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In an instant, flames spread and filled the entire kitchen, like a thousand horses galloping through a confined space. The intense heatwave swept away everything in the room, and the entire kitchen collapsed in an instant, engulfing everything, including the demon spirit, in the flames.

Batman was also blasted away by the shockwave, flying out of the building through the cracked wall and falling towards the street below.

Fortunately, his bulletproof suit withstood the main damage, and a black parachute deployed in an emergency during his fall. After being slowed down by the wind, he barely managed to land on the roof of a car parked on the side of the street, smashing the roof and shattering the windows with a loud crash.

Well, his current landing gear is just a parachute; he doesn't yet have the high-tech cloak-like hang glider that he'll have later.

Screams erupted from the surrounding pedestrians, who scattered and stared in astonishment at the strange bat-like figure that had suddenly plummeted from the sky.

Batman took two seconds to regain his balance, then rolled off the roof of the car onto the rubble-strewn ground. He got up, leaning on the mangled car, and gasped for breath.

He realized something was wrong when he heard the surrounding passersby scream again.

Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw that the demon spirit had spread its wings and flown out of the sea of ​​fire from the explosion, fluttering its wings and landing in front of him. It seemed that neither the impact of the explosion nor the fire had caused any damage to its indestructible black body.

"You're a bit different. A human warrior?" The demon sneered as it approached. "You have skills and ideas, but you're still just a weak human."

And I am a demon spirit serving that great one! I will not be subjugated by ants.

Um? "

It seemed to be some kind of mysterious sixth sense, a premonition similar to what people often call "a chill down your spine," that made the demon sense a dangerous aura.

Following its instinctive sense of danger, it turned its head and immediately spotted a figure standing out in the fleeing crowd, dressed entirely in black like an assassin.

The man had a strange mechanical device attached to his right arm, which he calmly raised, the dark muzzle of which was pointed at the direction of the demon spirit.

Mo Ling immediately recognized it as one of those "guns" made by modern humans.

It had seen humans use similar weapons, but those things were laughably weak in front of a being like a demon spirit, not even worth scratching.

So the demon was delighted.

Who are you trying to scare with this toy?

Humans are so tiny and ridiculous.

Just as it was thinking about twisting off the arm of this arrogant human and watching him wail in fear.

"Specium energy replenished." The energy cannon gave a notification.

Shen You pulled the trigger.

The next moment, the demon saw a dazzling light that seemed to exist only in a dream.

The azure light, like a torrent of water, surged forth, and the resulting recoil caused Shen You to slide back half a step.

The demon's eyes widened in disbelief as the beam of light rushed towards him, a question flashing through his dazed mind.

Perhaps it's because I haven't logged in for too long and I'm out of touch with the latest version.

Are humans really this terrifying now?

I'm just a lowly demon spirit, what grudge could I possibly have against you?

As for?

A stream of azure light swept across, crushing the demon spirit into dust with overwhelming force, and even the seemingly eternal night of Gotham was briefly illuminated.

Like sunlight piercing through the darkness.

Chapter 6 is not about whether it's strong or not.

Gotham suburbs, deep underground, 2 a.m.

Batman watched the interview on the huge monitor and frowned slightly.

He had taken off his helmet, revealing a handsome young face with strong, resolute features, bearing a weariness that seemed out of place for his age.

Bruce Wayne, son of Gotham, possesses immense wealth, but no one knows that he is actually a masked vigilante who can scale walls and leap across rooftops.

It just goes to show that the interests of the wealthy are incredibly diverse. Some love cars, some love watches, some love golf, some love learning foreign languages, and some love traveling and climbing mountains. So it doesn't seem so far-fetched that a rich kid has the peculiar habit of going out in the middle of the night wearing cat ears and beating up kids.

This is the Bat Cave.

The natural cave at the bottom of Wayne Manor existed when Bruce was a child, and was used as a nest by bats. Although it doesn't yet have as many airplanes, cannons, and fancy tanks as later ones, he has already transformed it into the initial prototype of a bat cave.

Alfred, the butler, dressed in a black suit and bow tie, climbed down a ladder hanging from a steep wall, steadily carrying a plate covered with a silver lid as he went.

After landing, he straightened his clothes and walked forward expressionlessly, saying, "Don't worry, young master. This old body of mine can handle this slippery ladder perfectly well. Even carrying a tray is no problem for me. I don't need any help at all."

Bruce remained staring at his computer without turning around: "I'm already planning to install a staircase, and the secret door will lead directly to the study."

Alfred walked up to him. The footage shown was a brief, blurry clip, recorded by the Batman suit's built-in camera.

He was repeatedly studying the scene where the mysterious man turned the bat monster into ashes with a single shot.

“Very impressive,” Alfred said, placing the silver plate on the table. “It looks like some kind of cutting-edge technology.”

“No known individual weapon possesses such power, at least not to my knowledge at this stage,” Bruce said. “The Batcomputer analyzed the energy data of that shot.”

The impact of the light carried temperatures exceeding 100,000 degrees Celsius.

Alfred raised an eyebrow: "That's quite hot."

In fact, this was due to limitations in materials and technology, which limited the accuracy of the light energy cannon's reproduction. According to the standard settings of the Specium Ray, a temperature of 500,000 degrees Celsius is required to meet the standard.

"That's not the main point. Temperature is just secondary; what truly makes that beam-based attack fatal is something else entirely. Its energy output method is completely unknown to the scientific community, and more importantly, spectral analysis has revealed some unknown elements within it."

Certain substances that do not exist on Earth.

Bruce said in a deep voice.

"But I believe that substance is the main factor that gives it its terrifying destructive power."

“Uh, you mean, aliens, sir?” Alfred asked.

"Or at least, it's alien technology. We can't rule out the possibility of extraterrestrials either. Look here."

Bruce cut the camera to the very end.

When the beam of light fell and the dust settled, the man in black who had fired the cannon was nowhere to be seen.

“I don’t understand. Where did he go?” Alfred asked.

“Super speed, an incredibly fast speed that's imperceptible to the human eye,” Bruce said. “He possesses advanced technology and extraordinary abilities. He could very well be an alien.”

We know nothing about his identity, background, strength, or skills; he is a highly dangerous individual.

“Do I need to remind you, young master, that this ‘highly dangerous individual’ just saved your life,” Alfred said.

"In terms of the outcome, yes. But it may not have been intentional. Perhaps he was just hunting, and his target was the thing that attacked me."

“It’s a shame you didn’t inherit optimism from your Wayne ancestors,” Alfred said.

“I call this being prepared. This is something completely unknown to humankind, Alfred. We always have to be prepared for any unforeseen circumstances.”

Bruce stood up and put his helmet back on.

"Going out, sir?" Alfred gestured to the plate he had just put down. "Won't you consider eating something before you go?"

“Let’s wait a bit. The prior investigation for this operation was insufficient; it was my carelessness and lack of preparation. Maroni is clearly connected to the anomalous creature that attacked me, which makes him more dangerous than anticipated. I must find out as soon as possible.”

"That's a shame."

Alfred, expressionless, lifted the silver lid off the plate.

There was only an empty plate inside; there was nothing there.

"I went to great lengths to prepare dinner for you today, but now the 'baked empty plate' is all wasted."

Bruce: "."

Alfred, holding the lid, shrugged: "I knew you wouldn't eat it anyway."

"When I get back, you can make whatever you want for breakfast tomorrow morning." Bruce's voice softened slightly, with a hint of apology.

"That's not necessary."

Alfred picked up his plate again and walked towards the ladder by the wall.

"I'll be very relieved if your breakfast tomorrow isn't served on an IV drip, young master."

Elsewhere, in a dark space.

A shadow darted through the shadows like a fish, rapidly approaching. It reached the depths of the shadows, then rose from the ground like a wisp of mist, solidifying into a blurry entity.

"The demon Kress is dead," it said in a muffled and strange voice.

The sound echoed endlessly in the dark space.

A moment later, a second cloud of mist appeared. It cascaded down from the height like a waterfall, and not far to its side, it also materialized into a tall, distorted, and grotesque shadow.

"I told you long ago, the plan to collect sacrifices from evil people hiding among humanity is absurd."

After a pause, it continued to ask.

"But what happened? Did the wizard discover it?"

“No, not a wizard. It’s something else.” The first shadowy figure hesitated for a moment, as if it were difficult to describe. “It’s human, but it possesses certain dangerous abilities.”

"Humans?" The tall shadow immediately showed disdain. "Anyone who dares to block our path and prevent the resurrection of our master will only die."

The shadowy figure stared at it with a very strange look in its eyes.

“You didn’t see that guy,” it said. “If you had seen him fire, you wouldn’t be asking such a stupid question.”

"Is it very strong?" the tall shadow asked doubtfully.

"It's not a matter of whether he's strong or not. He's truly a very special kind of person."

The shadowy figure paused to prepare his words.

“Let me put it this way. You didn’t see that guy,” it said. “I’m sure if I had intervened, I would have died too.”

"."

The tall shadow hesitated for a moment.

"Forget it, I've thought about it again. Our current plans don't allow us the time for that. Let's ignore it for now and focus on the sealing problem."

The dark figure nodded repeatedly: "That's exactly what I think too."

"The wizards' power is now unprecedentedly weak, and they are no longer able to hinder our actions. The seal is about to be broken, and the day of return is approaching. Until that great one returns to the world."