Arkham Asylum sounds like a treatment place. It is not the case. This building, located in Gotham's worst slum, was once the place where the Gotham City government held dangerous mentally ill criminals.
After Gotham's economic turmoil more than a decade ago, many abnormal criminals emerged in the city. Most of them had signs of schizophrenia and were difficult to be convicted by law. However, the police could not put them back to society. As a result, the Arkham Asylum became the place for these scums.
Bruce's father, Thomas Wayne, was once a very famous surgeon in Gotham. He occasionally went to the Arkham Asylum to provide psychological counseling for criminals, and his wife Martha Wayne, was Thomas' best assistant.
They would often come to work at the Arkham Asylum until they were killed.
In short, the dilapidated, burned and collapsed building in front of Merlin was definitely a place of sensory complexity for his good friend Bruce.
For Merlin, the dilapidated building in front of him is also a complex place.
He didn't spend much time, and found a tunnel leading to the underground in the ruins of the Arkham Asylum. Judging from the traces left around the tunnel, the tunnel may have existed before the establishment of the Arkham Asylum.
In other words, the city government decided to build this crazy asylum, perhaps to cover up some secrets that have lived in the darkness of Gotham City.
"It must be related to the Owl Court."
Merlin walked silently in the hovering tunnel leading to the underground. Without using spiritual sight, he could feel the cold aura attached to the tunnel in front of him, just like a haunted underground fortress. In the darkness, such a place would always be discouraged.
On the stone walls on both sides of the downward tunnel, the exquisite and gloomy owl sculptures seem to prove Merlin's guess.
"Dick, how are you there?"
Merlin had a communicator in his ears, and he asked while walking downwards.
"Call me Grayson, thank you."
In the night, the first generation of Robin Greyson, wearing his own blue combat uniform, looked at the quiet neighborhood around Arkham Asylum, inserted his weapon around his waist and responded softly:
“It’s quiet and there doesn’t look like anyone else.”
"Where are those two boys?"
Merlin asked again:
"Are they still honest?"
"fine."
Grayson looked around and he replied:
"I separate them in two areas, and as long as they don't meet, they can complete the monitoring task well."
"Yeah, be wary."
Merlin said:
"The attack from that elusive owl court will come at any time."
"Um."
Grayson responded, and Merlin hung up the communication and continued to move underground.
The tunnel in front of me was beyond imagination. In Merlin's senses, he seemed to have arrived at a location nearly a hundred meters underground, and the temperature around him dropped more and more violently, just like a natural cold cellar.
"If it's purely for confidentiality, there's no need to dig so deep."
Meilin touched the cold rock sculpture at hand. He looked at the stone door at the end of the tunnel and said:
"This is either a refuge or it is to store something. Well, something that cannot be stored at room temperature."
His fingers were held on the hilt of the silver sword behind him, and his other hand was hanging down beside him. Facing an unknown secret organization that had been hiding for more than 200 years, necessary vigilance was the right thing to do.
Under the appearance of the city of Gotham, there is a strange atmosphere everywhere, and this is not a normal city at all.
"I don't know how Bruce survived."
Merlin hid in the shadows, and he rushed into the tunnel in front of him. There was no light source at all at a hundred meters underground, but the darkness could not block his sight. Around the silent hall in front of him, Merlin saw the owl sculptures placed like works of art, each of which was different in shape.
And compared with normal owls, the sculptures around Merlin look evil and full of a strange feeling in the darkness.
"My badge is shaking, there is magic around here."
As he stepped out of the hall, the wolf-head pendant hanging around Merlin's neck vibrated strangely. The pendant left by the white wolf was warning his new owner that there were dangers related to magic nearby.
"It's interesting."
Merlin pulled out the silver sword Vlad behind him, and stood there, looking around.
Although he was in hiding, his arrival seemed to have touched an invisible magic switch. Just now, the owl stone statues' closed eyes opened at this moment.
At this moment, the strange temperament of those vivid stone sculptures became even stronger. If an ordinary person saw these sneaky owl stone statues in the dark, he would definitely be scared crazy on the spot.
"A means of pretending to be a god and being unable to get on the table."
Merlin reached out and lit it on the sapphire pendant on his chest. Carol's falling breathing mask quickly covered his face. There was no problem with the air in the tunnel. But Merlin seriously suspected that the air here must contain some kind of neurotoxin. Combined with the surrounding owl stone sculptures that can scare people, it will definitely make the invaders frighten.
"Swish swish swish swish swish swish"
The moment 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 around Merlin like the most intelligent ninja.
They all looked like ordinary people, but their armor was strange.
The ancient and exquisite armors were full of patterns and carvings related to owls, and the heads of these eight attackers were also covered with full-covered helmets that looked like owls. Their hand armor looked like metal, and the finger cones of those hand armor were more like sharp pointed cones. They could tear the ordinary people open their stomachs with just a light grab.
Under the black lenses of the owl helmet, even the gaze of these warriors was as gloomy as the air around them.
In the vision of spiritual vision, the life activities of these warriors are very strange. Merlin could feel the vitality in their bodies, but the vitality was not as active as normal people. Instead, he felt a sense of stagnation like ice water.
Their movements were also very strange, and they did not feel the "soft" feeling when ordinary people acted. On the contrary, they were like puppets, and like robots manipulated by some kind of program, pulling out the sword behind them in a slightly stiff posture.
But judging from their posture of holding the knife, these guys should be all warriors who are good at fighting.
"Swish"
The silver sword in Merlin's hand was placed horizontally in front of him. He looked at the cold and strange owl warriors around him. He stretched out his left hand and hooked them.
It's like a provocation.
The next moment, eight warriors in the dark rushed towards Merlin at the same time. At this moment, the weapons they waved blocked all the dodging spaces in Merlin from all directions, as if they were going to completely kill the invaders in the first wave of attack.
Faced with the sharp blades that were chopped, Merlin shook his head.
He met without dodging, and the silver sword in his hand buzzed. As the magic power injected, the black mist wrapped around the sword blade made the sharp blade of the silver sword become hot.
Sword dance!
As soon as Meilin made a move, he took out the most advanced sword technique he had mastered. As his wrist flipped, the silver sword danced around his body and turned into a dangerous windmill. The sound of weapons colliding was like a happy blacksmith smacking the iron.
Three swords cut into Merlin's body from behind, but the light and light touch that seemed to be cut into the air meant that these owl warriors did not hurt Merlin at all.
On the other hand, when Merlin's first wave of sword dance was eliminated, the four warriors in front of him were covered in bruises, and the two unlucky guys were even cut off their heads on the spot by Jian Wu, who had an astonishing attack speed.
They should have died just like that.
No matter how tough a warrior is, his head is cut off, it means death.
But not!
As Merlin looked slightly surprised, the two headless corpses swayed on the ground, like headless knights in the horror story, staggered up and groped their heads around them. After finding their heads, they rudely put their heads on their necks, as if they had completed regeneration.
Hell! Those two guys' heads are not theirs at all, they put each other's heads in the opposite direction.
But even so, they still recovered the same action as before in the next moment.
Merlin also noticed that the wounds of these warriors were bleeding at all, and instead they were a kind of thing similar to black quicksand.
"It turned out to be an alienated undead."
Merlin let the warriors around him wave their swords and slash his body wildly. He put away the silver sword without caring about it. After knowing the true identity of these warriors, he realized that the sharp blade slashing was meaningless to these undead who had long died.
He finally understood why the Owl Court dug out such a huge underground palace a hundred meters underground.
They obviously want to better preserve these undead minions with powerful force. You must know that even if the corpse is carefully processed, it will soon rot at room temperature. The rotten flesh and blood will quickly reduce the flexibility of the undead.
"Try this."
Merlin took out two bottles of milky white crystal bottles from his pocket with both hands. His face was full of malicious intentions and smashed the crystal bottle to the ground. With the sound of the crystal bottle breaking, the milky white liquid splashed in the darkness. The scattered liquid sprinkled on the body of the surrounding owl warriors, and began to burn wildly like the fastest tincture oil.
The Holy Water of Flame, Merlin's nominal mentor, White Wolf, used in the Middle Ages to deal with the undead.
In the burning of those scorching flames with magic, these undead warriors were like dry firewood thrown into the fire. They burned too fast. In an instant, the negative energy in their bodies was ignited by the extremely positive energy holy water and began to burn from the inside.
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 be resurrected. In addition, these warriors have used special methods to preserve their martial arts during their lifetime, which makes their combat power stronger.
But unfortunately, what they encountered this time was a demon hunter who specialized in killing demons and was not afraid of physical attacks.
"I like to see you burn."
Merlin stood in the burning flame, and the sparks caused by the ignition of negative energy did not look like ordinary flames, but were like beating fireworks, with a gorgeous feeling.
"Dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth."
He took a step forward, and with his fingers hooked, the sword that fell on the ground was held in Merlin's hand. He shook his hand and nailed an owl warrior who was rolling on the ground and trying to extinguish the flames to the ground, like a steel stolen stolen frame.
"The dead, go back to your grave."
Merlin recited a messy prayer and nailed the eight warriors on the ground into the darkness one by one. The boiling silver-white flames illuminated the gloomy hall.
After a moment, the silver-white flames dissipated little by little, and the dead who had violated the laws of nature seemed to be relieved. Merlin vaguely heard the faint thanks from the air.
He walked to the swords, squatted down, and searched through the wreckage of the ashes left by the warriors.
A few seconds later, Merlin twisted a small piece of weird metal from the ashes in front of her with her black gloves.
This thing is only the size of a finger and has a soft texture, just like sterling silver. It can change the shape by a slight pinch. Because of the burning, the metal surface is covered with a layer of black gray, but this cannot conceal the strange properties of the metal.
Merlin could feel that the metal implanted into the bodies of those warriors contained a strange vitality. It was these metals that injected cursed vitality into the dead, allowing them to maintain a clear sense of combat and a small amount of reason after death, so that these carefully kept corpses could produce exquisite and dangerous cooperation.
"What's this?"
Merlin was curiously playing with the metal in his hand, and he said:
“It looks very precious”
He turned around and looked at the seven piles of ashes behind him. After a moment, eight pieces of metal were held in the palm of his hand by Merlin. As his fingers curled up, the eight pieces of metal were quickly pinched into a whole piece.
And the stagnant life energy contained in it is also merged together without any hindrance.
"interesting."
Merlin put the metal into his magic pocket, and he crossed the edge of the hall, ready to continue searching inside, and at this moment, in the communicator, Damien's voice also sounded.
"Merlin, we were attacked, and there were groups of 'claws' attacking us. We can't kill them, are there any suggestions?"
"Use fire."
Merlin replied:
"Or bombs, violently burning flames can limit them, but they are threatening before being burned to ashes, so don't show mercy."
"Also, after they are killed, they will leave some cursed metal. You can collect it, but don't move it. There is a curse attached to it. Only a wizard like me can relieve it."
Chapter completed!