Bat Fight Simulator

However, Night Owl also knew that although he was in the upper hand now, once the Laughing Bat digested Barbatos' power, they would be completely at a disadvantage.

"Ready." This voice was not as loud as before, like the most ordinary inquiry, and was covered by the constant noise on this battlefield, but Messiah still heard it.

He nodded seriously, and then heard Thomas snort and laugh. He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the chest of the laughing man. Obviously, the special weapon had made a series of hideous cracks in the dark place.

But the damage was slowly repaired again. It was at this time that Night Owl let go of his hand and threw the player who had finally recovered a little strength directly into the cracks that began to glow red.

Ah?

Ah!!!

"I will die!"

Messiah shouted angrily like a groundhog. Didn't Thomas really dislike him for a long time and then commit a murder!

However, Night Owl didn't care about the player he threw down, but continued to fight with Crazy Laughter. The destructive effect of this gun was still considerable when facing Crazy Laughter now, but the amount of bullets that could be used was very limited. At the current consumption level, it would be used up if it was delayed for a while.

"Are you still considerate enough to send me takeout? I will tear him apart with my own hands, in front of you." Crazy Laughter did not succeed in stopping Night Owl's actions. He looked at the man in front of him with a slightly restrained smile.

"Just to see how far he can go."

Of course, Thomas would not really rely on another person, but he could still afford to delay for a while.

"But I knew you would make this choice and send the player who really holds the x-metal into my core. Before that, you took him through the deepest part of the dream. I saw this simple layout clearly."

"If you count on that Tim, that's really... ridiculous. Do you really think that if you hide his existence, I won't notice him?" Kuangxiao looked at the tiny owl in front of him with a joking look. His figure was constantly expanding, and his power was getting stronger and stronger. He could control more and more.

The voice of ridicule was still coming out. Now he was facing a loser who had no use for any means.

There were small sounds around him, and green figures began to appear. They were the dogs in Kuangxiao's hands, the twisted Robins. Kuangxiao got what he wanted by provoking them. He wanted to tear off the wings of the owl first, and he wanted to kill the two ridiculous counterfeits in front of the other party.

But he kept moving forward, and the head of the Robin dog of the closest Night Owl was exploded. The two experienced people could tell at a glance that it was the masterpiece of the sniper.

"What a disgusting thing." The Arkham Knight, also wearing a high-tech armor with electronic light, frowned as he looked at those distorted beings in various senses. Although it made people feel uncomfortable, he still shot them one by one when he attacked. He occupied a good enough position.

Of course, the Arkham Knight did not appear alone. Beside him was the Tyrant who had drawn his samurai sword and set his eyes on the laughing man, and Jonathan Kent who had been looking down from the sky. Clark and Diana went to support the front battlefield. The most difficult thing was still the destroyer targeting Superman, but no matter how capable that guy was, he could not deal with three Supermen at the same time.

"There are new guests. Oh, isn't this my little gift? A gift for my beloved little son."

Jonathan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, but he still controlled his emotions. He looked down at the figure of his partner who broke into the battle circle below, and directly rushed down. Back to back with Damian, he first cleaned up the seemingly endless Robin dogs around.

Arkham Knight knew that guns had limited effect on the current laughter. As for their appearance here, it was certainly not because they were in tune with the players and could send out skills such as dying summons.

After understanding that players could not only focus on the character cards in their hands, but also on the character cards before this, it can only be said that Night Owl had calculated it clearly, hanging a carrot in front of several people, so they could only jump to the most dangerous area, just like the players thrown into the core of the laughter.

Timothy was responsible for providing intelligence. Night Owl did not contact them directly, but used a more covert method to force them to come over. It can only be said that these two scourges came together. Arkham Knight wanted to solve them together first, but one was the Messiah's character card, and the other was now a more dangerous enemy. Fighting in the nest was just seeking death.

Jason could only swallow his anger, but the firepower when he shot to cover his teammates was also more fierce.

"You know, you're much easier to deal with than Barbatos to me." Night Owl looked at the enemy in front of him and couldn't help laughing. How much did they use each other to achieve their goals?

Is it difficult to deal with a smarter, stronger, and more familiar enemy? However, while the difficulty increases, it also makes it easier to defeat Crazy Laugh.

The battlefield outside was full of swords and shadows, and Messiah's situation inside was very sad. He was thrown down by Night Owl, and he didn't know where he was and couldn't see anything.

But fortunately, the system can still be used. He can follow the arrows on the small map, and he was not blinded by Night Owl. It all depends on the system interface, otherwise Messiah would have stabbed Thomas in the heart.

"Ah, it's so dark, isn't there nothing here?"

"But the dream you walked through before is several times more dangerous." Timothy spoke from the inside, but he was just reminding, leaving Messiah to do what he wanted.

Go forward, take another step forward, and suddenly, the darkness in front of Messiah faded, turning into the familiar Gotham, with the patter of rain scaring the heavy rain.

And Batman standing in the rain in silence.

Tired, who of the three of you predicted whose prediction? You are all difficult to deal with, and the author's brain cells are almost dead.