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Chapter 874 Escape
After the conversation, Robin found that he would not be able to find out the technology for making guns in a short time, so he could only throw the gun on the ground.

Just as he was about to tell everyone to retreat, Robin, whose gaze had shifted downwards due to the loss of his gun, noticed something strange: the believers who should have fainted at their feet were trembling slightly.

What's going on? Robin frowned slightly, his mind full of confusion. The frequency of these people's vibrations was like they had Parkinson's disease, but they didn't look like they were awake. So where did this vibration come from?

Before Robin could think of an answer, someone had already taken action. It was the harpy who had been watching nearby. He squatted down and tore off the clothes of a believer, so fast that Robin couldn't even stop him.

Habib's idea was simple. If he wanted to find out the cause of the vibration, then tearing off the clothes that could easily hide things was undoubtedly the easiest and most intuitive way.

But this behavior is equally dangerous, because no one knows what these fanatical cultists are carrying. If it is a bomb, it is easy to deal with, but if it is a poison gas bomb, then with the amount these people can carry, the ecology of Santa Prisca Island is likely to be greatly affected.

If the ecology is affected, then the residents of Santa Prisca will also be affected. That is no small matter and will instantly escalate into an international dispute.

As a team member, you may not think about this sometimes, but as the captain, Robin must always remember this, but unfortunately he failed to stop the harpy.

But was Harpy really so reckless? Of course not. He dared to do such a dangerous thing because he had a backup plan and he had thought of the same things that Robin had thought of.

So he thought that if these cultists really had some dangerous items tied up, they must be eliminated before they threatened the indigenous people, so he took action and directly pulled open the cultists' clothes.

The bad news is that there is something hidden under the clothes of the Cobra cultists. The good news is that the hidden thing is not a bomb or a poison gas bomb, but a permanent syringe like the one used by diabetic patients.

However, the transparent body of the syringe allows people to see the contents inside clearly. It is obvious that the purple liquid is definitely not a new type of insulin, but cobra venom that can enhance biological functions.

Robin understood what the device was at a glance. Combined with the cultists' unnatural shaking, the dwindling potion, and the bulging muscles, he immediately understood everything.

"Run! This is a programmed injection device. If the wearer's breathing slows down enough, it will be activated and automatically inject its contents!"

The situation was urgent, so Robin didn't speak but used faster telepathy to let the team members understand everything directly.

People's breathing is different in different states, and the device in front of him obviously takes advantage of this. Robin speculated that the device was set up so that as long as the breathing becomes slow and regular like during sleep, the device will be triggered.

The device will not respond when the wearer is awake or doing strenuous exercise.

The fact was just as Robin guessed. The twenty Cobra Cult members lying on the ground were all changing from normal size to muscular monsters. Soon their skin could not keep up with the expansion of their muscles.

The blood-red muscles were exposed, and the skin was gradually stretched out like their clothes and turned into a pile of rags, some of which slipped off their bodies, while others hung on them.

Robin didn't know how powerful these things were, but he knew how strong Bane was after being injected with the highest quality venom potion. With the help of this anchor, he could have a rough estimate.

Simply put, the twenty muscular monsters before them were more than enough to knock them all down, and behind them were a massive reinforcement. So the best option now was to run away. Robin, facing this kind of enemy for the first time, couldn't think of any other solution, and neither could the rest of the Young Justice League.

Following Robin's order, the members of the Young Justice League began to escape. Not long after they ran out, the cultists who fell to the ground woke up due to the effects of the potion.

The cobra venom, which combines the advantages of the giant potion and the venom potion, is perfect. The IQ of the injected creatures will not be affected in any way, and therefore they will still obey the orders of the Holy Lord King Snake after waking up.

Catch those young heroes.

"Charge!" the leading cultist roared. Not yet used to his enhanced body, he staggered forward, and in just three steps he caught up with the Young Justice League's main force.

This won't work. If they just run away, they will be caught immediately. They must have some impact on the enemy.

The Martian girl thought of her psychic abilities, but as soon as she connected to the believers' brains, she felt a burst of violent thoughts, and the Martian girl, who was not careful, almost vomited.

As mentioned earlier, the mixed potion is perfect, but it has a minor flaw that is common to both the Giant Potion and the Venom Potion, which is that it makes the person who injects it more violent.

Although it does not affect the IQ, the user will become irritable and the desire to destroy will increase. The Martian girl wanted to defeat multiple cultists in one go, so she connected to several enemies.

As it turned out, her rash action almost hurt her. Thanks to the powerful spirit of the Martians, if it were an ordinary psychic, they would definitely have suffered considerable damage.

The Martian girl suppressed her discomfort and told everyone this information. It was obvious that the path of mental power was not feasible for the time being, so she had to resort to something practical.

Robin took out the bomb from his belt. This was a weapon in the Batsuit specifically designed to deal with superhumans. It was so powerful that even a person with a strong body would faint if it was blown away. Of course, if you were Superman, you would just ignore what he said.

He threw all the bombs behind him, and the bombs hit the believers like free candy beans. They couldn't control their bodies well and couldn't stop at all, so they could only crash into them head-on.

"boom!"

When multiple bombs exploded at the same time, the explosive power was considerable. The thick black smoke even drowned the believers behind them. Of course, regardless of the effect, the noise was so loud that it was estimated that the entire island could hear it.

Robin regretted throwing the bomb as soon as he threw it. Wasn't this a disguised reminder to the enemy that they were here? It seemed that the enemy's threat temporarily made him lose his mind. Normally, he would never do such a reckless thing.

Still too young, but it's good enough to be able to do this.

The harpy nodded silently, then slowed down and landed in last place.

(End of this chapter)