Chapter 309: The loyal Akam? (on)

Arkham is destined to cease to exist.
When he was young, he liked to explore those quiet and winding old streets and lanes, at this time they have turned into ashes and gravel.
The people who have not yet fled carefully walk through the smoldering ruins, thanks to the "excellent" performance of the Gordon Fortress. The original plan to stick to the three-day defense line for three hours was lost. This fashion and there are nearly 150,000 civilians. There was no time to evacuate.
Boom~!
The distant horizon was covered by heavy dust clouds raised by artillery fire, and it was difficult to discern the traces. A fluffy yellow fireball and low metal roar ripped the cloud clusters, causing more areas of his beloved city to disappear in a fiery explosion that shook the earth. .
Wayne stood on the minaret of the city church and witnessed the fall of Arkham. So far, Ok had not entered the main city, but it was only a matter of time.
He gripped the handrails of the balcony tightly, and shed bitter tears for the city that was about to be lost and the memory of dying.
The suburbs in the northern part of the city turned into an anxious hell, large houses of houses were burning, and the garden was turned into ashes. The transfer station on the south was a dark stain on the horizon, and all the buildings there were razed by the huge offensive.
He could see the few militiamen and policemen in the west of the city fighting in a hasty accumulation of fortifications, Harden and the sheriff named John Reed stood beside him.
Wayne understands that most of these heroic people will soon die, because what can be left behind is only bleak and dead, which makes him sad.
On the east side, the city’s main station has been in chaos, and Oak cut off the railway as soon as possible. Everyone in this city became a prisoner, and even if Oak cut off the railway, Wayne knew no new trains would arrive. By the way, the Ministry of Defence has to give up this city, they must organize a new line of defense, a position more conducive to defense, rather than investing limited power in hopeless rescue.
What Wayne can't understand until now is why the Gordon Fortress, which was clearly expected by everyone, was annihilated in an instant when the raid started?
Weak energy surged under him, eager to be released between enemies.
Wayne controlled it, and the flames of the vast ocean hit him, calling through the curtain between the planes like the most tempting drug addiction.
He is not a wizard, he knows the danger of this power.
Wayne wanted to walk into the streets of Arkham, repel those invaders, and show them his anger.
He clenched his fists tightly and restrained his thoughts.
He could hear the lonely and helpless people yelling and begging him to join the war. At this time, they hoped that the black knight would appear to protect the city, but he ignored it.
This is the most difficult decision he has ever made.
"I will never forgive, godfather."
Wayne gritted his teeth, staring at the surging green tide in the distance.
"I will never forgive."
Harden put his hand on his shoulder and said softly:
"This is a disaster that all of us need to face together. I know you are angry, but now is the time to build up strength."
The words seemed to affect Wayne's wounds. He couldn't help but recall his failure. He had the opportunity to stop all this, at least he thought he had so many opportunities.
But he didn't grasp it, but let himself not be able to move freely in a short time.
"No need to blame yourself."
A voice echoed in Wayne's mind, sharp and sharp, as if it were the sound of crystal.
"This is your darkest moment, but it is also your moment of triumph."
The sound came from afar, cracked like a crack of glass cracking, Wayne heard the sound through the receiver in the auricle, he knew who was talking to himself.
"I invite you again, Bruce Wayne, and invite you to join the Blade of Umbra and contribute to the protection of this world."
Wayne glanced at Harden, the other person nodded, and he heard the voice.
"Who is the connector?"
"His name is Mobuti and he is waiting for you at Port Vangeli."
"To understanding."
"Welcome you, Black Knight."
The voice gradually went away, and Wayne looked at the city he guarded for the last time, just at this time a wave of mountain tsunami-like sounds swept from the east.
"Ancient!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"I will come back, definitely."
The government personnel have basically ran out, and the military chiefs are either dead or fleeing. Most of the people who stay in Arkham are "too late" to buy tickets for the poor and workers. They are stranded in this impending fall city and look desperately. Approaching from outside the city little by little.
The so-called defenders are just a few militia groups, and no one expects them any more. The only thing fortunate is that Ouke did not attack immediately after the siege, which gave the remaining people a short time to respond. .
A small factory owner, a gang leader, a union leader, and a priest.
This is the members of Arkham’s current interim parliament. The four of them were rushed to the front desk to make decisions about the lives and deaths of more than 100,000 people.
"I heard they eat people."
The tattooed leader grabbed his bare head, which was originally a terrible face, and now he is only at a loss about the future.
In the distance, the body is rumbling, even the church in the center of the city can feel the slight vibration of the earth~EbookFREE.me~ what to do, otherwise the iron head boss you take your little brother to fight with them, give Let's fight for some time? "
A greasy union leader grabbed the delicate cup and sipped out the liquid.
"Do you really want to surrender? Will it guarantee our safety? Property or something..."
The middle-aged factory owner in Fafu talked while taking out his handkerchief and wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Hey, priest Feige, what do you think of Kaimon's old man?"
The leader of the gang kicked the ball in front of the priest who had kept his eyes closed, and the other party betrayed his mood with his hands shaking slightly in rosary.
Hearing the other party calling himself, the priest opened his eyes.
"Even if I changed my letter pretendingly, I would regret it in the future, and Kaimeng would forgive us."
"His old man is reasonable."
The other three people all laughed suddenly, although they were all bitter smiles.
"Then stay this way, it's all death anyway, it depends on whether Guk has a conscience."
The brief meeting ended quickly, and people who waited a long time also got the answers they had been waiting for. As a city that was almost undefended, they had few options.
On the outskirts of the city, after crushing the Gordon Fortress, Gook finally led his direct army to the outskirts of Arkham, but waiting for him, besides the eager warlord, there was news from Morana.
"What?"
Guck frowned, a little bit unable to understand the large amount of words the other party said.
Morana paused for a moment, and she knew that what she said was too complicated, and there was no need to talk about the useless rules of human war with the King of Oak, so after a simple review of herself, she said straightforwardly:
"Kuk, Arkham is willing to surrender."