I train Batman in a horror world

Chapter 94 The Bat's Compassion

Jacob approached Bruce again.

Unlike previous assassinations, this time it knocked politely on the door of Bruce's resting cabin.

Upon entering, it uttered the startling words: "Prue is dead."

Bruce was originally chatting with Fowle.

Upon hearing Jacob's words, both the man and the bat turned their gazes to the Predator.

Although it is common for young Predators to fail in their hunts and die.

But Jacob's news still surprised Bruce.

During the months he stayed with the tribe, Bruce basically lived like a lone wolf, hunting and living on his own.

But Jacob and Prue did "know" each other from the beginning.

Hearing this news was somewhat disappointing.

"I'm sorry," Bruce said. "Was his body brought back?"

If the remains are brought back by the tribe, Bruce plans to perform some kind of ritual to help the deceased pass on to the afterlife.

Yakobu shook his head: "Strictly speaking, I think he played a trick."

Bruce: "?"

"So, he's currently in a state of uncertainty, his fate unknown?" Foul asked curiously.

Jacob glanced at the little bat, then thought for a moment and nodded: "Most likely."

With a wave of his hand, Foul said, "If his fate is unknown, he's dead. Bruce, quickly prepare the ritual implements and start the ceremony!"

Bruce flicked the mischievous Fowler's finger, looked at Jacob seriously, and said, "Tell me what happened."

Jacob replied truthfully, "Puru went hunting with other tribesmen. He should have returned half a month ago, but he didn't."

Bruce frowned. "Have the warriors from the other tribes returned?"

Jacob shook his head and said, "No."

Unlike the previous Predator trial, this time an elder was supervising the entire process.

Puru's hunting is more like friends on Earth going out to play, not returning home on time, and then the tribe finding out.

"Let's wait a little longer," Bruce said.

"it is good."

Jacob behaved exceptionally well and quickly left the cabin where Bruce was staying.

This scene surprised Bruce somewhat.

However, after thinking for a while, he guessed the general answer in his mind.

He glanced at Fowler and saw the bat frantically stabbing its ears with an iron rod, which made Bruce's scalp tingle!

"What are you doing!?"

"Deafening yourself!"

"nerve."

Seeing his little bat lost in thought, Foul tossed aside his iron rod and leaned closer, asking curiously, "What mischievous idea are you plotting now?"

"No, I just thought it would have been better if I had agreed to keep them as my spoils beforehand?"

"I think you're worrying unnecessarily," Fu Er said with a yawn.

For the first time ever, Fore was not at all surprised by the bat's compassionate attitude.

This kid has always been like this, taking everything as his own responsibility.

"I just couldn't bear it."

Bruce sighed, "After I joined the tribe, Jacob and Pru were actually marginalized and had to participate in more dangerous hunts to prove themselves."

Foul said helplessly, "So you're saying you bear some responsibility for Prue's disappearance?"

Bruce nodded.

"Suit yourself, but I must mention that being unsure of someone's fate could very well mean they are truly dead," Fowle said.

"If that is indeed the case, then I will find his body and sincerely send him on his way," Bruce replied.

Fowler spread his wings and didn't speak again.

Bruce remained silent.

A few more days passed.

Jacob knocked on Bruce's hatch again.

The first thing the other person said to Bruce wasn't about Pru's whereabouts, but rather, "The elder is looking for you."

Bruce asked, "...Is Prue back?"

Jacob shook his head: "No, but the elders sought you out because of this matter."

Upon hearing this, Bruce pondered for a moment, then returned to his cabin to pack his things quickly before heading with Jacob to the residence of the Ironblood Elder.

On the way, Bruce noticed that Jacob was acting a bit strange.

They were rubbing their hands together, seemingly planning to do something, and were very excited.

"Aren't you worried that Prue is dead?" Bruce asked.

"I am worried, but death is not the end. We are Predators and we are not afraid of death at all."

Jacob said this with a disappointed tone, "I should have died by your hand too; it would have been my honor."

Bruce raised an eyebrow; he regretted bringing up the topic.

The journey to the elder's residence was not far, and they arrived at the elder's place in just a few minutes.

However, only Bruce was qualified to meet the elders. Jacob accompanied Bruce to the door, but they were stopped by two Predators.

"Bat, you have to take me with you!" Jacob said breathlessly.

Based on his previous speculations, Bruce believed that Prue's disappearance was not as simple as it seemed.

He did not respond to Jacob, but instead went straight into the elder's quarters.

As usual, the elder seemed to dislike wearing a helmet. He stood quietly in front of the glass window in the cabin, gazing at the vast starry sky outside.

"Elder," Bruce greeted him with a tribal customary greeting.

"Young bat." The elder turned back, hissing with fangs, his cloak billowing on his shoulders, exuding an imposing aura.

Regarding Bruce's existence.

This experienced and ruthless elder thought highly of the other party.

He believes that Bruce's attitude shows more potential than any of the younger generation he has ever seen.

Moreover, the other party is so young.

If I had to nitpick...

That means this child is a complete spendthrift!

Almost without exception, the high-tech products that the bats received were damaged and rendered unusable.

"I received news from the elders of other tribes that the three Ironbloods who went hunting with Puru have betrayed the clan." The elder didn't waste any words.

"Does that mean they killed Pru?" Bruce asked, frowning.

"I don't know, but the scouts sent by other tribes are dead," the elder said.

The Ironblood Elder was much taller and stronger than Bruce. Standing next to Bruce, he looked like a wild beast eyeing him.

"According to the tribe's rules, spoils are the owner's responsibility, but you refused them back then, so they have no owner."

The Iron-Blooded Elder said slowly, "You can choose not to go to that hunting ground; no one in the tribe will blame you."

Bruce was silent for a moment, then said, "I will go."

"Then you will earn our respect again."

The Iron-Blooded Elder seemed to remember something and brought up another topic: "I heard you made a cloak for your armor?"

In the tribe, only the most respected and powerful members are allowed to prepare a cloak on their armor.

A cape is a symbol.

It's not just a decoration.

"If you can bring back the heads of those three iron-blooded traitors, I will prepare a new cloak for you."

"Perhaps."

Bruce did not intend to use such a cruel method; he would capture the Predator alive, just as before.

The Iron-Blooded Elder had no idea what Bruce was thinking.

After learning Bruce's attitude, he already knew the answer.

However, seeing Bruce still standing in the same spot, the elder instinctively asked, "Is there a problem?"

"no."

"Then let's take action."

Bruce's usually cold expression showed a rare hint of embarrassment.

He scratched his head, his face slightly flushed.

"I need a new spaceship."

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On a planet that the Predators consider their hunting grounds.

Pru was bound tightly by sharp iron chains and could not move.

Beside him are three Predators with uniquely designed masks.

The masks they wear almost all have distinctive features, and in terms of shape, they closely resemble lions, elephants, and eagles from Earth.

"How long until the spaceship can resume operations?" asked one of the Predators wearing a lion mask.

"It will take a few more days," came the reply from the Ironblood in the eagle mask.

The remaining Predator in the elephant mask walked up to Pru, who was bound by chains, and suddenly punched him in the stomach.

"Roar!" Pru was awakened by intense pain.

"Let's continue talking about the outsiders in your tribe," said Ironblood the Elephant Beast.

"You have betrayed... honor," Pru said, panting, without answering.

boom!

Elephant-faced Ironblood punched Pru again.

Upon seeing this, the remaining Lion-faced Ironblood and Eagle-faced Ironblood burst into laughter.

The laughter of the Ironblood Clan was unpleasant, a hissing sound like stones grinding together.

"I don't think betraying the clan is a shameful thing compared to you becoming their spoils of war," said Elephant-Faced Ironblood.

Pru has been imprisoned by these three Predators for some time now.

He didn't understand why the other party would betray their own clan.

He knew that he was still alive because they were bored and enjoyed imprisoning their prey for entertainment.

"I don't think it's a disgrace to be a bat's trophy," Pru said.

"Then why doesn't your master come looking for you?" Lion-faced Ironblood asked.

Prudential fell silent.

The bats never actually considered him and Jacob as their spoils; it was just that they thought so on their own.

"I heard that the bat is just a human?" Eagle-faced Ironblood, who hadn't said much, asked.

"You are the disgrace of the Ironblood race, Pru," the Elephant-Faced Ironblood mocked.

Then he punched Pru in the stomach.

Pru had not eaten or drunk anything for a long time, and his body was extremely weak.

After each of their punches, it took him a long time to recover.

Therefore, when he finally regained some strength...

Pru said, "A bat is an excellent hunter. If he comes to hunt you, you will only become prey waiting to die, unable to escape."

The three iron-blooded traitors scoffed at Pru's explanation.

They were not unfamiliar with human beings.

On this planet, which is considered a hunting ground, humans are captured from time to time to be hunted by the Predators.

During this period, they even hunted several humans.

They are as weak as sheep and not worth mentioning at all.

Therefore, in response to Prue's words, they simply launched a new round of torment.

"If the bat you speak of has truly come here, we will hunt him down and lay his head before you, so that you may know you are a true disgrace to the Predator race."

The three Ironbloods have clearly defined roles: Lion focuses on frontal combat, Elephant on trap attacks, and Eagle on reconnaissance.

This close cooperation is a key reason why they dare to betray their clan.

Because they had hunted many powerful creatures, including even their own kind, through cooperation.

"Pupuru spat out a mouthful of pale green blood, which fell to the ground from his fangs like hanging spider silk, making him look particularly disheveled."

In response to the three Ironbloods' assessment of the bat, Pru replied, "If he really came here, you would suffer a crushing defeat."

"You should take me with you, Bat!"

At Bruce's residence.

Foll rested his head on his hand, munching on fries like a sleeping Buddha, his gaze slowly falling on a scene not far away.

Jacob, who was much larger, was like a big dog, circling around his young master Bruce.

What is this?

Would even non-human beings be attracted to Batman?

It's hard to imagine that "Gotham Phantom" isn't used to describe several classic female villains, but rather as a vocabulary word to describe Bruce Wayne!

Fortunately, I wasn't successfully bewitched by this little bat.

Foul thought to himself absentmindedly.

Then, Fowle heard Jacob roar once again!

"You should take mine! I should hunt with you, and I should prove my worth to you!" Jacob roared at Bruce.

"A new round of trials will begin in a while, and you can prove your worth then."

Bruce was packing his gear, preparing to head to the hunting grounds where the elders had provided the location.

The Iron-Blooded Elder did indeed prepare a spaceship for him.

Although it's not as advanced as before, it's sufficient.

"I don't care, you're supposed to take me with you!"

Jacob's saliva landed on Bruce's face, causing the young master to wipe his face involuntarily.

"As your master, I command you, my spoils of war, to remain obediently in the fleet."

Upon hearing this, Jacob immediately fell silent, losing all will to resist.

However, judging from his expression, he even seemed somewhat aggrieved?

Bruce said helplessly, "If Pru really died at the hands of those three Ironbloods, it means they are very dangerous. Blindly bringing you along will affect my operations."

Jacob was speechless and could only watch helplessly as the other party finished packing his equipment, put on his brand-new black battle suit, and prepared to leave.

"I will prove to you in the trials to come that I am a qualified hunter," Jacob said.

"I hope so."

Bruce fastened his cape and gave it a quick shake.

The soft cloak instantly hardened and sharpened, like a shield held behind the back.

This is a cape that he developed himself using Ironblood Technology.

It is not merely a simple plasticity; it can even be described as the outer garment of a living organism.

This outer garment became his cloak.

"Your cloak..." Jacob wanted to say something.

"I know that a cloak is a symbol of status."

Bruce interrupted, "But in my opinion, the cloak is just one of my weapons."

Jacob had nothing more to say.

After finishing packing all his equipment, Bruce left the cabin and headed alone to the unfamiliar planet.

Jacob wasn't even qualified to keep up with the other side.

"Click!" Jacob looked back and saw that Bruce's bats were still there.

The sudden noise was from the golden strip that the other person was holding, making a crisp cracking sound.

"Aren't you going with the bats?" Jacob asked.

"Come on, but your strong desire has caught Mr. Fu's attention." Fu blinked.

"My wish?" Jacob asked, puzzled.

"You want to have a big fight with my little bat," Fowle said.

"He won't engage in a life-or-death duel with me," Jacob said helplessly.

"That's true, but why don't you create opportunities yourself?"

The bat swallowed half a French fry and flew around Jacob.

Jacob, bewildered, asked, "What does this mean?"

then.

The bat landed on his shoulder, raised its wings, and muttered a few words.

Jacob's monster face suddenly showed a human-like shock!

"...How about it, isn't this suggestion pretty good?" the bat hummed.

Jacob didn't speak, but stood there lost in thought.

Seeing this, Foul didn't linger and flapped his wings to go find his own bat cub.

But deep in Fore's heart, a checkmark symbol was drawn.

Batman's Iron Man Robin, plan in motion! (√)

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(Easter egg)

P.S.: I think the head Batman is stepping on in this cool picture has a Predator vibe. Anyone know why?

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