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Chapter 981 Battle for the High Tower (Fifteen)
🕑 Added 2024-02-13 00:24:47 +0000 UTCIn DC World With Marvel Chat Group : Table of Content/Chapter List
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"Fairness? Justice?" The voice of the overseer echoed from beneath the mound of earth, laden with sarcasm and mockery. "Humans! Cunning humans! You must have used some kind of magic to conjure these ores, you're cheating!"
"These ores were mined through the collective effort of everyone, not just me," Batman retorted. "They know every piece of ore here, can call them by name; this is the result of their labor."
"How dare you talk back to the great Jacob!" A junior overseer behind the overseer stepped forward, pointing at Batman. "Jacob will throw you into the magma for this!"
"That's all you're capable of." Batman said coldly. "Threatening to throw anyone, including those Imps, into the magma."
But it seemed like treading on Jacob's toes, as he screamed in anger, "Capture him! Capture him! I'll whip him to death! I'll tear him apart!"
With a disdainful snort, Batman dodged the whip that lashed out at him, then began leading the group of overseers in circles within the mine.
Batman's days of work hadn't been in vain; he remembered every protrusion on the walls, planning countless routes in his mind. When he ran, his cape fluttered, his movements agile, like a true bat, darting over the Demon Overhead without anyone being able to lay a hand on him.
Human bodies might not be as robust as Demons, but they had an advantage in flexibility and coordination. Batman's physical prowess ranked among the top even among humans, exploiting their advantages to the fullest. Jumping from one platform to another, he swiftly maneuvered, capturing the protrusions on the rock layers, leaping over another pursuer's head with a whip kick in mid-air, knocking down another Demon.
Seeing his minions unable to gain the upper hand, Jacob decided to step in himself, wielding his whip with grandeur. However, the space within the mine was vast, and the length of the whip limited. Before he could lash out, Batman had already moved to the other side.
Furious and desperate, Jacob yelled at the surrounding Demons, "What are you all standing around for?!! Capture that human!!!"
The Demons standing by looked at each other, instinctively inclined to obey the command. Yet, on one hand, these slaves were inferior to the overseers in size and strength, and many Demons could only rely on their sense of smell, with extremely blurry vision, unable to see clearly, so for a moment, they didn't know what to do.
On the other hand, Batman had just saved them. Most Demons might not understand the concept of returning kindness, but they weren't stupid. If they caught Batman now, who would be willing to do such tasks next time?
If nobody could, wouldn't they eventually be thrown into the magma? Whether they died early or late, they still wanted to delay their deaths.
Seeing these Demons, who had never dared to defy him, not obeying his orders, Jacob became even more frantic. Although he couldn't reach Batman with his whip, he could strike nearby Trolls and Tritons.
With a whip, nearby Demons suffered greatly. The peculiar power attached to the whip struck the back of the tall Troll, causing him to stumble and fall with a cry.
Jacob attacked the nearby Demons like a madman, and all the Demons fled in panic. However, the larger Demons ran too slowly, and under the whip, flesh and blood flew. In an instant, all the Demons were howling in pain.
An elderly Triton, looking feeble, tried to hide behind a nearby mound of dirt. Unlike other Tritons, his scales had more colors, and under the worn-out miner's uniform, there were mysterious tattoos.
But at this moment, everyone was busy evacuating, and nobody could attend to him. He heard a loud sound, and the whip, shining with green light, was already before him. The elderly Triton closed his eyes in despair.
"Snap!! Bang!"
The anticipated pain didn't come. A dark figure passed before him and crashed heavily onto the ground. A huge wound appeared on Batman's back, stretching from the right ear to the left buttock, almost splitting his back in two.
Blood gushed out instantly. He struggled on the ground, but couldn't get up at all, only lying there futilely gasping for breath.
Finding that he had finally brought down this detestable bat, Jacob retrieved his whip, panting, and walked up to Batman, emitting two wicked laughs before saying:
"Damn human! Your weak body is your eternal curse! You can never hope to contend with Demons, thinking of escaping my grasp? Dream on!"
"Hahaha! You want to be a hero here, talk about justice and fairness? Do you see where this is? This is hell!!"
Batman lay motionless on the ground, as if breathing had exhausted all his strength. Jacob placed the whip in his hand, stretched it out, and then said, "Remember what I just said? I'll whip you to death! Tear you apart! And then throw you into the lava!!"
With that, he swung the whip again, the rapidly moving whip stirring the airflow in the air, then like a sword, it lashed towards Batman, who seemed to have no strength left to escape.
But just as the whip's airflow approached Batman, a dizzying scream came from the side. With a "bang," the whip flew out of Jacob's hand. The elderly Triton swiftly swung his serpent tail, darting out from the side, and grabbed Batman's waist, pulling him to the side of the mound.
"Damn it!!!" Jacob, staggering twice, suddenly reacted and looked towards the Triton, no longer concerned about the whip nearby, but charging directly towards him.
The elderly Triton seemed unable to resist, only able to raise his arms in a defensive posture. But at this moment, a young Triton shouted, "Protect the elder!!!"
Instantly, all the Tritons moved, using their massive tails to strike at Jacob.
The Triton's tails were powerful and agile. One of the tails nearest to him directly tripped the strong Demon overseer, causing him to fall to the ground.
At this moment, the elderly Triton stretched out a hand and said, "Kill him! Otherwise, it will be us who die!"
All the Tritons screamed in unison, picking up stones and hurling them at Jacob. Other species of Demons on the field didn't understand what was happening yet, but the elderly Triton said:
"Riot has broken out in the mine. If it's investigated from above, no one can escape. We must kill all the overseers to resist the army!"
He made it clear. The majority of Demons finally came around.
Jacob was under attack by the Triton clan in the mine. But if he reported up, he would only say that the entire mine had erupted into a riot. After all, from what he had said earlier, it was clear he had long been dissatisfied with the central mine and eager to clear out all the slaves here.
So, he must be killed, along with all the overseers, to buy time. Otherwise, now, the elite army under General Putrescent's command would charge in, and these ordinary Demons from the depths of hell wouldn't stand a chance.
When faced with the choice of life or death, intelligent beings wouldn't choose anything else. They would rack their brains to survive and let their opponents perish.
And when it came to making choices, Demons were more straightforward than humans because hell itself was a world of survival of the fittest. Although you might have been strong once, if you became weak, you would also be devoured.
The next moment, Trolls raised their fists, shadow monsters lifted their tentacles, and even Imps picked up stones.
In the entire large mine, excluding Imps, there were hundreds of Demons. Even the Trolls, larger than Jacob, numbered over twenty. With each delivering a blow, Jacob didn't last two minutes before turning into pulp.
At this point, Batman struggled to get up from the ground, barely having the strength to stand. He could only sit there, looking up at the elderly Triton swimming over with his tail.
This was originally his plan. During the mining process just now, he had noticed that this elderly Triton had almost no mining ability; he was too old. Yet, he could survive in the mine, which proved that someone was looking after him.
After observing for a while, Batman also noticed that this elderly Triton seemed to hold a very special position within their tribe. Younger Tritons would help him transport ore.
Batman knew that in hell, there was no concept of respecting the elderly or nurturing the young. It was all about survival of the fittest. If you lost your ability to work, you could only wait to die. No one would put in extra effort to nurture others unless they could bring additional benefits.
Batman noticed the unique patterns and tattoos on the elderly Triton's body, different from other Tritons. Therefore, Batman concluded that he was probably the leader of the Triton clan in the mine.
So, Batman devised this plan to incite chaos in the mine and force the Demons to kill the overseers.
Once the overseers were killed, there would be no turning back for them.
Batman sat there, thinking, uniting only the shadow monster clan? No, that was too simple. There was so much more he could and wanted to do. And the first step was to establish dominance.
Batman staggered to his feet, walked to Jacob's corpse, but didn't even glance at him. Instead, he picked up the whip lying next to him.
Returning to the side of the elderly Triton, Batman handed him the whip and extended his shackled hands, looking at him.
The Triton elder's face showed a somewhat sorrowful expression, but then he looked at Batman with his wise, green vertical pupils. When their eyes met, the Triton elder picked up the whip and circled around the shackles.
With a strong pull forward, the whip flashed green, and the shackles broke. Batman, holding the whip, jumped back onto the highest mound in the center of the mine.
Looking down, Batman saw a yearning in the eyes of all the Demons.
At this moment, he understood that his plan had succeeded.
But he didn't feel proud of it because there was a greater mission waiting for him to complete. This was just one of the mines in the central mine, and from top to bottom, there were over sixty mines.
With his shackled hands, Batman raised the whip and proclaimed loudly:
"Fairness, justice, and... freedom!"
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