darknovel Chapter 43 Soulmates
Chapter 43 Soulmates
Chapter 43 Soulmates
Bain had never felt such a strange sensation before.
The other party only needs a glance to understand his meaning, and only needs to make a gesture to respond immediately.
This uncanny, soulmate-like harmony was driving him almost insane.
They didn't seem like enemies who had faced each other to the death just days before; instead, they seemed like twin brothers who had practiced countless times and worked together seamlessly.
"Damn it, how could you...?"
The rotten black monster was no match for them.
Large pieces of wood were easily ripped away, as easily as peeling the flesh off a dragon fruit. He was already very weak and had no chance against the combined attack of Bane and Batman.
The power of the decaying black still lingers in Bane; it can neither corrode Bane nor affect Batman, who can turn into metal at any time.
Even dead things lose their ability to resist after being dismembered. The Plant Master's body was already badly damaged; even if the three hunters of the Rotten Black did their best to activate it, if this body were physically shattered...
The three hunters managed to command those they controlled to charge forward in a final act of resistance, but all they could do was keep sending crisis energy to Chen Tao.
Boom!
The creation of decay and blackness collapsed. The plant master, completely controlled by decay, collapsed to the ground, trembling incessantly. All sorts of rotten things emerged from the broken wounds on his body caused by the brutal beatings. Bain, panting heavily, leaned against a tree beside him. After continuously destroying armies and being manipulated, his body and strength had reached their limits.
Chen Tao spat at the rotting black man lying on the ground, who was convulsing, and then took out a large bottle of Lhasa spring water and poured it on him.
With a sound like roasting meat, the rotten black monster lay motionless on the ground.
Poison Ivy regained her strength, and the green plants gradually enveloped the Plant Master: "Jason cannot die; he is an important part of the green of all things—"
"I have no intention of killing him." Looking at Poison Ivy's slightly wary eyes, Chen Tao replied, "Just keep it under control."
Poison Ivy breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, Jason isn't human after all... I was really worried you might..."
Batman has killed countless of those talking plants she created in the past.
Chen Tao ignored her.
"And then..."
Before Chen Tao could turn around, Bane leaped high into the air: "We'll meet again, Bat. This time, it's definitely not the end of our journey—"
Chen Tao shook his head.
He turned his attention to the Cheshire Cats. The power of decaying blackness dissipated from them, and they helped each other up, looking rather foolish.
[The Cheshire Cat's Mask: The cat never takes off her mask, not even to those she trusts most. Her father forces her to marry a master of poisons, an act that directly leads to the Cheshire Cat running away from home. But one day, the cat will have to accept her fate.]
"My appearance has only brought me tragedy."
[The Ventriloquist's Glasses: Arnold had never felt the warmth of humanity until Batman came into his life.]
"Batman! My God!"
Their insignificant scratching attacks brought Chen Tao nearly 14 points of crisis energy and three more useless Batmen, but what Harley Quinn brought Chen Tao made him take it seriously:
Harley Quinn's Broken Baseball Bat
[Introduction: Harley Quinn's baseball bat is made from the broken handle of the large wooden hammer the Joker gave her, crafted by Poison Ivy herself. Although Ivy often objects to Harley keeping the Joker's things with her, and often turns the baseball bat into a wooden snake to scare Harley, it remains Harley Quinn's most beloved weapon.]
The baseball bat was the last to break before Harley Quinn was corrupted by the power of decaying darkness. But extraordinary affection couldn't avert its doom; even the most twisted and loyal emotions couldn't elicit a response from a cruel, pale soul. Perhaps you can use it to summon a bat from some parallel universe…
[Error! Error!]
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Chen Tao was taken aback. This was the first time he had ever seen the Alfred Protocol undergo such a bizarre change.
But could someone summoned because of a twisted fascination with the pale behemoth really be Batman?
"No, my little Pudding! He loves me, I believe he loves me. Why? Why are you always thinking about Batman? I'm the one who loves you the most!"
[Crisis Energy Units Converted: 40]
[Your current Crisis Energy Units: 124]
[WARNING! Downloading targeted software...]
[Laughter erupts...]
[Error! Error!]
[Targeted]
The Clown
[Danger Level: D]
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Iceberg Restaurant in Gotham City is the headquarters of the supervillain Penguin.
This place was once Gotham's largest casino and liquor smuggling hub, but now only smuggling remains. After years of relentless attacks from Batman, Oswald Cobblestone, the Penguin, finally gave up on running a casino business in his lair.
It's already past nine o'clock at night, and the evil and cruel penguin is eating his midnight snack: a piece of pink strawberry cake.
The Iceberg Restaurant is about to close, and even a gangster who has spent the day committing crimes needs a strawberry cake to reward himself.
—However, it's no wonder he's short and fat, looking like a giant, wrinkled, fat penguin, since he always eats these kinds of sweets late at night.
Penguin seemed a bit distracted today.
The lunatics who recently escaped from Arkham Asylum have almost devastated Gotham's order—everyone's slipped out.
The Joker, the Scarecrow, Zazza, the Riddler, Two-Face—it's a chaotic mess. They've turned Gotham into a complete mess. Every day there are lunatics shooting and terrorist attacks on the streets. Businesses are constantly being disrupted by either the police or unexpected incidents; it's impossible to do business.
"Sigh, they've all gone mad." Thinking this, the penguin sighed deeply and poured himself a glass of milk. He didn't drink coffee; at middle age, too much caffeine would keep him awake.
These days, lunatics are popping up one after another. Bane, the new guy in Gotham, is another one of them. It's getting harder and harder for legitimate criminals like him to survive. I'd better close down for a couple of days and wait until Batman sorts out all the chaos.
The penguin smacked his lips, his mind somewhat blank as he absorbed the sugar.
With casinos and the arms trade constantly being cracked down on, these old businesses are becoming increasingly difficult to run. We need to find new ways to increase revenue and cut costs...
Maybe he could invest in an ice cream truck or a burrito shop endorsed by the Penguin? Then he could hire heavily armed henchmen to guard the entrance, and surely no one would dare to rob him then?
Or you could try investing in stocks. I've heard that something called Bitcoin is pretty good lately...?
But just as the penguin was enjoying a peaceful moment of eating cake while pondering the next steps in his business, a henchman stumbled into his office, looking terrified, and tripped on the gleaming carpet.
"Oh no, boss! It's the Joker! The Joker's here!"
"!"
With a "poof," the penguin holding the cup took a deep breath, and milk sprayed directly from his hooked nose.
(End of this chapter)