Chapter 2881

"Truly a rat in the gutter." The Arkham Knight put away the sniper rifle in his hand, looked at the corpses all over the ground, shook his head lightly, and then turned to look at the necromancer, Doctor Strange.

"Since you know necromancy, can you ask from these dead people who transformed them?"

"Don't be in a hurry," Doctor Strange maintained that slightly arrogant elegance and said, "If we find the source so quickly, wouldn't it be boring?"

The Arkham Knight chuckled. He liked dealing with such people—no full mouth of benevolence, righteousness, and morality, just enough evil and violence.

"But if we can't pose a greater threat to them, how would they be willing to send more rats over?" he asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, there is some special connection between all the fanged rats. They will feel each other's death, so as long as we kill enough, some powerful guys will always come to find us."

Doctor Strange fixed his gaze on the Arkham Knight's helmet and said, "Are you sure you can handle it? Kid?"

"Better worry about yourself first." After saying this, the Arkham Knight flew downward, the grappling hook swung, and he landed heavily on the ground.

"A powerful guy is coming," Doctor Strange's volume didn't change, but it clearly appeared in the Arkham Knight's ear.

And at this time, no one needed to be reminded anymore. The bright moonlight spilled down, and everything around was bright and dreamy, just like an illusory realm.

The Arkham Knight looked up and saw a full moon that shouldn't have appeared here.

A tall figure appeared at the end of the street. The red cape fell, and Doctor Strange, whose toes touched the ground, twitched his nose.

"That's right, it's that smell of blood. Are we going to have trouble?"

"He is the one in trouble."

After a very slight sound of breaking through the air, two figures collided. The Arkham Knight looked down at the golden candlestick appearing under his arm blade and the hand holding the candlestick that had been burned black, and sighed lightly.

"Interesting."

After the two separated, they were both carefully sizing each other up. Doctor Strange frowned slightly after seeing the iron mask on the other's face. People with medical experience all knew what kind of person would wear this kind of mask.

"Be careful, he might be a madman."

Pale fingers lifted lightly, and seven or eight tattered corpses drilled out again. The Arkham Knight discovered that these vampire corpses were more damaged than when he saw them before. Sure enough, necromancers weren't without weaknesses; their summons had time limits.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, every movement of the opposite side could be seen clearly by them. No one intended to rely solely on these undead vampires to stop the figure on the opposite side, but the speed of being defeated was too fast, which was also enough to be amazing, right?

The undead vampire at the very front raised its claws and lunged, but was thrown away directly. That person's strength was incredibly great. The vampire thrown against the wall fell apart directly, and the second vampire lunging forward had its neck twisted off in an instant.

In a trance, he moved. Golden light flashed, and the huge candlestick nailed directly through the chest, picking up the undead vampire, and then throwing it aside like trash.

The last vampire was kicked in the knee first, kneeling on the spot, and the candlestick held high by both hands was inserted downward with force toward the top of his skull.

Splat!

"Someone bloodier than you has come," Doctor Strange moved his lips.

The Arkham Knight bent his knees slightly, and the two long knives extending from his arm armor appeared exceptionally sharp under the moonlight.

He moved.

Two figures collided again. Between the flashes of knife light, the sound of metal colliding was like a funeral bell urging death.

"Wait a minute, something's not right... stop fighting!"

Doctor Strange's voice sounded in both their ears at the same time. Their movements paused slightly, but they discovered that countless blood-red eyes had lit up in the surrounding shadows.

The blades on the arm armor changed, retracting inward to become dual guns. The eyes inside the Arkham Knight's mask narrowed, and he tilted his head lightly.

These rats really came fast.

A vampire leaped high, almost blocking all the sunlight, but the next second, the golden candlestick like an arrow leaving the string passed through his chest with a tooth-aching sound of breaking through the air, and blood splashed down like flowers scattered by a goddess.

"What's going on? They aren't in the same group?" Doctor Strange frowned slightly.

But he didn't have more time to think, because the surrounding vampires lunged at him like crazy, and the target was very clear—it was his main body.

The main body could almost be said to be the weakness of every magician, and it was the same for a necromancer. What's more, he had been injured by his own counterpart before. If he were to be clawed now, the trouble would be big.

"This group of vampires aren't mindless monsters," the Arkham Knight analyzed. "They seem to have clear sanity, but are being driven by someone to attack us. It seems we have to find the source quickly."

In the gap of dealing with a vampire's attack, he brushed past the figure wearing a mask. What made him feel a bit stifled was that there was no red light in the other party's eyes, and the eyeballs were snow-white like moonlight, looking very eerie.

"Hey, that guy, if you are on our side, pay attention, don't hurt by mistake," Doctor Strange said with some dissatisfaction, because this guy had just cut another undead vampire he summoned.

"Too fragile," a hoarse voice sounded in everyone's ears at the same time, making them all shiver.

Doctor Strange cursed. He shouted at the Arkham Knight: "Something's not right, find a way to get away first."

The Arkham Knight looked back at Doctor Strange, knowing he was in a bad state now. Although it was a good time for a killing spree, this guy holding the candlestick was too weird, so it was better to retreat first.

But the other party obviously wouldn't give them such a chance. The Arkham Knight just turned around and wanted to leave when a moonlight fell again, and that tall figure appeared in front of him again.

"You're right, truly a madman."

Bang bang! Bang bang bang!

The moment the golden candlestick swung over, the Arkham Knight leaped up, turned in the air, and fired five shots in succession. Two of them were dodged perfectly, and the remaining three hit him, but didn't leave any traces.

The Arkham Knight saw him draped in cold moonlight. That soft light seemed to have become the hardest armor. Three bullets floated out, flew into his hand, were gripped tightly, and then fell lightly.

Clatter.

A small coin landed. Another slender figure walked out of the darkness. The Arkham Knight turned his head, and when he saw the face that had been half-destroyed, he spat out a name.

"Two-Face."

"No matter who you two are, now you only have two choices: submit to the great Vampire King, or... die."

The Arkham Knight clearly saw the full shock and disbelief in Two-Face's eyes the moment the golden candlestick flew toward him.

"They really aren't in the same group! Attack!"

No need for Doctor Strange to remind him, the Arkham Knight flew over and slashed at Two-Face, who had turned into bats to dodge the candlestick. Unfortunately, he only hit one of the small bats carrying black mist, and the other party instantly condensed into a human form in another direction.

"Don't waste your effort, vampires are more advanced creatures..."

"Advanced to the point of not even being able to face the sun?" The Arkham Knight had practiced a skill of talking trash in the gap of fighting. Unfortunately, it couldn't be used on Batman, because the other party didn't talk back at all.

"Because the sun is redundant," Two-Face said viciously. "You will soon lose it permanently!"

"What about the moon then?" The eerie voice still made one's hair stand on end.

The moment he heard the sound of breaking through the air, Two-Face wanted to scatter into bats as before, but a moonlight hung down, and he was surprised to find that he couldn't move.

The Arkham Knight put away his stance. He sneered and said, "I didn't expect you to be a magician too. What should I call you?"

"Moonlight," the other party actually answered.

The sharp tip of the golden candlestick was pressed against Two-Face's chin. The Arkham Knight walked over, looked at Two-Face, and said, "I ask, you answer, how about that?"

"You're dreaming!" Two-Face stared with his eyes wide open. That half of his face that had been destroyed looked even more terrifying under such a ferocious expression.

The other hand was placed on the candlestick. The action of holding this huge candlestick with both hands from bottom to top looked very pious.

The next second, with a splat, brain matter splashed onto the Arkham Knight's face. Looking at Two-Face's head nailed through by the candlestick, the Arkham Knight wiped his face and complained not without reason.

"Did you have to be so bloody?"

The candlestick was pulled back, Two-Face's body fell powerlessly, his eyes wide open in death, staring at the full moon in the sky.

"Give it up, servants cannot say the master's name," Doctor Strange was obviously more professional. He said, "Let alone the Vampire King, he can't even say who his father is."

"Father?"

"That is the person who transformed him," Doctor Strange let the undead vampire he summoned block the attacks of other vampire minions and said unhurriedly: "Usually, the transformed cannot resist the transformer, are obedient to them, and cannot disobey."

"Is the Vampire King the father of all vampires?"

"Perhaps so, but it's also possible he is just the exceptionally powerful one," Doctor Strange said. "Some people's bloodlines are special enough that they will possess more powerful strength after being transformed. At that time, he might be able to control the transformer in turn."

The Arkham Knight turned to look at the figure bathed in moonlight. The other party was actually looking at him too.

"I am a player," the other party's first sentence made him feel shocked.

"Can vampires also participate in the Contest of Champions?" The Arkham Knight raised his eyebrows.

"It should be possible, but he doesn't seem to be a natural vampire," Doctor Strange said. "He is very likely to have been transformed only after coming to this world."

"You mean he was bitten? Who has this ability? Could it be that Batman in this universe has also become a vampire?"

"Perhaps he was voluntary," Doctor Strange stroked his other hand and said: "Vampires have many shortcomings, but they also possess powerful strength. If you don't care about these shortcomings, then it might be the best way to improve strength in the short term."

"I don't want to turn myself into a rat in the gutter," the Arkham Knight said this while looking at the figure beside him. He always felt that this matter wasn't that simple.

"Vampires wouldn't have the power of moonlight, and being transformed into a monster wouldn't make him gain fighting skills out of thin air. This might be something he originally had."

"Since that's the case, the power of vampires is just icing on the cake for him. Why endure so many costs for this little bit of strength?"

The Arkham Knight keenly felt that the other party might have obtained some extra benefits he didn't know about in this deal. Perhaps those things hidden under the appearance were the key to his decision.

"Since you aren't in the same group as them, then perhaps you would be willing to join us?" Doctor Strange issued an invitation.

The other party turned his head slowly. Those eyes that could barely see people sized them up, and spat out the same sentence.

"Too fragile."

He turned and walked toward the place where the moonlight was thin. The Arkham Knight asked instinctively, "Where are you going?"

"Wayne Manor."

The Arkham Knight's heart instantly lifted.