Chapter 4902

Damian arrived at the Wayne Manor base with the final second of the game's start-up countdown. But he stood at the base's entrance for a long time, not daring to go in, because this Wayne Manor was completely unlike the one in his memory.

It wasn't that it was unlike the Wayne Manor of the main universe. Damian had a good memory. Although he had been quite young the last time he came to this universe, and had only just returned to Batman's side, he remembered that this universe's Wayne Manor was also a luxurious and grand estate, not the illegal construction before him.

The outside of the manor was filled with cheval de frise. That was fine. The doors and windows were nailed shut, which wasn't strange considering defensive needs. But why were two layers of matchbox-like structures built on top of the Gothic spires? This made Wayne Manor look less like a manor and more like a knockoff.

Coincidentally, these mountain kings were lounging on the edges of the matchbox structures, laughing and waving at him. Damian flicked his cape, grappling hook gun latching onto the wall's edge as he jumped up.

"What are you doing?" he said. "Is this right?"

"Of course." Nightwing nodded and said, "Striking down from high ground is a universal tactic. If I'd known this day would come, I should have built Wayne Manor twenty stories tall."

"That would be Wayne Tower!" Damian rolled his eyes.

During the time Damian hadn't arrived, his three brothers had also been quick-handed, not only setting up simple defensive facilities but also using copied blueprints to raise Wayne Manor, constructing walls and watchtowers above to defend against invading monsters.

Just as Damian and they had exchanged a few words, shadowy figures began to appear in the mist. Red Hood immediately drew his gun, "Ready to fire!"

Several people immediately climbed onto the upper watchtower. Nightwing looked through his binoculars and saw that, constantly approaching in the fog, were actually humanoid monsters with bat wings, somewhat like man-bats, but even more terrifying.

These monsters had huge bat wings, muscles bulging all over, green faces with fangs. Even more absurdly, they wore bat-themed gear emblazoned with the Batman symbol. Besides armor, they were equipped with long-range weapons, having guns and batarangs.

"Hiss..." Red Robin sucked in a breath of cold air, they had just learned that the leader of the southern district was a variant version of Batman. But the problem was, would this universe's Batman make bat-themed gear?

"Brainiac!" Red Hood also shouted, "Batman doesn't even have a Batcave—where did he get the machine tools to make these things? Is this reasonable?!"

"I have my own background setting." Brainiac said lightly, "You'll find out when you do the missions and push the plot."

Red Hood gritted his teeth silently. But Red Robin quickly adjusted his mindset, shouting to his companions: "Take it easy, good thing what came wasn't an angel..."

"You'd better shut up!" Damian couldn't hold back, because from his angle, behind that group of monsters flapping bat wings, there seemed to be another group flapping angel wings. And behind that group flapping angel wings, there seemed to be yet another group resembling the dark dragon Barbatos.

"Enemy attack!!!" Nightwing lowered his binoculars, raised his sniper rifle, and directly aimed at the bat monster firing at the cheval de frise.

"Bang!"

One shot. The large-caliber sniper bullet pierced through the chest. The bat monster was indeed driven back, struggling in pain, but not yet dead. Nightwing immediately fired another shot at its head, and with a bang, the head exploded into a spray of blood before it finally fell to the ground.

"Headshot! Headshot!" he shouted.

Red Robin also had a sniper rifle, but with a smaller caliber. He also first shot at the chest, but it only had a stopping effect. So he also switched to headshots, but some monsters wore helmets. He shot one in the head, the helmet exploded off, but the monster was still alive, so he had to fire again.

Seeing this, Red Hood, holding an ordinary rifle, directly gave up using guns, threw a hand grenade, and with a bang, at least three or four monsters were blown away.

"Use explosives!" he shouted, "Drive them back first!"

Thus, various explosives began to be thrown downward. Damian and Red Hood were the main force, while the other two provided cover with sniper rifles, and they quickly repelled the first wave of attack. But the problem was, this assault was far from over. Through their personal terminals, they could see a progress bar. Judging by the progress, this assault had at least five waves, and their explosives were almost gone.

"Go down." Nightwing gritted his teeth and said, "We have more shotgun shells, use shotguns."

Being able to occupy high ground and repel the first wave was already a stroke of luck; they hadn't planned to keep sniping here indefinitely. Several people began to shift their battle to behind the cheval de frise.

After coming down, these monsters appeared even more hulking, each over two meters tall, with wingspans to match. However, it was fortunate that their bat-themed gear was scattered—some wore helmets, some wore chest plates, but not full sets.

"Wait a minute!" Red Hood suddenly shouted, "This gear can be picked up!!!"

"Quick quick quick, shoot the armored ones!" Red Robin shouted, "That one over there, that one over there wearing metal armor—blast his armor off!"

When they discovered monsters could drop gear, the nature of the game changed. Those annoying armors instantly turned into treasures glowing with Jin Guang. Those tough, fully armored foes they didn't want to chew through also became targets for concentrated fire.

Red Hood rolled and picked up the helmet he had previously shot off. As soon as he grabbed it, his terminal popped up with equipment data. Unfortunately, after taking a sniper bullet hit, this helmet was already in a damaged state. Although it could be repaired, it seemed like he'd need to build a repair station or something. Red Hood glanced at it, saw it could be disassembled, and directly did so.

"Smoke bomb, Damian!" Red Robin shouted. Damian crouched behind cover and blindly threw a smoke grenade, but he threw it accurately—one smoke grenade enveloped the monster wearing both chest plate and helmet.

Nightwing hid behind the wall, peeked out, and fired a shot at that monster. Red Robin took advantage of the smoke grenade disrupting the monsters' vision, preventing them from firing, rolled forward to close in, and fired a large-caliber shotgun blast at the monster's wing.

He also discovered that if they damaged the gear, the dropped gear would also be damaged. So they needed to adopt a method that didn't attack the gear but did attack the monster.

Red Robin observed carefully: although these monsters had thick limbs, their limb structure was completely unsuitable for walking. All their mobility depended on wings, and the wings had no defensive gear whatsoever. As long as they were knocked down from the sky, their movement speed would become very slow.

Sure enough. The shotgun completely tore one side of the monster's wing, causing it to lurch and collapse to the ground. It used its limbs to prop up its body, but its thick lower limbs ended in claws, making it unable to walk steadily. Its relatively weak upper limbs couldn't support its body either, only able to push with hind legs and support with forelimbs like a chimpanzee, but still couldn't run fast.

"Biological structure, kid." Red Robin laughed, "When creating monsters, you just cared about looking cool, huh?"

Brainiac didn't respond. At this moment, Nightwing poked his head out again and shouted: "Tripwire!"

Red Robin crouched down, and a sniper bullet flew past his head, straight into the monster's neck, perfectly avoiding the chest plate and helmet positions, but tearing open most of one side of the neck. Red Robin rushed forward and fired another shot at the chin.

"Bang!"

"Ding! Ding!"

The sound of gear dropping was so beautiful. Red Robin didn't even have time to look closely, grabbed two pieces of gear, and ran back. After throwing the gear back into the hall, several people proceeded to deal with the next wave of assault.

Fortunately, this was the early game, and their various supplies were plentiful. Although, because the monsters' feet didn't touch the ground, traps like bear traps were useless, but things like cheval de frise still served well as cover. Additionally, the monsters' gunfire and bullets were ordinary and couldn't breach Wayne Manor's walls. They held the position and repelled the remaining waves as well.

During this process, a total of five or six pieces of gear dropped. But unfortunately, the game's realism was high, so the gear dropped from the monsters was exactly as it was on them, causing sizing issues for humans. Probably only the helmet could be used; the chest plate, leg armor, and boots were too big to wear.

"Sigh..." Nightwing let out a long breath, looking at the chest plate with the best stats, and said, "This one probably wouldn't even fit Batman—Superman would have to train his chest muscles for two months first."

This chest plate was indeed huge, especially in chest circumference. The Robins' builds were all on the lean side, not trained to be large, so none could wear it. However, judging by this chest plate's circumference, in their universe, without technology, probably only Bane could wear it. In other universes' Batmen, there seemed to be a big-built one who might also be able to.

After disassembling the unusable gear, they obtained some decent materials. And after repelling the assault, the base gained experience. Upon upgrading the base, Brainiac provided some system blueprints, including ammunition workbenches, repair workbenches, gunsmith workbenches, etc., so they didn't have to craft everything by hand.

However, these workbenches needed to be bought with money. They had just earned some cash from killing monsters, but not much. Red Robin thought and said: "Let's buy an ammunition workbench first; I'll figure out how to make the rest myself."

He looked toward the other side of Wayne Manor and then said: "The lab over there has machine tools, can complete basic repair tasks. Making guns might be slightly difficult, but I can first make some homemade explosives..."

Then they selected the gear they could carry. Two helmets and one arm guard were decent; after putting them on, the panel stats increased significantly. And at this moment, the mission also appeared.

All the assaults began at the same time. Meanwhile, at Viscount Manor, it was another scene entirely. Because Harley, with her small head, had another flash of inspiration, and upon learning the opponent was Batman, she urged others to preemptively build a superweapon—Molotov cocktails.

The method for making Molotov cocktails is much simpler than many people imagine. It can be said that as long as you have a bottle and gasoline, the rest is just mechanical labor with no difficulty.

Among this group were very powerful superhumans, such as Pamela, who wields the Green of All Things, and Ted the Blue Beetle, who has holographic projection verisimilitude power. But Harley's suggestion still gained everyone's agreement.

Superpowers are great, but they should be saved for critical moments. No game has you opening with your ultimate move right away. Playing this kind of base-management game is about using minimal resource consumption for maximum gain. As long as it's a carbon-based lifeform, there's nothing that doesn't fear Molotov cocktails. So what else is there to say? Just get it done.