Chapter 992: Battle for the High Tower (27)

Up to this point, two-thirds of the miner slaves' combat personnel had lost their combat capability, and the casualties of the demon army were temporarily unclear.

When everyone was huddled together in a chaotic fight, no one would notice the casualties, but once the front line was stretched and the team was lined up, everyone would face their current situation directly.

And at this time, the most critical thing was that after discovering the disadvantage and the number of casualties, they could not retreat.

In the warfare of ancient armies, losing one-third of the living forces in a short period of time could basically declare the failure of this battle, because such casualties would crush the combat will of all soldiers, followed by the collapse of the army.

Many times, not many people died in ancient wars, just because, once the front line collided, the superiority and inferiority could be seen in just a few minutes.

Once there was a disadvantage and no fighting will, if one person turned back, a group of people would turn back, and then it turned into a chase. Looking at the history of ancient human warfare, true annihilation battles were rare.

Batman did not agree with the move of opening the front line at all. He did not believe that this group of slaves could still have the combat will to complete the final annihilation after discovering that two-thirds of their companions had died.

The crowd spread to the east like a school of fish, and after the front line was completely opened, everyone realized what kind of bloody battle they had experienced. Even the slaves or soldiers with the least clever brains could see the superiority and inferiority of the battle situation at this time.

The demon soldiers had more people left, but almost no formation, because their casualties were also not small. After the front line was opened, the formation had been cut into pieces. This kind of formation no longer had the ability to resist on the plain battlefield.

However, the miner slaves were even more miserable. There were corpses of their companions everywhere around, looking around, flesh and blood were piled up. Just looking at it made people liver and gallbladder crack.

Even if Batman was a human, and the absolute genius with the most firm will among humans, being in such a densely fought battlefield, he felt a wave of trance after another.

Even if none of his own kind died, intelligent life would suffer greater shock than they imagined when facing death directly.

The battlefield was quiet for a moment, and then, a roar came from the center of the battlefield, like the shrill wind passing through the deepest part of the abyss flue, but at the same time, it was also full of anger like magma eruption.

One roar after another sounded on the open battlefield, echoing between the mountains of the mine field.

The unparalleled sadness, anger, and indescribable emotions in it were like a heavy punch, making Batman, who was unscathed, almost knocked down in the bloody air.

What were they shouting?

What were they feeling sad for?

And what were they feeling angry for?

In Batman's unbelievable gaze, the remaining miner slaves began to move. No one commanded them, no one taught them what to do, but they were like crazy, rushing towards the group of demon soldiers they had originally feared like tigers.

Batman just froze there, like a rock that had stood still for thousands of years on this vast land, having experienced many storms.

Bloodiness rose again, the fierce wind howled, and all the remaining slaves rushed towards the remaining demon soldiers with extreme anger and hatred that Batman could not understand and could not feel, not fearing death.

In previous drills, they had never shown such bloodiness, and could even be called heroic.

Batman shook his head hard, took repeated deep breaths, wanting to lower his heart rate, but his heart kept beating, like a war drum that would not stop.

Blood covered the only remaining reason in his genius brain. At this moment, a certain barrier was broken, and the long-suppressed emotions were released.

Batman, who had always been calm and self-possessed and good at planning, rushed into the harvesting battlefield like a stupid demon.

The pitch-black cloak was stained with blood, and the desire for slaughter swallowed reason. When Batman stopped, only corpses remained around him.

Standing at the entrance of the mine tunnel on the hillside, Alfred saw Batman, who was covered in blood, walking towards him slowly. The black armor had completely turned dark red, he was holding a long spear in his hand, and his steps were limping.

However, this bat finally shed the down with residual warmth on its wings, extracted the hesitant cartilage, and ground off the blunt shell on the outer layer of the sharp claws in such tempering of iron and blood, taking a new step on the road to becoming a steel-like warrior.

But Alfred took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried his best to restrain the pain and sadness on his face before Batman could see his facial expression clearly, and no longer faced him with a kind smile like looking at a child.

Alfred's expression gradually became solemn. When Batman walked to him, he stretched out a hand.

Batman lowered his head. He saw the old veins on the back of Alfred's hand, like the roots of a big tree, surging out from under the soil covered by heavy snow, paying tribute to the new seedlings about to sprout in spring.

Batman stretched out his somewhat trembling hand and shook hands with Alfred. This young master who had never grown up and the butler who had never grown old both saw themselves in the eyes of the other party.

After withdrawing his hand, Batman kept panting. The slaughter just now exhausted almost all his physical strength.

Alfred said nothing, just gave way. Batman also walked past him in silence, and then continued to climb upward. He raised his head and looked at the huge eyeball on the top of the mountain. He knew that General Fuxin was there.

At this time, Batman did not know where his courage came from. In a situation where he had almost no physical strength, he still had to face a powerful demon of the general level, but he could not feel any fear, and his steps were firm.

Walking to the top of the Seventh Mountain, Batman saw a strong demon walking towards him. That was not General Fuxin, but a strange demon.

Batman prepared for battle, but did not expect that the demon stretched out his hand to him and said: "You are Batman, right? Someone wants to see you, come with me."

Batman loosened his fists. He thought, well, it seems that this is a godfather-style demon, still liking this set of pre-war negotiations.

Below the eyeball was a towering castle, which was General Fuxin's residence. Batman followed this strange demon, walked into the castle gate, walked through the long corridor all the way, and pushed open the door of the main hall.

In the center of the main hall, there was an extremely long table, just like in all Gothic castles. The table was in the center, the chairs were arranged in several rows, torches were fixed on the huge pillars around, curtains hung down between the pillars, and a long carpet led to the wall hanging with ferocious demon portraits.

Behind the long table in the main hall, Batman did not see the dragon he wanted to kill.

He saw Shiler.

However, the scene in front of him brought him a greater shock than bathing in blood on the battlefield.

Shiler sat in the main position of the long table. He was still wearing a suit and tie, but was covered in blood. The huge nail buckle passing through his collarbone and the long chain dragging behind him made him look very miserable, but his expression was very leisurely.

It was as if he was not injured at all now, and was enjoying a holiday dinner with an old friend, and he was indeed enjoying a feast.

Batman saw that there was a plate in front of Shiler, on which were some roasted meat, looking like tendons from the elbow part.

And behind him was General Fuxin, who was hung on a huge hook, having lost two arms and one leg.

A huge iron hook passed through General Fuxin's neck, hanging him on the ceiling. The wound of the amputated limb was very neat. There was no struggle when cutting. There were seven wounds all over his body, all penetrating the arteries. The blood was drained very cleanly, like a pig that had been slaughtered precisely.

Shiler cut off the first half of the tendon with a knife, then cut it into smaller pieces along the texture, forked it, and sent it into his mouth. Batman swallowed his saliva instinctively.

He found that his leg muscles were somewhat out of control, and his brain was also reminding him to run away, but he came with questions, so he could not leave, and he did not know whether he could leave.

Shiler finished eating a piece of meat, raised his eyes to look at Batman, and said to him: "You are here, sit down quickly."

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The tone was as relaxed as joking with the last friend who entered the door at a party.

Batman felt like he was poured a basin of cold water, but this was not without benefits. The high desire for slaughter just now calmed down instantly. And then, he smelled the tempting fragrance of food.

Batman walked to the first position on the side. He hesitated, but did not sit down. Shiler tilted his head and looked up at him. And at this time, the strange demon who led Batman over placed a plate, knife, and fork in front of him.

Batman still sat down. He leaned his back back and raised his head slightly. Shiler ate another piece of food on the plate. And at this moment, Batman found that Shiler showed a smile. The madness in that kind of smile made him feel very familiar.

But the next second, Shiler returned to normal. Batman blinked, and the smile on Shiler's face flashed away again.

"That is not your illusion." Shiler's voice rang in Batman's ear, as if accurately reading his inner thoughts. He said while cutting meat: "I think you should be very curious about what I am doing."

After speaking, Shiler tilted his head and glanced at the huge lock buckle passing through his collarbone and shoulders. He said: "Recently, I have been injured a bit too many times, looking very embarrassed, but I know you are not the kind of person who kicks someone when they are down and mocks the victim."

Batman opened his mouth and tasted the word "victim" in his mouth, and accidentally asked out loud: "... victim?"

Shiler nodded, stopped the movement in his hand, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Batman and said: "Not a victim of demons, but you, a victim of Batman."

Batman stared into his eyes. Shiler showed a smile and then said:

"All this still has to start from the first time we met." ===== CHAPTER 993 =====