Bain often feels like he is shouting in a deserted wilderness.
The hazy mist gathered into waves and oceans, and rolled up in the dark night.
His life is like an island in the ocean.
He ran, he jumped, he flew, he struggled through the whirlpool of clouds and rain, thinking he would catch that ray of light.
But everything still fell silent.
He felt like he was falling.
Just like...
That time, this moment.
Violent rage.
Plants grew explosively from half of his body again. His muscles shriveled, became dilapidated and withered, and were sucked dry by the plants on his body in just a few seconds. However, in the next second, under the pump of venom,
, his muscles recovered in an instant, expanded, snaked, and became more majestic than before.
"Xiaohong, can't you control the green on him?"
Harley whispered to Poison Ivy: "This way I can't cast magic on him."
Poison Ivy automatically understood her crazy words: "I don't know, but I'm afraid not. These plants have undergone some mutations that I don't quite understand. They no longer look like plants... but like living people."
Part of it."
She said hesitantly: "This is part of an unstable chain reaction. In fact, I feel that Bain's method of using these plants is not the same as the ones I controlled before - but no matter what, it is obvious.
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Poison Ivy said: "He has turned himself into a wizard."
"Strictly speaking, he can be considered a mage now. In terms of the application of elemental power, he can even..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw the plants curling up and binding Bain's body, and then wrapped around Bain's body like muscle fibers, turning into a wooden texture.
Then the next second, his arm was swung to the side like a stretched nine-section whip. Half of the building collapsed with a loud noise like building blocks, and Bain's roar shook the earth and the earth:
"Batman - look directly at me!!!"
"Wizard, but the main method of attack is still fists."
Harley said.
"Hee hee!"
Bane heard Batman chuckle, that contemptuous, unabashed flirtation.
He fought back violently, and his twisted and extended fist carried unparalleled strange power, but it only hit the uninhabited air.
Bain is furious, and continues to be furious. He controls his anger rationally, and half of his body is responding to him. His arms seem to have grown a little longer, but they have definitely not become thinner.
In the increasingly majestic anger, his punches became more and more graceful. Compared with the straight attacks, they were more like fluttering ribbons and seemed to have no lethality.
But the broken masonry and the ground cracked like tofu by his whip-like arm are always reminding everyone:
This is definitely not a lover's touch.
Harley Quinn commented: "It's like whipping your fart with a whip in a sex game——"
Poison Ivy skillfully tied her into a rice dumpling.
Deadshot raised his shock wave weapon and aimed it at Bane, who was still attacking the invisible Batman. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he saw Mr. Freeze holding the cryogun in front of him.
"What do you mean?"
he asked.
"Shh!"
Mr. Freeze said: "Be quiet, Sharpshooter. Don't disturb the battle between them. Haven't you noticed that the Talons have retreated?"
"I know."
Deadshot answered him: "But I thought this was just because they were not qualified to participate in close combat. Don't worry, I am very confident. Even if the two of them are fighting together, I will never miss."
Then Deadshot saw that the people in Arkham, except for the clay-faced man who cosplayed himself as Robin, were all looking at him indifferently.
"What? What happened to you? What do you mean?"
"I think..."
Poison Ivy said, a vine rose up from the side and was woven into a chair. She first hung Harley Quinn, who was tied into a rice dumpling and whining, and then sat on the chair herself:
"You'd better not interfere."
Deadshot wanted to say something else, but then a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"We've been working together for a while, Floyd."
The ventriloquist stood behind him, the little old man hunched over, but didn't look at him at all.
"I heard that you were born in Gotham, but you spent most of your time outside. You may not understand things here in Gotham. So let us explain it to you."
He said with some cadence:
"Don't get involved in their fights."
His glasses reflected Bane, who was still shaking his fist:
"After all..."
"This is [King vs. King], isn't it?"
Mr. Freeze said, he clicked, and put his stretched arm back to its original shape with force and expression.
"This is all a mess."
Deadshot said: "Did Batman hire us here just to stand by and shout cheers?"
He turned to look at the Cheshire Cat: "Shouldn't we give the bat some remote support?"
The Cheshire Cat hesitated and said: "I think so..."
"You think so too, right, Killer Croc?" Deadshot turned to Killer Crocodile and said: "What the hell are these things, king versus king, too..."
"No."
Killer Crocodile, who seemed to like money, said to Deadshot: "You should let the bat one on one. It would be too disrespectful for outsiders to interfere."
Deadshot was silent.
For the first time, he re-evaluated these teammates who were standing with them so seriously.
He originally thought that a guy who loved money like Killer Croc would agree with what he said, but he was wrong.
Then in an instant, he suddenly realized the essence of these people with a blissful mind.
Under the moonlight, he saw the shadows of the Arkham men being stretched, projecting twisted and creeping beast shadows on the ground.
This is not a group of people, they are clearly a group of beasts.
A group of beasts practicing the law of the jungle in modern society!
So Deadshot realized:
These are indeed a group of lunatics, and he didn't even realize it before. He has been hanging out with this group of people for too long, making money with them, being bribed with them, coerced with them, and watching them being trained with his own eyes.
He always felt that they had lost their mysterious veil and were just ordinary people like himself.
However, he was wrong. The wrong was a bit outrageous.
So he lowered the muzzle of his gun and murmured to himself in a low voice: "You have become the leader of some monsters, Batman."
He whispered to himself: "Fight with the dragon for too long, and you will become a dragon yourself; stare into the abyss for too long, and the abyss will stare back."
He stared at the rapidly flashing black shadow in a low voice: "You terrible evil dragon."
"You evil dragon!"
The righteous warrior Bain roared: "Come out and face me directly, why don't you dare-"
Then his movements stopped for a second.
He saw black mist rising in front of him, and a giant dragon really appeared in front of him.
Its lower body is a mass of black mist, with a few rubber tires faintly emerging from it, and its upper body is green with a ferocious dinosaur's mouth.
The venom tube is connected to the top of his head.
The dinosaur's claws matched with car parts stretched out, and the black mist extended from his back, like outstretched wings.
He heard the deep, hoarse voice say:
"I am here at the call."
So now...the warrior...challenges the dragon!
Wuwuwuwu, thanks to the great evil god on horseback for the reward!