Chapter 4081

Arkham Batman roared, but it had no effect, because this scene was really scary.

A normal person, when surrounded by enemies, would of course try to find a breakthrough and then think of ways to run out; if there is no breakthrough, they would also make a defensive posture. Who would stand there stupidly and not move?

Of course, a part of ordinary people would indeed be scared silly, but the few people Arkham Batman found were obviously not ordinary people, and their reactions were sharper than the other. Especially Constantine and Joker Jack, both of them are known for their high inspiration and have a very sensitive sense of smell for danger.

The first moment this scene appeared before their eyes, they ran away, and Arkham Batman couldn't stop them at all.

Among them, Constantine had no understanding of Shiler at all, only knowing that he had some connection with Mephisto, and knew nothing else; Jack's understanding was slightly more, at least he knew Shiler had a tower, but because other Shilers didn't show up much in Gotham, he didn't understand the specific situation very well either; and the Joker who truly understood the composition of the tower had already merged with Pride.

Arkham Batman actually didn't understand very well either, but he had ranked these few unlucky guys in the Battleworld and knew their lethality very well. Especially that "Hunt," which chased him for more than half a continent in the previous two-player dungeon, causing him to have to run to the snow mountain. As a result, both of them fell into an ice crack, and he still had the strength to stab himself. Arkham Batman really thought about it and got angry.

And that "Manipulation," although very effective for Jason's restart treatment, also scared Jason quite a bit.

Greed mentioned a word, these Shilers who looked more crazy all belonged to "Pathological," and a major feature of pathological is unfocused eyes. So even if Arkham Batman hadn't seen the others, he knew he had probably plunged into a pile of pathological ones.

Seeing two teammates run out, Arkham Batman knew that waiting in place was useless, because he knew very well: the madness of the hunt is gradually accumulated. If you don't show him your back, you can indeed drag it out for a while, but once he enters the second stage, the knife is wiped and the music is played, it's an indiscriminate attack. By then, it would be too late to think about repairing the generator.

Arkham Batman decisively chose to rescue his teammates. He rushed toward Constantine first, pressed him to the ground, and let him lie on the ground with his back on the ground. Constantine looked at him in shock:

"What are you doing?!"

"Shut up!"

Sure enough, when the two lay on the ground together, the Shiler wearing a black shirt gradually shifted his gaze to Joker Jack's face on the side. Jack himself had run away, but he didn't know what Arkham Batman and Constantine were doing, so he turned his head to look. Once he looked, it was broken.

A black shadow flashed to his back instantly, and with a "swoosh," he was stabbed. Jack screamed and ran away, but the guy flashed to his back again. This time Jack bent over to dodge a knife narrowly, but fell to the ground very embarrassingly.

Arkham Batman was also stunned, because just now the hunt flashed over. He didn't see the movement trajectory at all, as if he had teleported directly to Jack's back—good guy, Flash Shiler?!

"God! Look at the good things you've done!!!" Arkham Batman roared in his heart.

Arkham Batman knew he couldn't go on like this. If it were just an ordinary hunt, Jack wouldn't be too afraid, because after all, he has super recovery ability, and being stabbed a few times is nothing. He could take advantage of the hunt going to kill Jack to subdue him.

But now I'm afraid it won't work. This is no longer a question of being stabbed a few times. With this speed of the hunt, I'm afraid he can chop Jack into fine meat. If he doesn't lure the person over, they will lose members at the start.

So, Arkham Batman shouted at Jack: "Lie on the ground and don't move!"

Jack himself fell to the ground. He turned over and let himself lie on his back; and at the same time, Arkham Batman took the initiative to turn his back to the hunt, finally saving Jack, who was almost stabbed through the heart by the hunt.

But the next second, the hunt appeared behind Arkham Batman again. Now Arkham Batman could be sure: he absolutely didn't run over, he just flashed over like the Flash.

The second the hunt raised the knife, Arkham Batman turned around quickly, held his wrist and threw it to the side, but his hand suddenly loosened, and the person disappeared instantly.

Arkham Batman immediately realized: this is not a real hunt, this should just be a phantom in the agent's nightmare. It has some characteristics of the hunt, but also has many abilities the other party doesn't have, such as high-speed flashing and sudden disappearance.

Fortunately, it didn't appear again after disappearing. Arkham Batman hadn't had time to breathe a sigh of relief when a scream came from Constantine's side. He turned his head and saw a figure with half-long hair holding a shark knife, kneeling beside Constantine, reaching into Constantine's chest cavity, and breaking one of his ribs directly.

Arkham Batman rushed over quickly, just wanted to reach out to stop it, but his brain suddenly "buzzed," followed by many noises, and then one picture after another:

The Joker talking in his brain, Jason tied to a chair covered in scars, the identities of the Robins exposed...

Arkham Batman seemed to have returned to many different nightmares at the same time, and among them, he saw the same man with white sideburns and a colorful suit. Sometimes he was a doctor, sometimes a therapist, sometimes just a passerby passing through the street...

But those unfocused gray eyes always stared at Arkham Batman. That kind of look made him feel very uncomfortable, made him feel cold all over, and made him urgently want to escape.

More details began to appear, from those life-and-death major events to trivial matters in life, and even the scene of accidentally dirtying his father's clothes when he was young, all appeared in his mind, and an unprovoked guilt surged up.

Arkham Batman shook his head quickly, tried hard to get rid of those pictures and concentrate, but was met with a blade light, almost splitting him in half.

He saw a teenager wearing a psychiatric patient's uniform and a mask, holding a long knife in his hand. He rushed over again. Arkham Batman relied on his metal arm guards, raised his arms to block directly, and then felt like he had hit a train, and was flown out directly.

But before he could land after flying out, the other party performed another set of continuous slashes. Arkham Batman tried hard to adjust his landing posture, only then avoiding his last move of downward chopping. Fine, fine, I actually have times when I get floated and slashed by others.

This guy's strength is abnormally large. Logically speaking, a person of this size could never fly him, but anyway, the hunt and manipulation have mutated, so it's nothing to have one more.

Arkham Batman had already realized: the phantoms in the nightmare might be stronger than in reality, because the real Shiler has no superpowers. If you have to say it, it's that he has greater strength under stimulation, and that mental analysis method that is suspected to be mind-reading.

But now, these few in front of him obviously all have superpowers: the hunt can flash, manipulation can perform mental interference, the one with half-long hair doesn't know what he is doing, but being able to open a person's chest cavity in ten seconds is not a normal person either, and this one wearing a patient's uniform has exceptionally great strength.

Arkham Batman climbed up from the ground. He took a deep breath and decided to solve this guy who only has great strength first, but just when he clapped his hands, he suddenly felt a burst of weakness.

That was a long-lost pain. Arkham Batman remembered that when Jason first went missing, he went to find him day and night, and probably only drank some water in five or six days.

When he finally fell on the bed, a terrible feeling came from his body, as if his internal organs had suddenly come alive, and then squeezed around in his abdominal cavity, hitting his entire abdomen and chest cavity with pain.

That time was also this kind of weakness, almost swallowing him. Thinking back now, Arkham Batman felt that it was one of the few moments when his willpower was about to be crushed.

Fortunately, Alfred sent a small cake in time. Arkham Batman was also the first time he didn't pay attention to his eating manners in front of this old butler. He simply devoured it, ate one small cake after another, drank a pot of latte, and ran to the refrigerator downstairs, directly gnawing on two pieces of pizza frozen by Alfred, a piece of Parmesan cheese as hard as a stone, two avocados, and a whole artichoke.

Later, he knew that feeling was extreme hunger.

The same feeling appeared again, and Arkham Batman ushered in another moment when his willpower was about to be crushed. There are only a few things in this world that Batman cannot overcome through willpower, and that is suffocation, dehydration, and hunger.

Turning his head, Arkham Batman saw the one carrying a napkin, whose originally unfocused eyes were gradually focusing.

Very good, as a tactical master, Arkham Batman already knew how to fight—fight my ass, run!

Arkham Batman directly dragged Constantine on the ground, pulled Jack with the other hand, and ran out in a random direction in the darkness. As they ran, the front gradually brightened.

Arkham Batman braked sharply, finding himself standing on the roof of a high-rise building. At this moment, he had run to the edge of the roof, but there was no street below the building. Less than a meter away from this building was another identical gray building. Looking around, the whole world was like this, gray buildings very close to each other, with dark abysses in the middle, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Some buildings seemed to have been destroyed, but the exposed interior had not been renovated, all were identical gray rooms, and the steel bars in the collapsed walls were intertwined.

"Who are you?!" a surprised voice came from the side. Arkham Batman turned his head and saw the agent. The other party seemed very shocked, not knowing where so many people had popped out from.

Arkham Batman was about to explain to him, but a black figure appeared behind the agent. He quickly changed his words to a reminder: "Behind you! Be careful!"

The agent bent over quickly, dodged the hunt's knife, turned back and gave a whip kick to trip him, and ran toward this side quickly.

"Damn it, you guys brought the pursuers to me!" the agent roared at him, "Where the hell did you guys come from?!!"

Arkham Batman could tell how crazy he was from his tone, but there were still people chasing behind, so he could only say while running: "This is not the real world, this is a dream."

"I fucking know this is a dream!"

"How do you know?!"

"Otherwise, how could I possibly fly?!"

Arkham Batman turned his head, and the agent was really flying in the sky.