Volume 1: Welcoming Gotham Chapter 16: A smart person must learn to finish off the enemy
"That damn thing nearly scared me to death!"
The kite man flew all the way to the ruins of Hogwarts before landing on the ground with trembling legs. As soon as he landed, his legs went weak and he sat down on the ground.
He threw the ranger key in his hand far away as if it was an ominous object. It was this thing that almost caused him to be eaten as a snack by the terrifying three-headed dog.
Who could have thought that there was such a horrible monster in the dark forest? The moment the Kite Man met the zombie three-headed dog just now, he was almost scared to death.
It 's not that he's timid.
Although he was a minion most of the time and could be a villain in Gotham, Kite Man had seen the world. He had seen Killer Croc and Shark Man, and he had even had the good fortune to sit at the same table and eat with those guys.
But can Killer Croc and Shark-Man compare with the zombie Cerberus?
Apart from its actual combat power, even from the appearance, this thing is not even on the same level, right?
"Buzz buzz buzz"
The frightened Kite Man escaped and rested for a few minutes, then he heard a strange engine noise. He stood up holding his pistol and turned his head to see Mason leisurely driving towards him on a blue motorcycle.
The most outrageous thing was that the three-wheeled motorcycle with a rocket-shaped dump truck was flying all the way here at a height of at least three meters in the air, and it was very stable, as if it was driving on an invisible suspended road.
Now Kite Man finally understood why Mason took such a big risk to get this motorcycle.
This thing can actually fly!
However, when the motorcycle approached, Kite Man suddenly pulled out his pistol, pointed it forward and shouted:
"Stop! Mason, what's that thing in your truck? It looks like a zombie to me. Why did you bring that unlucky thing here?"
"Bad luck? This is the savior! Show some respect."
Mason curled his lips and maneuvered the flying motorcycle to the ground. He glanced at Mr. Porter who was placed in the bed of the vehicle.
Although his body was chopped into pieces by Old K just now, Mr. Porter was obviously not an ordinary zombie even after turning into a zombie. During these few minutes, his shattered body was actually recovering bit by bit under the influence of some strange force.
This is definitely not normal.
That's why Mason took the risk and brought Mr. Porter out .
"Where's Old K?"
Kite Man glanced in the direction of the Forbidden Forest and asked with some fear:
"Can those two monsters really kill him?"
"have no idea."
Mason rubbed his aching forehead and said:
"The fact that Lao K dared to stay and fight them means he thinks he has a chance of winning, so we both have to go back and finish them off, so let's take a break.
Then activate all the remaining engineering bombs.
This time, either he dies or we are finished."
"good!"
Kite Man gritted his teeth, turned around, took Mason's backpack, took out the remaining twenty or so engineering bombs, activated and assembled them one by one.
Mason jumped out of the car and took out his invisibility cloak to take a look at it.
This thing was originally very beautiful. I don’t know what material its silver-gray texture is made of, but it is definitely very luxurious.
But now it was stained with large patches of blood, making it look ugly and very ominous, and there was always a cold feeling entwined around this cloak.
that's the truth:
Bloody Invisibility Cloak/Deathly Hallows
Quality: Epic Tailoring/Enchanted Items·Premium Craftsmanship
Features: Breath shielding, light as a feather, invisible armor, cursed
Effect: Put on the cloak and walk in stealth, isolating all life breath and being immune to most detection and monitoring states, providing armor-like protection effects and protecting the user from entering the [Serious Injury] state.
Curse: The Invisibility Cloak is stained with the blood of its user and witnessed the severance of the bloodline of Ignotus Peverell's family, and its magical power forms an ominous curse.
When using an invisibility cloak to enter combat, there is a certain chance that it will fail, and will exert increasingly intense mental stimulation on the user.
This curse cannot be cleansed.
Producer: Ignotus Peverell
Item Description: Don't trust a magical cloak tainted by despair too much, it may be more eager to witness your death than your enemies.
Mason frowned as he read the information label. He pursed his lips, stroked the blood-stained invisibility cloak, and whispered:
"So, it won't become ineffective as long as we don't engage in combat? This curse is really troublesome."
"Mason, look!"
The Kite Man suddenly pointed at Mr. Porter in the truck bed and shouted. Mason turned around and heard the Kite Man say:
"There's something embedded in this guy! It's stone, broken stone!"
"ah?"
The young man immediately looked at Mr. Potter, and sure enough, he saw something strange on Mr. Potter's chest along the crack in his Auror suit that was cut by Old K.
Where his heart should have been was inlaid with several grey broken stones.
Mason narrowed his eyes, picked up the tweezers and removed a small piece of it from Mr. Potter's heart. He thought it would be difficult, but it was actually very easy.
It was as if that thing was also longing to escape from this dead body.
This small stone reflected a cold light in the afternoon sun, and the kite flyer trembled and backed away. He felt that this thing was definitely not a good thing.
Mason stared at the small stone and soon saw its message:
Broken Resurrection Stone/Deathly Hallows
Quality: Epic Alchemy/Inscription Item, Ultimate Craftsmanship
Features: Death Resistance, Soul Calling, Broken Curse
Effect: The holder can forcibly resist the call of death, lock the life state, and use the resurrection stone as a medium to summon the dead mind body, but this item has an inherent curse effect. The longer it is held, the more irresistible mental pressure will be suffered until madness or death.
Curse: After the Resurrection Stone is violently broken, its effect can no longer be controlled. It will continuously summon the thoughts of the dead to form soul shocks and inflict mental torture on all life around it.
This curse cannot be dispelled.
Item Description: Look back! It's looking at you...
"Um?"
Mason turned his head sharply and, as expected, saw a broken spirit floating beside him.
As he removed the broken Resurrection Stones from Mr. Potter's heart one by one, the face of the spirit became clearer and clearer.
It was Mr. Harry Potter, a middle-aged man.
This poor Auror and former savior has long been dead, but his broken soul has been trapped in his rotting body by the broken Resurrection Stone.
From this perspective, Mason and Lao K's attack gave this poor soul a final relief.
As for why Potter, a good man in every sense, would embed such an evil object as the Resurrection Stone in his heart... perhaps, this former savior must have been using this almost suicidal method to try to turn the tide when the disaster occurred?
Unfortunately, he failed to perform the myth of salvation this time.
"who is it?"
Mason saw Mr. Potter's spirit quickly dissipating in the sunlight, so he quickly asked:
“Who did all this?”
"Over there! Over there, on top of Gryffindor Tower, I left everything there..."
The shattered spirit had not much thoughts left. In response to Mason's question, he raised his finger and pointed in a direction, then dissipated in front of the young man like a soap bubble.
Mason suddenly stood up and looked in the direction the spirit was pointing.
There was the ruins of a completely collapsed tower. Because it had been burned by fire, only ashes were left on the ground, so Mason, the Kite Man and even Old K had not searched that place.
"Just now...that just now...that was a ghost...right? It was a ghost!"
The Kite Man was so frightened that his face turned pale. The experience of seeing a ghost with his own eyes made the legs of this third-tier villain tremble like sieves.
This experience, which was obviously not something that should happen to a mortal, caused poor Charles to be under great mental stress. Of course, it was also possible that the resurrection stone that Mason placed at hand had begun to exert a mental shock on him.
The young man did not set out to look for treasure immediately. He took a look at the zombie Mr. Potter in the truck.
After the Resurrection Stone was removed, this tired soul that had wandered alone in the ruins of Hogwarts for who knows how long could finally rest, and his cursed body finally stopped moving.
Even on those shriveled cheeks, there could be a hint of a creepy smile.
It seemed that there was no more resentment or anger.
"Do me a favor, carry him down and burn him. Don't be afraid, he is dead, completely dead."
Mason said to Kite Man, who swallowed and was ready to argue with Mason.
But when he found that the new boss had picked up his "cat cage" and was using the fragments of the resurrection stone to touch the wound of the zombie tabby cat that was blown in two, Kite Man suddenly felt that the young man Mason might have gone crazy.
It looks like he really wants to keep this zombie cat!
"This thing can help you, Professor McGonagall, so just calm down, okay?"
Mason used tweezers to hold the gray resurrection stone and placed it on the broken spine of the zombie tabby cat. One was not enough, so he put another one on the spine of the poor zombie cat.
As he watched, for about three minutes, Professor McGonagall, who was almost blown to pieces, began to repair her dead body under the effect of the Resurrection Stone.
Perhaps because she was not completely dead and zombies could not control magic, she still maintained her cat form and had no intention of changing into human form.
fair enough.
Mason thought.
It's understandable to raise a zombie cat, but if you raise an old zombie witch as a cat... well, it would be hard to explain if someone saw it.
"The remaining fragments of the Resurrection Stone are left to Fangya and Buttercup."
The young man put the voodoo bird cage back into his arms and wrapped up the remaining pieces of the Resurrection Stone, intending to give them to the guard dog left by Hagrid.
That's a good dog too.
"ready or Not?"
After about ten minutes, Mason poured the last sip of water into his mouth, grabbed his pistol menacingly, and said something to the kite man beside him.
The latter was a little timid, but still nodded under Mason's gaze.
"Okay! Let's go and finish off the enemy."
The young man said loudly:
"There's no going back at this point, Charles, show the same spirit you had when you followed the Joker to roam Gotham! For our future lives, Old K must die here!
You still have a son with your ex-wife after the divorce, right?
Don't you want to see him grow up?"
This sentence was like a key that instantly opened the kite flyer's anxious heart. The thirty-something old man gritted his teeth, reached out to open his kite and shouted:
"Fuck Old K! Go! Kill him."
"You still want to fly over there with a kite? The wind is against us now."
Mason rode on his beloved flying motorcycle, patted the side of the motorcycle, and said to his younger brother:
"Come up! Let's fly over."
——
The entrance to the Forbidden Forest, not far from where the explosive girl was killed, the woodland in front of Hagrid's hut has been turned into a hellish scene by the fierce battle.
Hagrid's pet three-headed dog Fluffy, or to give him a cuter name Fluffy, can no longer roam the Forbidden Forest with pride and arrogance.
The brave old hunter chopped off all three of its heads with two sharp weapons, and then blasted its two hearts with an enchanted explosive arrow.
Of course, the old hunter paid a terrible price for this.
But as a C-level member of the Star Society, Old K, who has experienced many life-and-death battles in at least ten worlds, naturally has his own trump cards. At this moment, he is not immersed in the glory of victory in hunting down the zombie three-headed dog alone. He is still wielding his dual swords and fighting a life-and-death battle with the eight-eyed giant spider with an indescribable amazing sword skill.
The latter's frontal destructive power is much weaker than that of the three-headed dog, but as a spider-like creature, its natural web-weaving and poisonous instincts allow it to remain quite difficult to deal with even after it becomes a zombie.
It may not be able to defeat all gods in battle, but it can definitely drag its powerful enemies to hell together.
Old K is already at the end of his rope, but the Acromantula is not much better off.
After activating the strange seal that had been kept in the bottom of the box and combining it with expensive holy arrows, the bloated belly of the eight-eyed giant spider had been burned beyond recognition.
Most of its dark compound eyes were also blinded by Old K.
Logically speaking, even zombie beasts should have the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. After fighting to this extent, they should also find a way to escape.
But what puzzled Old K was that both the three-headed dog and the eight-eyed giant spider in front of him were fighting with him like crazy until the last moment, as if Old K had done something to let them down.
The problem is, although Lao K completed his "entry test" in this world, he was just trying out his skills in this world at the time and didn't even stay there for three days. How could he have offended such a ruthless character among the magical animals?
"puff"
With such doubts, the exhausted Old K swung the giant hunting knife in his hand and chopped it on the forehead of the eight-eyed giant spider, which turned pale after being transformed into a zombie. The sharp blade penetrated the body and almost split the monster's head in two.
The latter's miserable body trembled a few times after being burned, and then he fell down whimpering.
Old K didn't have the strength to pull out his hunting knife. He took a few steps back holding the bloody sword. Then he heard a strange whistling sound, and then more than twenty flying engineering bombs exploded at the same time, turning the surroundings into a sea of fire.
But the old hunter is not dead yet.
A strange magic shield blocked the explosion for him, but he was too weak, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground. He panted heavily and tremblingly took out his last trump card from his bag.
It was a slender crystal bottle filled with amber potion.
As long as he drinks this thing, he can "resurrect on the spot", and then he can go find Mason and the Kite Man and bury them both here completely!
Anyway, the gains from this trip are definitely worth it. Aren’t we just team members?
There were a lot of strange people in Mason's world, and he had plenty of time to slowly choose them, such as Mr. Batman in Gotham...
That activation seems a bit tricky.
But it’s okay, you can take your time.
However, Old K, who had his back to the Acromanthus, did not notice that when it was close to death, the few remaining compound eyes of the Acromanthus were still shining with anger and hatred that even death could not extinguish.
Especially the giant hunting knife that chopped into its head. The familiar and cold aura emanating from it made the zombie-like beast almost crazy.
That's the master... No, that's the breath of my family...
This guy in front of me...
murderer!
Murderer!
die!
"puff"
Using the last of its strength, the spider's sharp legs pierced Old K's body from behind like a piercing spear, causing the old hunter's hand to tremble, and the amber crystal bottle fell to the ground, rolling forward.
Old K howled, turned around and cut off the poisonous leg of the eight-eyed giant spider with a sword, but the latter was already dead when this blow was delivered.
The old hunter really couldn't understand!
What was driving these two long-dead monsters to fight him to the death?
Where do these zombie-like creatures get such strong emotions?
But now is not the time to think about that.
He fell to the ground and stretched out his hand to touch the crystal bottle. Just as his bloody fingers were about to touch the bottle, a shoe that emerged from the silver-gray invisibility cloak stepped on the crystal bottle.
All the hope in the dusty old K's eyes froze at this moment.
"I guess you must be wondering why they would be so crazy as to die with you?"
Mason's hoarse voice echoed in this hellish woodland.
It was rare for him to say a lot of words in front of other people, as if he was saying goodbye.
"The three-headed dog in front of you is called Mao Mao, the giant eight-eyed spider behind you is called Aragog, and the good dog whose claws you cut off and left at the door to die is called Fang.
The only thing they have in common is that they were all raised by Hagrid.
So, I'm sorry, Lao K.
But this arranged fight to the death is really a personal feud between you and Hagrid's loyal pets. You say, how nice it would have been if you had left me alone in Gotham four days ago?
No one wants to see things come to this point.”
