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Chapter 1036 The True King of Vampires!
"Oh!"

Bruce Wayne was slammed hard against the rock wall, shattered pieces of his arm armor embedded in his flesh, and a sharp pain in his back felt like he had been hit by a giant hammer.

The broken ribs were piercing his internal organs, and every breath brought excruciating pain.

He struggled to lift his head, his vision blurred by blood mixed with sweat.

Mordred stood a short distance away, casually flicking the bloodstains of Bruce that stained his knight's sword.

The holy water left several charred marks on her breastplate and arms, wisps of smoke rising from them, causing a persistent stinging pain, but this pain seemed to only make her more ferocious.

"insect."

She uttered two words dismissively, then approached Bruce step by step.

Bruce's fingers groped at his waist and touched a small, cold, hard bottle—the last bottle of concentrated holy water.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the metallic taste in his throat, and his body unleashed its last potential.

Bruce, like a wounded beast, lunged at the approaching Mo without hesitation.

Just as their bodies were about to touch, he unscrewed the bottle cap and splashed the liquid, which exuded a strong sacred aura, hard onto Xiao Mo's face.

"laugh--!"

Holy water was splashed onto Xiao Mo's blond hair and cheeks, instantly causing even thicker black smoke to rise.

Xiao Mo let out a sharp, painful screech, instinctively closing her eyes and turning her head to the side, her movements momentarily slowed.

But this hesitation was fleeting, and the rage fueled by the excruciating pain completely consumed her.

She didn't even wipe the burns from her face; her scarlet pupils snapped open, filled only with destructive killing intent.

"court death!"

The knight's sword slashed down with a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air.

Bruce had already anticipated that the holy water wouldn't be fatal, and the moment it was splashed, he rolled to the side with all his might.

The sword's edge grazed his back, severing a corner of his cloak, and slammed into the rock wall he had just been leaning against, sending shards of rock flying like cannonballs.

Bruce rolled over to a pile of twisted metal pipes, panting heavily, his lungs heaving like bellows.

Looking up, he saw Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow, not far away, who had been blown away by the shockwave of the explosion and whose eyes were still somewhat unfocused.

"Oliver!"

Bruce shouted hoarsely, "Run! Run!!"

As he uttered those words, a resolute look flashed in Bruce's eyes.

He stopped looking at Green Arrow and suddenly pulled a dagger from his boot with his bloodied hand.

Then, using all the strength he had left, ignoring all the pain and the threat of death, he once again fearlessly lunged at Xiao Mo.

"madness!"

A cold, mocking glint flashed in Mordred's eyes.

The knight's sword felt weightless in her hand; she struck first despite being behind, the dark golden sword light drawing an arc in the air.

"clang!"

The mithril dagger was instantly chopped into several pieces, like rotten wood and withered branches.

Mo's free left hand shot out like lightning and gripped Bruce's neck tightly.

The immense force instantly robbed Bruce of his ability to breathe and resist.

"Uh!"

The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him like a cold tide, and his vision was quickly swallowed by darkness.

He tried in vain to scratch at Xiao Mo's arm, but the arm covered in cold armor remained motionless.

“It’s over, Uncle Bruce.”

Mordred's voice was icy cold, devoid of any human emotion, as she stared indifferently at her dying prey, as if it were a lamb to the slaughter.

Her fingers slowly tightened, and Bruce let out a tooth-grinding groan as the purplish-black marks of her pinching spread rapidly.

At this critical moment!
"Boom!!!"

Above the dome of the Bat Cave, a huge ventilation duct cover, loosened by the explosion, was violently smashed open from the inside by a burst of force.

The twisted metal cover crashed to the ground like a cannonball.

A lithe figure descended from the sky with a whooshing sound.

The female fox, enveloped in the swift afterimage of the cheetah, pounced on little Mordred without the slightest hesitation.

Then her arms wrapped around Xiao Mo's left arm joint like a giant python.

Her legs gripped Xiao Mo's waist tightly, and the power of the "Giant Python Constriction" from the ancient beast spirit erupted instantly.

"Uh!"

Caught off guard, Xiao Mo's left arm was forcibly locked by an overwhelming force.

The sudden weight and entanglement threw him off balance, and he stumbled, causing the grip on Bruce to loosen instantly.

Bruce crashed heavily onto the cold, wet ground, coughing violently.

Almost at the same time the female fox launched her attack, a deafening roar of engines came from afar, tearing through the air of the bat cave.

The next second, a blinding beam of headlights pierced through the smoke and dust that filled the entrance.

Nightwing Dick Grayson, riding his signature high-performance motorcycle, ruthlessly smashed through the obstacles piled up at the entrance.

The motorcycle performed a high-speed drift, the tires screeching as they rubbed against the wet ground, and the rear of the motorcycle slammed into little Mordred, who was trying to regain her balance, forcing her to take a half-step back.

Just as the motorcycle drifted and swerved sideways, Nightwing pushed off the footrests with all his might, and his body shot out like an arrow.

Then he lunged at Green Arrow, who had just struggled to his feet.

"catch me!"

Nightwing growled, his arms clamping around Green Arrow's waist like iron clamps.

"Vixen!"

As Nightwing embraced Green Arrow, he roared at the vixen who was fighting with Mordred.

The female fox understood, and the giant python unleashed its constricting power once more, violently throwing Xiao Mo backward.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, she loosened her grip and leaped backward like a cat, simultaneously scooping up the dazed Bruce from the ground and hoisting his heavy body onto her shoulder.

"go!"

The female fox let out a low growl, hoisted Bruce onto her shoulder, and turned to sprint toward the entrance that Nightwing had smashed open.

Nightwing followed closely behind, carrying the injured Green Arrow.

"Want to run?!"

Mordred steadied himself and roared angrily.

She raised her knight's sword, and violent magic gathered at the tip, ready to unleash a devastating strike.

"Boom! Boom! Rumble—!!!"

Just then, the reactor deep inside the bat cave exploded.

An even more powerful shockwave, carrying flames and metal fragments, swept in from the deepest part of the cave like a tsunami.

The violent tremor made Xiao Mo unsteady on her feet, and the magic she was gathering was forcibly interrupted.

She had to temporarily abandon the pursuit and erect a dark golden magical shield to block the surging explosive flames and shockwaves.

Scorching heatwaves and flying debris chased after the fleeing figures.

The moment Bruce was rescued by the vixen, he activated the self-destruct program of the Batcave.

The vixen carried Bruce, and Nightwing held Green Arrow, pushing their speed to the limit as they desperately weaved through collapsing boulders and twisted metal beams.

The light from the cave entrance was right in front of them, but the shockwave from the explosion and the collapse behind them were like a gaping maw ready to devour them.

"Jump!"

The female fox, carrying Bruce, was the first to rush out of the bat cave entrance.

Outside was a cold night rain and a steep cliff, but without hesitation, she jumped off.

Nightwing followed closely behind, carrying Green Arrow, and leaped into the boundless darkness below the cliff, following Vixen's figure.

Behind them, accompanied by a deafening roar and towering flames, the entire mountain where the Bat Cave was located collapsed and sank as if it had been smashed by a giant's punch.

Thick smoke and flames engulfed everything.

The shockwave from the self-destruction of the Batcave tore apart the rocky dome, and flames accompanied by thick smoke shot straight into the sky.

A few minutes later.

At the edge of the ruins, several figures slowly rose amidst the smoke and firelight.

Little Mordred brushed the dust off his clothes, completely unharmed.

Star-Lord twisted his neck; the ruptured wound on his chest was healing rapidly.

Hal Jordan, the vampire, had a grim expression. He glanced at the fleeing group and then looked at Clark, who was still unconscious on the ground.

On the outskirts of Gotham City, an abandoned air defense command post has been converted into a temporary safe house.

The heavy lead door shut out the outside world.

Nightwing Dick Grayson's bruises and abrasions had been given basic treatment. Standing in the safe house, he looked at everyone with a complicated expression.

The female fox, McBee, leaned against the corner of the wall, her bronze skin appearing somewhat dull under the pale emergency light.

Alfred Pennyworth meticulously treated the wound on Bruce Wayne's back that had been torn open by the shockwave of the explosion.

Afu dodged the explosion and escaped safely to reunite with the others.

Bruce was shirtless, his muscles taut, dried blood still clinging to the corners of his mouth, his mask long gone, revealing a weary face.

Outside the heavy lead door, a rhythmic knocking sound suddenly came—three long knocks and two short knocks, repeated twice.

The room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone instantly pointed their weapons at the door, their muscles tense.

Alfred looked at Bruce, who paused for a moment and nodded slightly.

Afu walked to the heavy monitor by the door and entered a complex password.

The screen displays a view of the corridor outside the lead door.

Under the lights, three people stood. Star-Lord stood on the outside, arms outstretched, indicating that he posed no threat: "Bruce, guys, listen, we're not here to fight, we just want to talk."

Hal Jordan, the vampire, stood to his side and slightly behind, green energy flickering faintly at his fingertips.

Little Mordred stood at the back, clutching her knight's sword.

The female fox was somewhat shocked to see the three people chasing after her.

These guys caught up so quickly?!

"Bruce, open the door!"

Star-Lord's voice was seductive, "Put down your weapons, let's sit down and talk. You can't win. Join us, and Gotham, the whole world, will have true peace. Think about it, no crime, no chaos—isn't that what you've always wanted? Why lead everyone to destruction?"

The safe house was deathly silent, with only Bruce's heavy breathing clearly audible.

"Let them in."

Bruce said in a hoarse voice, gesturing for Afu to let the group in.

Afu silently entered the unlock command.

The heavy lead door slid open slowly inwards with a screeching metallic scraping sound.

Star-Lord wore a relieved smile and was the first to step into the safe house.

Hal followed closely behind, his wary gaze sweeping across every corner of the room before finally settling on Bruce.

Mordred, carrying her sword, was the last to step in. A powerful magical pressure instantly enveloped the entire space, making the air thick and sticky.

"now it's right!"

Star-Lord spread his hands, trying to create a relaxed atmosphere. "See, we're very sincere. We really don't want anyone else to bleed!"

"Bruce, what's your decision?"

Hal asked directly, "This is your last chance."

Bruce struggled to his feet and refused Alfred's offer of help.

His bare upper body was covered in wounds, and the excruciating pain from broken ribs made him somewhat hunched over, but his eyes remained unwavering.

“I will never surrender, and you know that you and the guys behind you can never succeed. As soon as the Godfather returns, you will be utterly defeated.”

"You are all members of the Patrick family, of noble blood, far superior to vampires!"

"Shut up! You're so stubborn!"

Mordred's patience ran out instantly, and he became furious.

Her knight's sword, devoid of any fancy moves, slashed straight down at Bruce's head.

"Then let it be destroyed!"

The battle breaks out instantly!

The female fox let out a low growl and transformed into a blur as she pounced on Star-Lord.

Nightwing's Cali Rod crackled with electricity as it charged toward the vampire Hal.

The safe house instantly turned into a chaotic battlefield.

The roar of colliding energy, the crisp sound of metal clashing, and the angry howls intertwined.

Bruce endured the excruciating pain and dodged the frenzied sword strikes from Xiao Mo.

He used the complex storage of supplies in the safe house as cover, but Xiao Mo's strength and speed were too terrifying.

The knight's sword easily tore through the metal cabinet, and the sword energy plowed deep furrows in the ground and walls.

Bruce dodged a slashing blow with a daring roll, then suddenly splashed a metal water bottle he had prepared onto the pursuing Morton.

"laugh!"

Holy water was splashed onto Xiao Mo's breastplate and arms, emitting a pungent blue smoke.

Xiao Mo let out a shriek mixed with pain and anger, and his movements visibly froze.

The holy water worked on her, but it was far from fatal.

Her skin sizzled as the holy water corroded it, but unlike ordinary vampires, it did not dissolve and fester. The powerful magic of King Arthur's bloodline and the dark power of the vampire combined to create an astonishing resistance.

"insect!"

Enraged, Xiao Mo swung his sword backhand and struck Bruce's gauntlet hard as he parried.

"Crack!"

With his arm armor shattered, Bruce slammed heavily onto the stacks of ammunition boxes behind him.

The box collapsed instantly, burying him halfway inside.

Mordred quickly moved in front of Bruce, ready to swing her sword and finish him off.

Bruce was coughing violently amidst the rubble of ammunition boxes, his vision blurring intermittently.

Before Mordred could attack, his fingers swiftly pressed a tiny, inconspicuous button hidden inside his belt.

"Boom!!!"

The safety roof and all the recessed lighting fixtures around the walls suddenly burst forth with a powerful light, as intense as the midday sun.

This intense light is not ordinary light; it is a specially modulated high-intensity ultraviolet fluorescent lamp that simulates the midday sun's spectrum.

The entire safe house was instantly engulfed by a blinding white-purple light.

"Uh!"

Mordred Jr. and Star-Lord were the first to react.

Thick black smoke and a foul stench instantly rose from the areas on Xiao Mo's body that had been corroded by the holy water, and pain quickly spread throughout her body.

"fluorescent lamp?!"

Hal Jordan let out a roar of shock and rage.

Although he was a little further away from the light source, he was still exposed to strong ultraviolet rays, his skin hissed and emitted wisps of smoke.

But he reacted extremely quickly, raising his right hand abruptly the instant the sunlight hit.

A thin energy shield instantly opened, enveloping him.

"Hahahaha!"

Hal, shielded by his shield, looked at Bruce, who lay on the ground panting heavily, seemingly exhausted, and let out a twisted, malicious laugh: "Bruce, this is your last trump card?! A laughable fluorescent light?! You think this can deal with us?! You're too naive!"

But the next second, Hal's maniacal laughter came to an abrupt halt.

A silent, ghostly figure appeared behind him without him even noticing.

It's the butler, Alfred Pennyworth!

Afu's face was expressionless, and in his hand he held a hand axe that gleamed with a cold light.

The axe blade shimmered with an unusual luster under the bright light—marks left from being soaked in holy water and repeatedly sharpened with silver powder.

Afu acted without hesitation, raising his axe and bringing it down.

"Pfft!!!"

A dull thud rang out as flesh and bone were brutally severed.

Hal Jordan's remaining left arm, along with the hand he raised to maintain his shield, was severed at the shoulder by the Silver Hand Axe.

"Uh...ah!!!"

Hal's maniacal laughter turned into a heart-wrenching scream.

Filthy, dark red blood gushed out from the severed arm like a fountain.

The shield he maintained collapsed instantly, and intense ultraviolet rays shone on him without any shielding.

The green light ring, which he wore on the ring finger of his left hand and flew out along with his severed arm, traced an arc in the bright light before falling with a clatter to the cold ground in the distance, where its light went out completely.

Hal collapsed to the ground, as if all his bones had been removed.

"This is my trump card."

Bruce glanced at Alfred and said in a low voice.

Inside the safe house, the blinding white-purple light still lingered.

Star-Lord and Morpheus collapsed to their knees in the bright light, unable to stand.

Hal's screams gradually faded.

The group stared blankly at Hal, Star-Lord, and Mordred lying on the ground.

Bruce took care of these three guys just like that?
The female fox was the first to react, and with all her might, she pounced on Xiao Mo and pinned her down.

Enraged, Little Morton tried to struggle, but Green Arrow rushed over and used all his strength to pin her hands down.

Nightwing rushed over and pinned Star-Lord to the ground.

Amid the chaos, Bruce's communicator suddenly rang sharply.

Bruce struggled to raise his wrist to answer the call.

Barbara Gordon's voice came through the communicator, punctuated by static:
"Batman, we've been tricked. The clues in Gotham are fabricated. The Joker isn't the King of Vampires; he's dead. Someone is deliberately pointing the finger at Gotham and the Joker. He knows all our investigative methods, he's familiar with the Batcave, and he even knows our internal communication methods!"

"Batman, the King of Vampires, he could very well be among us, someone we know."

Barbara investigates clues about the Vampire King. Bruce previously suspected that the Joker was the mastermind behind the vampires, but unexpectedly, the Joker is dead!
Bruce's body stiffened abruptly.

The King of Vampires... is right among us.

Bruce slowly raised his face, which was covered in blood and dust.

The shock and pain on his face receded quickly like a receding tide, replaced by coldness.

Bruce slowly turned off the communicator, suppressing his expression so that no one would notice anything unusual about him.

"what happened?"

Green Arrow asked Bruce with concern.

“It’s nothing, Barbara said she’s run into some trouble outside.”

As Bruce spoke, his gaze slowly swept over each figure in the safe house—Vixen, Nightwing, Green Arrow, Alfred wielding a bloodstained axe…

(End of this chapter)