Chapter 551: Black Army (Part 1)

Bruce Wayne's last cry was on the verge of his transition from a boy to a man, but on the long, century-long night when he lost his parents, the boy did not become a man. In fact, he eventually became a weapon, Embark on a life that does not require feelings or tears.
He couldn't understand the feeling of hurt at the time, and now he can't. This kind of bad expression is never suitable for him.
A newcomer was lying on the operating table, being taken care of by a blood-stained robotic arm, and some figures blocked his sight. He only saw the uneven cut of blood and flesh, and the whole room was sprinkled with blood and air. There is a primitive and fierce smell, a taste different from that of the human body.
Maybe another monster is about to be born...
The idea stopped here. He couldn't think about it any longer. He tried to think about it. It was like painting a color that he had never seen or recalling a song that he had never heard. His mind tried his best to drive this idea.
Oak still remembers Arkham’s massacre. For a long time, he used most of his energy to kill such dirty beasts. He once edged them in the plains, hills and ruins. Intersect, he witnessed many things unimaginable to mankind, some are subtle, some are like miracles.
Ok is not always driven by anger, they will also be cautious when necessary, and most of the world's judgments on them are actually very wrong.
He still has scars from many battles on his body. He could have used surgery or skin transplantation to eliminate or heal these wounds, but he likes to leave them, which is the only thing he got in this brutal war. There is something of his own.
Thinking of this, he looked down at his armor. It was hard to imagine that these crimson steel claws were only the hands of fragile humans. In the past, he accepted the invitation of the shadow prince. The other party borrowed power—although it was a bit speculative, he didn’t want to make himself aware of the fallen reality.
Suddenly, heavy and harsh breathing attracted his attention, but he didn't even have to raise his head.
He smelled the scent of candles on the man's body, the fragrance of wax from the aging blood pushed by the slow heart and weak blood, visiting not only aging but also weak.
Bruce shook himself.
"Master Ya Ningping."
He paid tribute to the comer in a dark robe. The old man nodded and responded, making the sound of asthma in his breathing mask.
"When did you come back from the front line?"
"I just arrived, Master, I'm here for you."
"Please follow me, I have something to show you, and we have to discuss some things."
The door opened, and a smell of tomb came from within. Ya Ningping walked in, still panting in his breathing mask.
Bruce followed, his footsteps heavily on the deck, his voice echoed between the curved walls.
At this moment, the old man ignored those corpses suspended with iron chains, but Bruce did not. He stepped into the reformation room very few times. Even after so many battles, the place where the shadow prince used to make non-human soldiers remained Will make him cold hair straight.
It was in this place that he had seen the madness in his head pushed out and polluted the world around him. Many truths brought by witchcraft were written on the skinned corpses and profane bodies.
The old man took a breath, and the damp air condensed in front of his metal mask, forming drops of water on the edge of his thin lips.
"He talks to them often."
"Who to talk to?"
Ya Ningping pointed to the body.
"they."
Bruce approached a corpse hanging in midair, and gently pushed the naked, tragic body. The corpse hung by the chain immediately looked back and forth, and a black liquid dripped from the opened mouth to ground.
"He is still unpleasant as always."
He shook his head and turned to face the dark wizard who had been wanted for decades. .
"What do you want me to do?"
Ya Ningping sat on a chair by the wooden table with his old bones. Without showing any signs of impatience, his eyes were on a piece of parchment.
Then, the paper shook slowly in his bony hands.
"You never seem to want to know the person you serve, Wayne."
As he spoke, he looked away from his work.
"Everyone else wants to understand, won't it make you lumpy?"
This is the second time, Bruce thought.
"I don't think it's necessary."
"indeed."
Ya Ningping caressed the gray hair next to his dry face, and handed a piece of parchment paper across the table. Before flattening, he read the words on the milky white paper, mixed with gasping voices and coughing.
"Bruce Wayne, born in Arkham, his father is the head of Wayne United Steel Corporation, his mother is from the famous family of the Benedict Empire, the high-level MP of the Shadow Blade, and..."
The old wizard paused, then shook his head.
"There is also a ridiculous title-The Black Knight ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Bruce Wayne took a deep breath like the slaughterhouse in his room, his expression revealed.
"I'm not sure I like your tone. The person who mocked me last time soon regretted that he did it. [Heartbreaker] Ya Ningping."
"Oh?"
The old man raised his head, curious about his sweaty face.
"Who is that?"
"I don't remember the name."
"I thought that you, the Superman warriors, had amazing memory, and if you want, you can vividly reproduce the scene at that time."
"I am indeed, it's just that I never asked his name. I was busy peeling him alive. Now tell me what you are looking for, Ya Ningping. I hope you haven't mistaken me for a patient. people."
The other party showed teeth blackened by age.
"If you want to command an army, you have to learn to be patient."
Bruce Wayne laughed and took a big gulp of air mixed with the smell of chemicals and flesh.
"You also think I will want to gain power in this shit-like place? Even you, his favorite old devil, have lost their minds? Ya Ningping, watching you stupid and alive is too sad. Okay."
The wizard turned his gaze back to the parchment and smiled under the black metal mask.
"I know your secret, Wayne."
"I have no secrets."
Bruce's fingers stroked the parchment and brushed the ink handwriting gently.
"He told me, he told me everything."
The black knight shook his head slightly, his black eyes did not blink.
"I have no secrets."
He said again, but the lack of firmness in his tone was more casual.