Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 63 You know what to yell!

The dimly lit dungeon was almost completely dark, with only a single, soporific yellow lamp flickering occasionally in the far distance, letting Bruce Wayne know that he was still alive, rather than sleeping in an endless, dark world.

The occasional sharp pain in his lower back gave Bruce a slight sense of smug satisfaction.

This means he is not truly paralyzed, because in true hemiplegia, there is no sensation in the lower body.

Bain was absolutely ruthless.

That knee strike almost broke Bruce's back.

Bruce's current situation is still far from good.

He lost all his Batman gear, and the lack of nutrition left his body, which desperately needed repair, extremely weak.

Just then, a series of footsteps sounded.

Three distinctive-looking men arrived with a dozen or so armed bandits.

Bruce glanced at them and recognized the three leaders as Bane's loyal henchmen: Zombie, Bird, and Caveman.

Without a word, they dragged Bruce out of the modified cage.

They were very careful; not only did they tie Bruce's hands behind his back, but in addition to handcuffs, they also bound each of his fingers with something resembling a cowhide tendon.

The heart of this famous Batman is sinking.

Before long, he was led to a huge pool of blood.

Bruce was stunned by what he saw.

too scary!

That's so cruel!

Hundreds, even thousands, of people were slaughtered like chickens, ducks, and geese. Their necks and thigh arteries were cut open, and they were thrown into a funnel-shaped pool to bleed. Gushing blood gushed out, flowing along the sloping building facades, and eventually flowing into a large blood pool with a diameter of ten meters in the center of the site.

If all the blood in a person is drained, they would have about four liters of blood, which is roughly the volume of three 1.25L cans of Coca-Cola.

In reality, this simple and crude method of bloodletting cannot draw out that much blood. Often, less than half of the blood is drawn out because the person dies, the wound clots, or other issues prevent the blood from being drawn out.

Their bodies were taken away by a large number of well-dressed slaves and dumped directly into the sewers and then into the sea.

Tragically, after disposing of the corpses, these once well-dressed "elite" people would often be killed by bandits and their bodies thrown into a blood pool to bleed them dry.

The screams and cries of the victims, begging for mercy, echoed constantly in this enormous underground cavity.

What a living hell!

"You bastards! How could you do this?!" Bruce was almost bursting with rage.

Even a top Arkham player like the Joker never used such brutal methods.

Bane's imposing figure appeared behind Bruce, coldly mocking the former guardian of Gotham: "Don't worry! You're the main course of this sacrifice; you won't be left out."

Before Bruce could react, he was roughly pushed into the pool of blood.

"Gurgle! Cough cough!" The thick, foul-smelling blood almost drowned Bruce on the spot.

After struggling to get up from the sticky, slippery bottom of the pool, Bruce leaned against the 70-degree inclined edge of the pool, breathing in the not-so-fresh air.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt a strange sensation in his lower body as he struggled. He tried his best to hide it, making himself appear as the miserable prisoner with his hands tied behind his back and his lower body paralyzed.

"How awful! Batman!" Bane threw Bruce's Batman mask into the pool as well. This scene caused more prisoners waiting to be tortured to let out desperate cries.

"Oh my god! Is even Batman going to die here?"

"We're beyond saving."

Perhaps a moment ago some men were resisting, but now they have all given up the struggle, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Bruce yelled, "Bane! What the hell do you want?"

"Nothing much, just want to bring pain to this hypocritical and selfish world. Enjoy your last moments, Batman—Mr. Bruce Wayne!" Bane waved his hand arrogantly, then handed the hellish place over to his thugs, taking even three of his trusted men with him.

Logically speaking, a Batman like this should be dead.

Beneath the pool of blood, unnoticed by anyone, Bruce used the lubrication provided by the blood to first quietly free himself from the tendons binding his arm, and then did something very painful—he dislocated his left thumb.

Unless you're a very professional interrogator, few people would leave the serrated edges of their handcuffs so firmly on a prisoner's wrists, which gave Bruce a chance to break free.

It took him almost two minutes to break free of the handcuffs.

Of course, in the eyes of the prisoner guarding him, he was no different from the other prisoners struggling to die.

Bruce not only broke free of the handcuffs, but he also clearly felt that the sensation in his lower body was returning.

That's how amazing it is!

Although everyone says Batman is just an ordinary person, don't forget that in history he was a man who survived hand-to-hand combat with Superman.

Even among mortals, his physical abilities are unparalleled.

He silently told himself: Bruce! You only have one chance!

He remained completely calm, straightening his dislocated fingers and letting the 'blood level' of the terrifying blood pool rise steadily, soaking up to his neck.

As the ceremony progressed, he clearly sensed that the bandits' nerves were beginning to relax.

Inside this blood type hall, there was a television showing Bane's "public trial" at the city hall, where he was executing those rich people again.

"The rich are the cancer of the world! Every rich person has original sin! They should all be executed! Yes—including Iron Man!" Bane waved the remote control in his hand triumphantly.

Such a big event must have alarmed even Iron Man. In fact, Tony Stark rushed back the very first day after the incident. However, the nuclear fusion device made even Iron Man hesitant to act rashly.

If things go wrong, not only will 1200 million Gotham residents die, but neighboring New York will also suffer.

Clearly, Bain is using this arrogant approach to divert outsiders' attention.

Bruce glanced intently at the television. In that makeshift courtroom, nameplates of the wealthy people who had been executed hung on the walls.

He looked around carefully and suddenly felt a little relieved that his wretched illegitimate son's name wasn't on it.

Since that's the case, he's going to take action.

Like a cheetah about to hunt, Bruce seemingly gave up and closed his eyes, but in reality, he half-closed his eyes and used his peripheral vision to observe the position of the bandits' guards.

"Ah!" Just then, another victim was killed, and his scream attracted the attention of most of the bandits.

Bruce suddenly leaped up.

This scene looks outrageous!

Just a moment ago, he looked like a dying man.

In the next instant, he transformed into a cluster of agile blood shadows, circling rapidly around the slippery walls of the blood pool.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the edge of the pool.

With a swift over-the-shoulder throw, he tossed an armed bandit into the pool of blood. And because of the screams and wails of the victims everywhere, the guard's fall was not immediately noticed by the other bandits.

It wasn't until Bruce took down the fifth bandit in one go that one of the bandits unleashed a burst of rifle bullets with his AK.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The intense gunfire finally alerted all the bandits.

At that moment, Bruce pounced like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The limits of human beings are very mysterious. Bruce Lee could kick 1680 pounds in one kick and kick six times in one second.

Batman isn't that outrageous, but when he maxes out his attack speed and movement speed, he's still incredibly powerful.

Unfortunately, he ran into trouble when he took down the fifth bandit.

"Boom!"

The earth was trembling.

Bruce's only surprise was that there were two pools of blood, and the one he escaped from was the smaller one. The entire slaughterhouse was a much larger pool of blood.

One of the bandits pulled the lever, and the floor beneath Bruce and his gang of bandits suddenly deformed, turning into a huge hole forty meters in diameter, completely perpendicular to the ground.

Bruce, who was caught in the middle, had no equipment at the moment and couldn't fly even if he wanted to!

Just as Bruce's body plummeted downwards, an iron chain flew down from somewhere above his head, and he instinctively grabbed it.

However, when he looked up, he was surprised to find that the person pulling the chain was a face that was not unfamiliar to him—Ang's face!

Bruce's mind went completely blank: "Why are you here?!"

"Why I'm here isn't important. What's important is that if you want me to save you, you know what to yell for!" Ang's face was full of wicked smiles.

All Bruce could hear were screams from the bandits and victims. He could already hear the sound of guns being cocked. If he didn't go up now, he would be a pathetic sitting duck hanging in mid-air.

Perhaps he could die a heroic death like this, but if Bane doesn't kneel down and doesn't save 1200 million Gotham residents from their suffering, how could Bruce possibly swallow this insult?

A thousand thoughts swirled in my mind, a thousand words ultimately condensed into one sentence:

"Sugar daddy... Daddy!"

"good!"

The next instant, Bruce felt himself flying up into the clouds.

After taking a few deep breaths and looking around, Bruce realized that this was a hidden passage on the upper level.

Having escaped from the jaws of death, still shaken, everything was initially moving in a positive direction.

However, one sentence from someone made Bruce's fist harden again instantly.

"Dear Father, I originally only wanted you to call me 'son,' but since you're so understanding, I'll reluctantly accept 'sugar daddy.'"

"..."

(End of this chapter)