amaotonovel Chapter 447, Section 446: The Evil Villain Batman Kidnaps My Brother
Chapter 447, Section 446: The Evil Villain Batman Kidnaps My Brother
Chapter 447, Section 446: The evil villain Batman kidnapped my brother! He's threatening my people!
The red of all living beings.
It was also inside a cave.
The ventriloquist Arnold Vesk stood timidly beside the edge of the cave wall, in front of a monitor displaying a vast palace—the council hall of the Totem Council.
Meanwhile, in the center of the cave beside him, under the light, Killer Croc and the Rogues were sitting at a table, playing cards together.
The ventriloquist still held the baby bat toy in one hand, while his other hand was swollen to three or four times larger than a normal person's hand, with bulging veins and a green ring on his middle finger.
They had converted the Crimson Cave of All Beings into a temporary dwelling. Judging from the beds and the food they had consumed, they had been there for quite some time.
The killer crocodile wiggled its tail and then shifted its rear end. It pulled out two jokers:
"Royal flush, I won!"
"Oh, really, man?"
"Really?"
"How come you won again?"
As Killer Crocodile stood up and triumphantly took all the chips from the Rogues' gang, the gang members were filled with despair.
"Still planning to play?" Killer Croc's scaly face grinned like a chrysanthemum. This gang of scoundrels from Midtown was really too honest. How could there be people in this world who kept losing in gambling but still kept playing?
To be honest, Killer Croc's gambling skills weren't exactly top-notch. After all, during his years in Gotham, he spent most of his time as the type to carry out riots and vandalism. Even when he worked as a casino security guard, his mind was still quite muddled back then, completely unrelated to gambling, which requires sophisticated thinking.
The only problem is that this is the Crimson Realm, the territory of Killer Croc. Here, he can extend his life perception. Although he can't connect to the entire Crimson Realm like the King of Life, Michael, and manipulate the entire red world at will, he can still cover this small area around it.
So Captain Cold and Heatwave's little tricks were all under Killer Croc's nose. When Wayne saw them showing off their gambling skills, he wanted to laugh. No matter how good your gambling skills are, as long as the cards leave your hand, I can control the ground of the Red of All Beings to grow small tentacles to change the cards. What's the use of having good gambling skills?
"Aaaaaah, I'm not playing anymore!"
The magician stood up and left the card table. "Let's play again later. I'm going to my room to play some games. I really don't know what's so interesting about monitoring those Totem Council members that Batman sent us to spy on. To me, they're just a bunch of oversized cats and dogs having a meeting."
“And rhinos,” said the Mirror Master. “I like rhinos; they’re quite cute.” He threw his cards on the table. “I’m not playing anymore.”
"Indeed, let's call it a day. I've lost too much." Captain Cold clutched his head. How could Killer Croc's gambling skills be so superb?
He refused to believe it. After years of navigating the streets, he couldn't possibly defeat Killer Crocodile, this giant crocodile.
"Hey, Arnold." The magician, who was about to head towards the room he had carved out in his cave, suddenly noticed the ventriloquist sitting blankly against the wall: "Aren't you going to join us?"
no response.
"To be honest, I've always been a little curious, buddy, what's with that maid outfit you're wearing?"
"Hey, don't mess with Arnold."
Killer Croc quickly stopped the magician: "Arnold has different ideas from us. Don't mess with him."
"I didn't provoke him," the magician said. "I just find it a bit interesting. By the way, doesn't Batman think it's strange to have a male and female servant? If you ask me, this fetish is a bit outrageous—"
In an instant, Arnold raised his palm, and a green light shot out from the ring on his hand, materializing into a hand that slammed the magician to the ground.
This sudden conflict caught Killer Croc off guard, and he immediately jumped up from his chair: "Calm down!"
The other members of the Rogue Gang stood up in unison; they wouldn't let their man be bullied. Killer Croc hurriedly stepped in front of them: "Gentlemen, I beg you, please, don't let things get out of control."
Killer Croc turned to the ventriloquist and said, "Arnold, you..."
Then something unexpected happened to Killer Croc: he saw the giant hand that Arnold had materialized turn from green to red. Killer Croc recognized this red energy; it was the power of the raging Red Lantern, but Ventriloquist Arnold wasn't wearing the Red Lantern Ring.
He was wearing the Ring of Calamity, forged by the first Lantern, which should have had no connection to the power of the Red Lantern.
"Never, ever, disrespect Batman."
A deep, gruff voice, like a booming bell, emanated from Arnold's small body and resounded through the cave. He stood up from his seat, and despite his ridiculous maid outfit, he was terrifying for a moment, like a man infested with demons who inadvertently revealed his ferocious fangs.
He held up his hand with the baby bat on it: "Otherwise I'll be angry, very, very angry."
The red color immediately faded from the enormous hand that Arnold had materialized. Green energy reconstructed the hand, which then dissipated into the air.
The magician, still somewhat shaken, got up from the ground: "Wow, you Gotham people are really crazy." He was unharmed; Arnold had used his full strength, and he was just a little startled.
"No matter what, he shouldn't have done that to us..." Captain Cold said in a deep voice.
Heatwave stood behind him, and a red light shone on his chest.
But the magician interrupted Captain Cold's words: "It's okay, Captain, I was a little too much... Wow, that tap on me was a bit scary."
"I'm so sorry, Captain," Killer Croc quickly tried to smooth things over. "The mission is more important, please."
"Something's up," the ventriloquist said. "Keep an eye on the surveillance."
Everyone turned their attention to the monitor screen, and then they saw the palace where the Totem Council held meetings collapsing with a rumble in the distance.
"What the hell?" Killer Croc cursed. "Batman had us lying in wait here just for this? He actually predicted this?"
"Because I am Batman," the ventriloquist replied in a deep voice, controlling the baby bat in his hand. Then, the baby bat's personality issued the command to everyone: "Prepare for battle, everyone."
"Remember, our target is that big cat totem, and its name is Socks."
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Chen Taobang punched the current King of Atlantis on the forehead, instantly giving Lord Orm a concussion.
Arthur was nearly blown away by the unexpectedly decisive attack: "What are you doing, Batman? Didn't we agree to resolve this peacefully?"
Taking advantage of Lord Orm's dizziness, Chen Tao climbed onto his back from behind, then performed a rear naked choke, hooked his leg, straddled his back, and pinned him to the ground.
"Your brother can send millions of Atlanteans to attack the land just by ringing a bell. My goal is to prevent him from having that bell yet—"
"Ouch!" Lord Orm was about to look up when he received a punch to the back of the head. Hearing Batman's words, he flew into a rage: "You think you can stop Atlantis by temporarily overpowering me? I can still command our fleet..."
"Then your brother will die on the spot."
Neptune:?
"Oh, really?" he said.
He had just recalled the time Batman tied him up and handed him over to Black Manta when a plant suddenly sprouted from nowhere beneath his feet, binding him tightly. Then, sharp thorns, like swords, grew from the tip of the plant and pressed directly against his throat.
"No! Evil surface dwellers! Let go of my brother!"
Aquaman Arthur rolled his eyes as he listened, cursing Batman in his mind for never discussing these things with him, and then trying hard to recall the expressions hostages were supposed to make in the TV shows he had watched.
Soon, a tearful expression appeared on his handsome, golden face: "Little brother!"
"elder brother!"
"younger brother!"
"That's enough." Chen Tao interrupted their heartfelt duet, which sounded like something out of a romance novel.
He approached Lord Orm expressionlessly: "You must make a choice, Lord of the Ocean. First, I must tell you that those who attacked Atlantis were absolutely not sent by me, nor were those Atlantean civilians killed by me. Under these circumstances, I have no reason to lie to you."
Then he pointed at Aquaman Arthur: "But if you don't listen to me, I'll be the one who kills your brother."
"So, now. Make a decision. The part about the Anti-Monitor is entirely true. The surface dwellers and Atlanteans must work together to survive. This is more important than our conflict. For this reason, I have no choice but to resort to this tactic, Lord of the Ocean."
A bolt of lightning erupted from Lord Orm's body—it was magical lightning he controlled. Immediately afterwards, dozens of water arrows rose from the coastline behind them, heading straight for Chen Tao's back.
"Stop the Spell! (Stop the spell immediately!)" With the activation of the anti-spell magic, Chen Tao instantly synchronized a portion of the Destroyer's power. This immense, monstrous strength shattered Lord Orm's resistance, which was launched along with the magic.
Chen Tao pressed his head down and slammed it to the ground, almost burying his head in the earth, which made Aquaman Arthur blink frantically.
That's my brother, please don't kill him!
"So, are you going to surrender or not?" Chen Tao pulled Orm's head out of the ground, then pointed at the bound Aquaman Arthur.
"Om, you should listen to the... the King of the Surface." Aquaman Arthur paused slightly when he said "King of the Surface," feeling a little ashamed, but he continued, "Cooperation with the Surface is the only way to defeat the Anti-Monitor. The Atlanteans have no need to wage war against the Surface."
"You don't understand." Lord Om remained silent for a long time, then slowly said:
"Arthur, the toxic surface world has corrupted your mind, and the only thing I've ever wanted to do in my life is save you. When I was a child, I heard many stories about how the surface world brought us fear. When I learned that I had an older brother trapped there, I cried."
Year after year, I pleaded with the Atlantean Guard to rescue you and bring you home, but they refused to enter the surface world. That's why I was so eager to ascend the throne and assemble this Atlantean fleet—so that I could come to the surface to find you myself. But you found Atlantis first. That day, I wept again, for I love you as all brothers in the world.”
"But now, you are loyal to the surface world, and you speak for the surface people. You have chosen this world instead of the one you were originally, and for that you have betrayed your brothers, your mother, and all the Atlanteans."
Even as he was pinned to the ground, Lord Orm still held his head high: "Every Atlantean is prepared to die for Atlantis, even me, and of course, you too. So forgive me, Arthur, I am the King of Atlantis, and I cannot declare Atlantis's surrender, not even for your sake."
Then he suddenly roared, "All Atlanteans, forget about me, go all out—"
But before he could finish speaking, Chen Tao interrupted him with a punch. Chen Tao facepalmed; this guy was too stubborn, and his words were filled with the self-pitying sacrifice of Atlantis: "Enough, listen to me."
He simply raised his hand, and immediately some nanobots flew out from his fingertips, projecting images into the air:
"I admire your courage to sacrifice yourself and your loyalty to Atlantis, but even you should know how ridiculous it is to be a king without land."
As Chen Tao spoke, he felt that he and Darkseid had said similar things...
But he continued, "I had Lex Luthor use his technology to create ten Chemical Scrap Monsters, and they're now loitering outside Atlantis. While these Chemical Scrap Monsters aren't living beings like the original, but rather purely robotic versions created by Luthor, the chemical toxins inside them are still genuine. You know, Chemical Scrap Monsters, right?"
He said, "So you get it now, right? If I really wanted to destroy Atlantis, I wouldn't need to send submarines with rockets to slaughter civilians. I could just drop a dozen or so chemical waste monsters on you and that would be enough to poison 99% of your population. So please, use your brain, don't be an idiot and let yourself be led by the nose like a dog."
"And Atlantis's counterattack will turn 90% of the Earth's surface into a swamp..."
"And that is indeed the case, King of the Ocean," Chen Tao said. "So do you understand now? Both the surface world and Atlantis possess the power to destroy each other, and someone wants us to do just that. If we start fighting amongst ourselves, that's probably exactly what the Anti-Monitor wants to see."
He said, "So, are we able to talk normally now?"
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Deep in the universe.
Owl Cave.
"I knew Lord Om was unreliable; he was convinced."
Night Owl sat in front of the Owl computer, his fingers interlaced, supporting his chin.
"It's time to activate Plan B, and there's still..."
He typed away on another keyboard for a while, and soon, the face of the Blood Cult Leader appeared on the screen.
Night Owl cleared his throat, pulled up the microphone, and said, "It's time to take down the Totem Council."
"Let's blow up their palace first."
(End of this chapter)