The Death Knell

In the quiet valley at night, Jason raised the Great Caste Blade that transformed into a dagger, made several gestures in front of a steep cliff, and made various body movements like a dancing master.

After a moment, he put down his weapon, turned to everyone and said:

"Okay, follow me in. We will be transported to the 'Great Hall', which is where the upper castes used to practice martial arts together. But first, let's take a deep breath of the fresh air outside and be prepared."

"Why do you say that?" Arthur was obviously curious about this statement. In fact, he was more curious about whether the blade of the big caste could also become a trident.

Jason sighed when he heard the question. He hated Batman's behavior of always not giving answers, so he especially liked to answer other people's questions.

"I once received training here and re-learned martial arts after my resurrection. However, due to a series of complicated events, the large caste family was almost extinct, and the auditorium was the battlefield at that time. It can be said that there were corpses everywhere. I had a period Time has not passed, so now those bodies may be in the process of decaying and decomposing.”

What he meant was that the smell might not be very pleasant. After all, it was a pile of corpses, and the corpses of his benefactors were also corpses. It couldn't be that because they were kind to him during his lifetime, they would smell good after death, right?

Reality will not change due to subjective factors, especially here. The Hall of All Things is 'anti-magic', and no magic can take effect here.

"Wait, you mean, they were kind to you, but you didn't bury them?" Diana was a little surprised and glanced at Batman, probably blaming him for educating Jason into such a child. .

"This is their own wish. If they were willing to escape, there are ways to leave before the enemy attacks, because the timeline can be seen in the Hall of All Things." Jason turned his head away from Batman's gaze, but still explained : "But they chose to die collectively in the auditorium because that was the grave they chose for themselves. Do you understand now?"

More than just understanding, there are Martian Manhunter and Batman in the Zhenglian team, and the things they associate are far beyond the scope of understanding.

The upper castes could see the timeline and knew they were going to die but did not escape, most likely to avoid triggering a "Flash Point"-like event.

Although it sounds a bit pedantic to dare not even change the future, living people are not qualified to evaluate martyrs.

Artemis, who had been waiting in front of the cliff, held Diana's hand, shook her head slightly, and looked at her sisters with pleading eyes, asking her not to think too darkly about Jason.

Maybe Jason, who used to be Robin, was indeed like the shadow of Batman, but now he has changed. He is a sunny boy who likes to go sunbathing on the beach with a smile after killing enemies all night.

"You can definitely cremate them." Batman only said this sentence and Jason was hit hard.

Obviously, the reason why he stared at the Red Hood before was not what everyone imagined, but because he disliked the latter for not eliminating all possible dangers, and now, he did not warn everyone in advance of the dangers he might face.

After saying that, he lifted up his black cloak, passed by Jason, and entered the rock wall first.

It was like walking into a waterfall, the rock wall wavered slightly before swallowing Batman's figure.

"Hey! Speak clearly!" Jason was so angry that he turned around and chased after him. He didn't think he had done anything wrong: "I don't allow you to interfere. What's the danger if their bodies are placed in the auditorium?"

I couldn't continue talking before I finished speaking, because the current situation is just like Batman said, the corpse is still in danger.

In front of the auditorium is a huge open space surrounded by courtyards. There are beautiful long strips of blue stone bricks at the feet. There is also a large bronze tripod in the middle of the courtyard, which is an inheritance of the large caste family.

But those are not important. The key is that there are dense green dots in this dim environment, and they are all pairs of glowing eyes.

Behind these eyes were different faces that were twisted and painful. The staggering figures were looking at the two people who suddenly appeared, roaring and groaning.

Batman glanced at his former followers with an expressionless expression, and calmly gave orders to the Justice League and the Outlaws team who came in one after another:

"We were surrounded by zombies and started fighting. We don't know what caused them yet, so everyone should be careful not to get bitten or scratched."

"Haha, aren't there just hundreds of zombies? We've seen a lot of them before!" Arthur spat into the palm of his hand, grasped the trident firmly, and charged in one direction. He observed these living corpses wearing monk robes and came first. A jumping chop: "Look at me!"

The trident has sharp twigs that can indeed be used as a cutting weapon when turned sideways, but Arthur's confident attack had no effect.

Because the target he chose raised his hand, the wild horse parted its mane, swinging away his head and slashing him. Then the other hand suddenly came out like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, and hit Arthur's chest with a heavy blow, knocking him away. He was beaten so hard that he retreated repeatedly, and his blood was surging.

Neptune had seen Deathstroke use similar kung fu before, but he couldn't understand it. He only knew it was called Tai Chi.

But the fact that zombies knew martial arts still shocked him.

You know how many aliens you have fought with, there are very few who can defeat you with one move; not to mention that you are still wearing precious scale armor, why is it that the armor is not damaged, but you feel like vomiting blood? Woolen cloth?

"Ooooooooo!"

Before he could even take a breath after being hit hard, the living corpse with half of its face rotten roared from the depths of its throat, then jumped up, scratching its ears and cheeks like a monkey, and unleashed a storm with its sharp claws. Such a rush attack.

"Everyone move closer to me. Let's go to a corner of the square to avoid being attacked from both sides. Clark, don't hold back. Use your heat vision. Green Lantern, turn into some kind of heavy weapon and open a way out for us."

Batman is good at martial arts. Although he is not as comprehensive as Mrs. Siwa's martial arts knowledge, he still has good eyesight.

Through Arthur's testing, he had already figured out that the monk zombie was a fighting master. The opponent was wearing a tattered gray monk's robe. There were hundreds of zombies wearing the same clothes, and they were all likely to have similar combat capabilities.

Moreover, painless and bloodless zombies are far more difficult to deal with than living people of the same level. Now is not a good time for a martial arts tournament, but you must use superpowers to deal with them.

But Arthur is right. Even if these hundreds of Kung Fu zombies are all fighting masters and have mastered the use of Qi, as long as they are not at the level of the Karate Kid, it will not be a problem for Batman. It just takes a little time.