Chapter 304: 29. Gotham's Secret. The Undead

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Arkham Asylum, sounds like a treatment place. In fact, this is not the case. This building, located in the worst slum in Gotham, was once the place where the Gotham city government detained dangerous criminals.
More than a decade ago, after Gotham’s economic turmoil, many very criminals emerged in this city. Most of them had signs of schizophrenia, and it was difficult to be convicted by law, but the police couldn’t justify them. After being put back into the society like this, the Arkham Asylum was once the place where these drosses were accommodated.
Bruce’s father, Thomas Wayne, was a very famous surgeon in Gotham. He occasionally went to the Arkham Asylum House to counsel the criminals, while his wife Martha Wayne was Thomas’s best. Assistant.
Until they are killed, they will often work in Arkham Asylum.
All in all, the dilapidated, burnt and collapsed building in front of Merlin is definitely a complicated place for his good friend Bruce.
For Merlin, the dilapidated building is also a complicated place.
He did not spend much time, just in the ruins of Arkham Asylum, found a tunnel to the underground, and from the traces left around the tunnel, this tunnel is likely to have been before the establishment of Arkham Asylum. Existed.
In other words, when the city government decided to build this lunatic asylum, it may be to cover up some secrets that persisted in the darkness of Gotham City.
"It must be related to the Owl Court."
Merlin walked quietly in the spiral tunnel leading to the underground. He could feel the cold air attached to the tunnel in front of him without looking, like a haunted underground fortress, in the night In such places, such places are always prohibitive.
And on the stone walls on both sides of the downward tunnel, the delicate and gloomy owl sculptures seem to prove Merlin's guess.
"Dick, how are you over there?"
There was a communicator in Merlin's ear, he asked as he walked down.
"Call me Grayson, thank you."
In the night, the first generation Robin Grayson wearing his blue combat uniform looked at the quiet neighborhood around the Arkham Asylum. He inserted the weapon in his waist and responded softly to:
"It's very quiet here, and there doesn't look like anyone else."
"What about the two boys?"
Merlin asked again:
"Are they honest?"
"Fortunately."
Grayson looked around, and he replied:
"I separate them in two areas, as long as they don't meet, they can complete the monitoring task well."
"Well, be alert."
Merlin says:
"The attack of the haunted owl court will come at any time."
"Ok."
Grayson responded there, and Merlin hung up the communication and continued to go underground.
The tunnel in front of me was beyond imagination. In Merlin's senses, he seemed to have reached the location of nearly 100 meters underground, and the surrounding temperature dropped more and more violently, just like a natural cold cellar.
"If it is purely for confidentiality, there is no need to dig so deep."
Merlin touched the cold rock sculpture at hand. He looked at the stone door at the end of the tunnel. He said:
"It's either a refuge or something to store something. Um... something that can't be stored at room temperature."
His fingers rested on the back of the silver sword hilt, and his other hand hung down beside him. Faced with an unknown secret organization that has been hiding for more than 200 years, the necessary vigilance is due.
The appearance of the city of Gotham reveals a strange atmosphere everywhere. This is not a normal city at all.
"I don't know how Bruce survived."
Merlin was hidden in the shadows. He quickly rushed into the tunnel in front of him. There was no light source at this place 100 meters underground, but the darkness could not block his sight. Around the silent hall in front of him, Merlin saw Each owl sculpture is placed like a piece of art, and each has a different shape.
And compared to the normal owl, the sculptures around Merlin look evil and evil, full of a strange feeling in the darkness.
"My badge is shaking, there is magic around here."
When he stepped out of the hall, the wolf head pendant hanging on Merlin's neck vibrated strangely. The pendant left by this white wolf was alerting his new owner, and there was a magic-related danger nearby.
"Interesting."
Merlin pulled out the silver sword Vlad behind him. He stood on the spot and looked around.
Although he was in hiding, his arrival seemed to touch an invisible magic switch. Just now, the eyes of the owl stone statues were closed at this moment.
Those living stone sculptures are even more strange at this moment. If ordinary people see these sneaky owl stone statues in the night, they will definitely be scared crazy on the spot.
"Pretend to be fooled, do not get on the table."
Merlin reached out and tapped on the sapphire pendant on his chest. Carol's falling breath mask quickly covered his face. The air in the tunnel smelled fine, but Merlin seriously doubted that the air here must contain Some kind of neurotoxin, combined with the owl stone sculptures that can scare people around, can definitely make the invaders tremble.
"Oh, uh, uh"
At the moment when the breathing mask injected pure oxygen into Merlin's nostrils and mouth, in the darkness of the hall, eight figures wearing leather armor and holding weapons appeared like Merino ninjas around Merlin.
They all look like ordinary people, but their armor is very strange.
The ancient and exquisite armor is full of patterns and carvings related to owls, and on the heads of these eight attackers, there are also full-cover helmets that look like owls, and their armor looks like it is made of metal The finger cots of those handpieces are more like sharp pointed cones, and only need to be lightly grasped to break ordinary people.
And under the black lenses of the owl helmet, even the gaze of these warriors was as gloomy as the surrounding air.
In the field of vision, the life activities of these samurai are very strange. Merlin can feel the vitality that exists in their bodies, but that vitality is not as active as normal people at all, but has a feeling of stagnation like ice water.
Their movements are also very weird, and they don't have the "soft" feeling of ordinary people. On the contrary, they are like puppets, and they are like robots manipulated by some kind of program. In a gesture, they pulled out the war knife behind them.
However, judging from their gesture of holding a knife, these guys should be fighters who are good at fighting.
"Uh"
The silver sword in Merlin's hand lay in front of him. He looked at the indifferent eccentric owl samurai around him. He extended his left hand and ticked them.
It's like provocation.
At the next moment, the eight warriors in the dark rushed towards Merlin at the same time. The weapons they wielded at this moment blocked all the space for Merlin to dodge from all directions. It seemed that they would completely cut the invaders in the first wave of attack. kill.
In the face of those sharp blades, Merlin shook his head.
He greeted him unavoidably. The silver sword in his hand made a buzzing sound. The black mist wrapped around the blade of the magic injection made the blades of the silver sword hot.
Sword dance!
Merlin took out the most advanced swordsmanship he currently mastered. With the flip of his wrist, the silver sword danced into a dangerous windmill around his body. The happy blacksmith is making the same iron.
The three swords were cut into Merlin's body from behind, but the light and flirty touch of the air seemed to mean that these owl warriors didn't hurt Merlin at all.
In contrast, at the moment when Merlin's first wave of sword dance ended, the four samurai in front of him had been bruised and bruised, and the two unlucky eggs were even more sword-dance attacked at an astonishing speed, cutting off their heads on the spot.
They should just die.
No matter how tough the warrior is, his head is cut off to represent death.
But not!
In Merlin’s slightly surprised gaze, the two headless corpses that fell to the ground, like the headless knights in the horror story, swayed up, groping around their heads, finding their heads. After that, they put their heads roughly on their necks, as if they had completed regeneration.
Damn it! Those two guys' heads are not theirs at all, they put each other's heads back.
But even so, they still regained the same mobility as before.
Merlin also noticed that there was no bleeding at all in the wounds where these samurai were cut. Instead, it was something like black quicksand.
"It turned out to be the alienated undead."
Merlin let the samurai around him wield the sword, and hacked his body madly. He put away the silver sword indifferently. After knowing the true identity of these warriors, he knew that the hacking of the blade, for these early As far as the dead are concerned, there is no point.
He also finally understood why the Owl Court would dig such a huge underground palace 100 meters underground.
They are obviously in order to better preserve these powerful undead minions. Even if the corpses are carefully handled, they will decay quickly at room temperature. The decayed flesh will make the undead flexibly quick. decline.
"Try this."
Merlin's hands took out two bottles of milky white crystal bottles from his pocket. His face was full of malicious smashing the crystal bottle on the ground. With the sound of the crystal bottle breaking, milky white liquid splashed in the dark, and those scattered The liquid spilled on the body of the surrounding owl samurai, just like the most rapid fire oil, began to burn wildly.
The holy water of flames, the mentor of Merlin's name, the white wolf used in the Middle Ages to deal with the killer of the undead.
In the burning of those magical hot flames, these undead warriors were like dry firewood thrown into the fire. They burned too fast, but in a moment, the negative energy in their bodies was affected by this The holy water of extremely positive energy ignited and began to burn from within.
For ordinary people, even dark heroes like Bruce, these undead warriors are destined to be difficult to deal with. They are not afraid of bullets or destruction. As long as the negative energy in their bodies is still there, they can continue to resurrect. In addition, these warriors were saved their martial arts in a special way, which made their combat power stronger.
Unfortunately, this time they encountered a demon hunter who specialized in slashing demons and demons, and was not afraid of physical attacks at all.
"I like to see how you burn."
Merlin stood in the burning flame. The spark caused by the ignited negative energy was not like a normal flame, but like a beating firework, with a gorgeous feeling.
"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth."
He took a step forward and hooked his finger, and the sword that fell on the ground was held by Merlin. He shook his hand and nailed the owl samurai who was rolling on the ground and wanted to put out the flames. It's like a steel fire rack.
"Dead, go back to your grave."
Merlin read the messy prayers and nailed the eight samurai on the ground one by one in the darkness. The boiling silver-white flames illuminated the dark hall.
After a moment, the silver-white flames dissipated a little bit, and those who were awakened in violation of the laws of nature seemed to be relieved. Merlin vaguely heard the rumbling thanks from the air.
He walked over to the war swords, crouched down, rummaging through the ashes left by the warriors.
A few seconds later, Merlin twisted a small piece of weird metal from the ashes in front of him with his black gloved fingers.
This thing is only the size of a finger, and the texture is soft, just like sterling silver, it can be changed by a pinch, because of the burning, the metal surface is covered with a layer of black ash, but this can’t hide the metal Weird nature.
Merlin could feel that this metal implanted in the bodies of the samurai contained a peculiar vitality. It was these metals that injected the cursed vitality into the dead and kept them clear after death The fighting consciousness and a small amount of reason allow these carefully preserved corpses to play a delicate and dangerous cooperation.
"what is this?"
Merlin played with the metal in his hands curiously, he said:
"It looks precious..."
He looked back at the seven piles of ashes behind him. After a while, 8 pieces of metal were held by Merlin in the palm of his hand. In the curling of his fingers, the 8 pieces of metal were quickly squeezed into a whole piece.
And the stagnation of life energy contained therein has also been fused together without hindrance.
"interesting."
Merlin put the metal in the magic pocket, and he crossed the edge of the hall, preparing to continue to search inside, and at this moment, in the communicator, Demian's voice also rang.
"Merlin, we have been attacked and there are groups of "claws" attacking us. We can't kill them, any suggestions?"
"Use fire."
Merlin replied:
"Or bombs, violently burning flames can limit them, but before they are burned to ash, they are still threatening, so don't be merciful.
"In addition, after they are killed, they will leave some cursed metal, you collect it, but don't disturb it... the metal has a curse attached to it, only a wizard like me can lift it..."
"I mean, let the other two Robins take care of their hands and you will supervise them."
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