Chapter 2466

When the heavy fog attacked again, no one realized how special this invasion was. They all followed the rules they had explored before, expecting the heavy fog to dissipate as soon as possible.

The Robins were scattered again, but this time it was because they wanted to compete for Robin King's cape, so they had to attack Wei En Tower. But attacking wasn't just about charging forward directly; they had to divide the work and cooperate.

First, someone had to go and scout to figure out the defense situation around Wei En Tower so that the next attack plan could be formulated.

Someone also had to go back to get large weapons, because no matter what, this building couldn't be kept. It would be better to return a blast like the Capitol Building to Robin King from the beginning.

And someone had to be responsible for exploration and assault. If they had to take demolition measures, they would have to fight Robin King on the ruins afterward, which would inevitably require some special equipment.

Finally, someone had to stay behind to take care of the wounded. Of course, this matter had already been taken care of. The little spider who had his equipment taken away took the initiative to take on the heavy responsibility of taking care of the Arkham Knight. It wasn't that he didn't want to go out and play, but he really couldn't watch someone suffer so much in front of him and remain indifferent.

The Arkham Knight wasn't very clear-headed now. At that time, he was stimulated, and the Robins' method of handling it was to give him a tranquilizer. The tranquilizer did have an effect, but the problem was that it was given at a very bad time.

At that time, the Arkham Knight's spirit was just stimulated. His somatic symptoms weren't obvious, and he didn't have a very serious tendency to attack. The tranquilizer's strong soothing effect on the spirit would make the user fall into another quagmire.

The overly active and excited spirit couldn't be completely stabilized, and would only dream wildly in sleep, and dream and wake up, and wake up and dream, until it was impossible to distinguish between dreams and reality.

This would make people appear very painful, as if always wandering in a nightmare from which they couldn't wake up. Spider-Man had no way to alleviate his situation and could only take care of him on the side.

The Robins also finally realized that walking with their own counterparts wasn't a good thing. Those three who were too gentle couldn't come up with an idea when they got together, and those who were too irritable couldn't even convince the other selves. Whatever decision they made, they had to have a fight first. Even those who could tolerate other selves and cooperate tacitly didn't have comprehensive enough abilities, which was really half the effort for twice the result.

In the end, they decided to divide by universe, because they realized that this, besides proving that they were the best Robin, could also prove that the Batman of their universe was the best Batman. This was too tempting for the Robins.

Nightwing had arrived at this time. Scouting didn't need too many people. It just so happened that because the Arkham Knight's state was poor, the Arkham universe was missing one person, so Robin also followed Nightwing, preparing to meet him.

The Robins of the main universe went to the Batcave to prepare large weapons. They were very familiar with this. Barbara opened the Batcave's usage permission to them to ensure that if the finished weapons couldn't be used, they could also make some modifications to the existing ones.

The Robins of Schiller's universe prepared those special gadgets that would be used for frontal combat later. They actually carried many on them, but if it wasn't enough, they could also go back through the Battleworld portal to get them. And what was relatively difficult was that they needed to think about what gadgets could come in handy.

It was the Robins of Schiller's universe who first noticed the arrival of the fog. And at the moment the fog arrived, they felt something was wrong, because this time the fog was exceptionally thick.

In the past, when the fog first arrived, there was still a certain visibility. After a period of time, the visibility would fluctuate, and some spatial and temporal abnormalities would appear. But this time, as soon as the heavy fog arrived, it locked the surrounding space tightly.

Dick, Jason, and Tim were already standing very close, but they were almost unable to see each other's faces. They immediately held hands to prevent themselves from being washed away by the fog.

"What the hell is going on? How could it become like this?" Jason frowned deeply. His expression was very serious, because his intuition was telling him that this was definitely not a good thing.

"What should we do? Wait here until the fog dissipates?" Dick looked around and then shook his head, saying: "I think we can't wait much longer. It's almost dark."

Yes, the lingering charm of Cat Getan's sunset was not much left. The streets were gradually becoming dim. Those neon lights that should have been lit were gone. The night of this Cat Getan universe was more bizarre and deep and dark.

Strangely, as the night gradually approached, this city also started to rain, but the raindrops and the fog seemed to be two worlds. The raindrops fell from the sky and couldn't melt into the heavy fog, falling straight to the ground without touching anyone's clothes.

The good news was that they wouldn't be drenched into drowned rats. The bad news was that they now needed to face both darkness and heavy fog.

The faint lights flickering on the distant streets allowed them to barely see the shadows of each other's features. The fog blurring between them also blurred the edges, making everyone's face look terrifyingly distorted.

"I always feel something is wrong." Tim took a deep breath. It wasn't just him; everyone in the heavy fog, including the criminals who left Arkham Asylum and the strange Batmen wrapped in heavy fog and scattered in various places, all felt the abnormality.

It seemed that this time the heavy fog was no longer a stage, but the stomach of some unknown creature. They were all swallowed, and after being chewed, they were gradually digested.

"What is that?" Jason saw a figure at the end of the alley covered in heavy fog. Actually, he wasn't far, because of the cover of the heavy fog, when this figure approached them, he was already less than three meters away from them.

A sharp knife flashing with cold light stabbed down. Jason pulled Dick in that direction fiercely, and the two rolled on the ground together, looking up only to see a pale mask.

"What is this?!!!" Tim screamed in disbelief. That guy was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a pale mask. The features on the mask were all normal, except for two pitch-black eyes like two terrifying black holes. No one could see the look behind them.

And the moment Jason saw him, he understood that this was a terrifying serial killer, and their group had become the target of his attack.

Jason didn't hesitate, pulled out his gun, knelt on the ground, raised his arms to aim, and with a "bang," a bullet hit the serial killer's shoulder squarely. A flower of blood bloomed on his shoulder, and the half of his body where the hand holding the knife was tilted backward slightly.

But it only tilted backward slightly. There was no pain, no twitching, and the knife didn't fall. The other party continued to approach quickly.

Jason held a gun in one hand, changed the gun with the other, and another ice cone hit the serial killer directly. Then with a light "bang," the serial killer was frozen.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief. They surrounded the ice sculpture and discovered that this man was exceptionally tall. And Jason saw that the wound where he was shot was no longer bleeding, so he knew this definitely wasn't an ordinary person.

"When did Cat Getan have such a character?" Jason felt a bit puzzled. He hadn't been on Cat Getan's streets for a short time and had heard of all kinds of brutal criminals, but he had never heard of a white-faced serial killer.

"I suspect this isn't someone from Cat Getan." Tim said with a flash of inspiration: "It's possible it was brought by the heavy fog."

"But didn't the heavy fog only produce some strange hallucinations before? How could it suddenly produce a serial killer?" Dick questioned.

"Didn't you guys notice that the heavy fog this time is wrong? It's much thicker than before, as if the whole world has been swallowed by the fog." Tim said: "Perhaps it changed the rules..."

He just said this, and several people saw eyes gradually appearing on the reflection of the ice block.

"How come it's so fast?!" Dick was a bit incredulous. "Didn't it usually take three minutes of staying in place before it appeared? Did we stay for two minutes? Or was it a minute and a half?"

"This just shows that the fog has undergone some changes." Jason touched his chin and said: "It has become thicker and harder to figure out. The effective time of various rules has also changed."

"I think we'd better figure out who this guy is first." Dick reached out and knocked on the ice block and said.

As soon as this question landed, Dick, who was standing in front of the killer, saw the killer's mouth move. That's right, it was the mouth on the mask he was wearing, moving in a strange way.

"Mi... Mi... Mi what? Miles? Is your name Miles?"

The other party didn't respond, seemingly wanting to nod, but because he was frozen, he couldn't move. Dick even said very politely: "Okay, Mr. Miles, why did you appear here? And why did you attack us?"

Tim, however, noticed a trace of abnormality, because usually, serial killers wouldn't have the interest to chat with others, especially after he had already launched an attack, unless this chat could bring him substantial benefits.

A thin crack spread along the bottom of the ice block.

Tim, who was the first to notice the crack, let out a scream. His first reaction was to shout: "Run!!!!"

The three turned and ran. The next second, the ice block exploded with a "bang," and that seemingly slow-moving man raised the sharp knife again, chasing after them at a high speed inconsistent with his step frequency.

"What's going on? Isn't that dense ice?!!!" Jason was puzzled and said: "It's absolutely impossible for this thing to be opened from the inside! Does he think he's Doomsday??"

"He didn't want to chat with us; he was stalling for time." Tim roared: "He was trying to attract us so he would have time to open the ice block!"

"Damn it, we fell for it." Dick cursed with some annoyance while running: "I also thought he couldn't get out. What now? What about the spaceship?"

"The spaceship is still cooling down." Jason said: "There's no way to deploy it now. Even if we did, the time it takes for us to board is enough for him to hack us to death."

"Isn't there still a shield? And perhaps... angel feathers?"

"No." Tim finally said his guess, "We are by his side, so he will increase his power. We can't fight him; otherwise, he will only get stronger and stronger!"

While speaking, the three found that they had run into a dead end. But this wasn't because they didn't look at the road, but because they couldn't see anything in the heavy fog.

The white mask appeared vaguely at the end of the alley. One step, two steps, three steps. The puddle reflecting the white mask was stepped on and shattered like a broken spine.

A burst of urgent music rang in the ears of the three.