The Death Knell

Only then did the emperor have time to carefully look at the person in front of him, and he immediately regretted his previous stupidity.

Just by looking at the painting style of this armor, you can tell that it’s definitely not Batman. Who in the right mind would put a smile on their chest?

But instead he became more cautious, retreated some distance in the air, and asked tentatively: "The Laughing Bat?"

"What is that? It sounds...like another impostor." A dull voice came from the hell clown armor with his head tilted, with some anger: "Ah, I understand. , this is the name of a bastard. He is a fan of Batman and I, right? When I kill you, I will kill him next. Bat doesn’t need other fans, as long as he has me!”

After a hysterical cry, the clown attacked again. Since the previous move worked well, he struck again.

I wonder if kicking him one after another like this can make this robber and the sun side by side? Give it a try...

But this time the Emperor was prepared, and his armor was also made using future technology to imitate the Hell Bat. It not only had better performance, more functions, but also had no side effects.

He was relieved to know that the one in front of him was not the Laughing Bat. It would have been much easier to deal with just the clown.

It was really shocking. I thought something had gone wrong in the past, and a maniacal laugh appeared from nowhere in the future.

Now that I'm confident, don't panic. After all, I have been a professionally trained superhero. Nightwing learned all the fighting skills of the Teen Titans from Batman. His usual sparring partner is either Deathstroke or an artificial Superman. , it is still possible to deal with a Hell Bat Armor.

Just drag it.

Although the Hell Bat Armor is powerful, it also squeezes the wearer's mental and physical strength. Even Batman can fight for too long wearing it. As an ordinary person, the Joker shouldn't be able to last too long, right?

So the two of them got entangled like this, punching and kicking, and in just ten seconds they took the battlefield from Gotham to the sky over Greenland.

The emperor made a mistake, that is, using normal logic to speculate on the lunatic Joker.

"Hahahahaha! It's so fun! What a great, big toy." The clown screamed and laughed while fighting, but then he started crying: "Why you? Batman should have been the one to fight me! You compensate for my gaming experience!”

I don't know which switch was turned on by my mental power unintentionally. The Hell Clown Armor entered the overclocking mode. At this time, it was like a purple sun emitting strong light, and its strength and speed increased geometrically.

The huge red smile on the chest became more vivid, as delicate and charming as blood.

It’s hard for people who are not from Gotham to understand how terrifying the Joker is. The Emperor was a War Eagle in the past and his hometown is Washington, D.C., so he just doesn’t know what he’s doing.

Perhaps according to the original story trajectory, he could easily deal with the unprepared clown, but when the madman put on the strongest armor on earth, the difficulty of the matter far exceeded his expectations.

The emperor's fighting ability is very average. During the War Eagle period, he relied on his invulnerable physical defense and the protection given to him by the Lord of Chaos.

In his future state, he relies more on technological equipment and time abilities, because this seems to him to be the highest level of combat effectiveness.

But today he saw who the Lord of Chaos favored more. The Joker was simply the chaos itself in this universe. The Emperor could not resist every blow he made after putting on the Hell Armor.

Now it is no longer a question of whether you can get the clown's blood and Batman props to drive the power of crisis, but how to escape safely.

As a last resort, he was ready to use the entropic rift ray. Only by killing this clown could he escape safely, then restart the timeline and be ready to get what he wanted.

So he distanced himself, raised an arm, and a pink ball of light began to vaguely appear in his hand.

He pointed his palm at the madman who was laughing and charging towards him, and gave a crooked smile: "It's over, clown you..."

"Crack!"

But at this moment, a huge sword passed through his waist from behind and penetrated through his belly. A huge force smashed him to the ground at the same time.

Just like a strategic missile exploded, tens of thousands of tons of earth and rocks rushed into the sky, and a huge crater appeared on the ground that was thousands of meters deep and larger than Gotham Stadium.

"The clown can't kill indiscriminately, you idiot. Do you want to become the Laughing Eagle?" The mercenary in black and yellow armor stepped on the emperor's back, slowly turning the weapon in his hand to destroy the opponent's internal organs: "You Did you not expect that I was also at the Wayne Mansion? Or did you just not think about it?"

"No, it's you I'm waiting for, Deathstroke!"

The emperor's arm suddenly reversed its joints unnaturally, and the pink ball of light in his hand turned into a ray and hit the mercenary's chest.

Even through the mask, Su Ming could feel the emperor's face full of ecstasy, because according to this guy's experience, all creatures hit by the entropic rift will be annihilated, which is obliteration from a conceptual level.

But this joy quickly turned to confusion, and then to fear.

Not to mention showing that Deathstroke was uncomfortable, he even stepped on him and remained motionless. He still slowly turned the weapon in his hand and chuckled: "Oh, is it so incomprehensible? Why does the increase and decrease of entropy affect me so much? Useless?"

"You monster! Why is this happening?! This is unreasonable!" The emperor's armor was damaged and he could no longer launch the same attack again. He twisted and struggled without giving up.

"Entropy Rift is indeed a very tricky skill. If I am really hit by it, maybe your wish will come true." Su Ming pulled out the giant sword and slowly flew away from the emperor's body, floating to the side to explain. Get up: "But I wonder if you have ever heard of such a thing as an 'anti-death curse vest'? It is the ultimate solution to the entropic rift."

As he spoke, an inconspicuous silk thread around Deathstroke's neck moved and placed a small bat in his open hand.

The bat was fluctuating irregularly. Its existence seemed to be affected by higher dimensions. It was intermittent, existing and then not existing. Even the color was unstable. It was sometimes white and sometimes brown, and it looked very strange. funny.

The next second, it made a popping sound like a bubble bursting, then turned into a white unknown substance, and then dispersed in the wind.

Deathstroke clapped his hands and looked narrowly at the motionless emperor on the ground:

"Congratulations, even though your fatal ray was blocked by a bat before it hit me, it was not an ordinary bat. I just caught it from the bat cave. You are the first one to kill in the multiverse." If you are a bat in the Batcave, can you blow it for many lifetimes?"