"Well, you have completely exhausted the last drop of my patience with you."
Even through the mask, one could feel the owl-masked man's expression suddenly darken.
"Well, let me teach you something."
Looking at the claws gathering around him, Bane squeezed the knuckles of his fists.
Drop by drop, the venom flowed from the bottle on his back into his body through the pipe, making his body grow bigger and bigger little by little.
"You, my terrible friends. You will learn two things for yourselves."
He held up a finger.
"First, it takes more than just my venom to be Bane."
He grabbed the claws that pounced on him with one hand, and the tremendous force pressed his fingers into the opponent's skull. The muscular claws that were so invincible just now seemed extremely weak in front of Bane.
Bane grabbed one of the Claw Assassins by the ankle with his bare hands, swung him in a circle in the air, and slammed him hard on the ground, once, twice, just like swinging a plastic hammer to play whack-a-mole.
"you-"
Bang!
"live-"
Bang!
"hand-"
Bang!
The Claw Assassin was lying on the ground with his four legs up in the air, his bulging muscles were twisted like twisted dough sticks, curled up on his body in a disgusting and ugly manner.
Bane kicked him directly, and he rolled out and lay on the ground like a piece of garbage, motionless.
"Good job!" Killer Croc jumped up: "That's the move!"
He pointed at Bane's two blows excitedly: "That's how he hit me!"
Penguin rolled his eyes.
Chen Tao immediately drove the nanorobots to spread over. The skull cracked by Bane provided him with a convenient location for his sharp claws, and Heisha quickly drilled in.
"Second, if I gave you the power of Venom, then what makes you think you can use that power against me?"
The steel knife swung by the Claw Assassin shattered on his taut skin, and Bane grabbed the opponent's throat.
"Do you feel it? It's the feeling of the remaining hope gradually flowing out of your bodies and your war!"
"Oh my God, what's going on?" Lincoln March murmured in a low voice.
This time he saw it clearly.
The hood of the Claw assassin had just been knocked off. Lincoln March's pupils reflected the moment when the Claw approached Bane. The originally blue-gray face suddenly became rotten and smelly, and the bulging muscles withered in an instant.
The owl-masked man could no longer maintain his posture as the mastermind behind the scenes, and he stood up from his seat.
"What are we going to do, court?" Lincoln March said to the communication: "What are you going to do?"
"You are a bunch of ridiculous skeletons who should have died long ago! Let me teach you... Violating the laws of nature will lead to consequences, and in this world, nothing is truly immortal."
"Soon," Bain said.
"When your blood betrays you, when your body betrays you..."
Bane threw a withered claw to the ground. Having lost his strong physique, he let out a hysterical wail before it touched the ground.
The pain was so great that even an immortal could not bear it. He sobbed and straightened his body like a fish stranded on the sea and about to drown.
Bain's voice followed:
"The remaining potion will ensure that your bodies are tortured by severe pain, and this pain is an old friend I have known for a long time. However, unlike you, I have the strength and will to overcome it!"
The clown jumped up with a wild laugh: "How about a magic trick?"
He rode directly on the head of a sharp-clawed assassin, and swung his blade to pierce the sharp-clawed assassin's eyes fiercely: "Dangdang! Please watch the real magic that will open your eyes. The world will turn into pure black in a second!"
"It doesn't matter! Push everyone!" The owl-masked man immediately gave the order: "Let those ordinary claws hiding around who haven't been transformed yet take action!"
He shouted at Lincoln March: "Take them with you! Take everyone with you! Cut out the hearts and lungs of these lunatics who dared to fool us!"
Lincoln March had mixed feelings. The court had never suffered such a big loss before, and it was obvious that the other party had already regarded him as the temporary leader of this claw army.
This might be the moment when he was most trusted by the court, but it was forced by external forces, which made Lincoln March want to laugh.
He whistled.
rustle…
The Deadshot shuddered, raised his gun, and stood back to back with the Cheshire Cat.
"Uh... I don't think that might be a good idea."
Killer Croc said.
More and more ordinary claws emerged from their hiding places in the surroundings, and they poured into the battlefield like a tide...
There were too many people, packed so tightly together, heads everywhere.
"Oh my god," groaned Poison Ivy.
The owl-masked man's voice returned to that condescending stench:
"Well, we have to admit that maybe they do have something beyond the court's expectations. But that's the end of it. We have more people, and this is an absolute gap in combat power."
His voice gradually returned to a steady state.
“It’s triple digits versus single digits now.”
"Yeah?"
The owl-masked man paused.
He looked at Chen Tao.
Click.
Mr. Freeze slowly stood up from the ground. His armor gradually changed from red to sea blue in the next two seconds. He exhaled, and frost condensed on the ground, reflecting Victor's indifferent eyes.
"What's going on?"
The Scarecrow said, "Victor?"
Mr. Freeze ignored him.
The next to stand up was the Clayface Man. The clumps of mud finally reshaped and condensed into a form, and the huge mud monster stood there expressionlessly, like a sculpture made of wax.
The firefly climbed up.
This villain who was good at using fire stood up like a zombie with his left foot bent upside down. Then he dragged half of his body. The black mist in the air condensed into a hand and supported him from behind.
Then the next one, and the next one...
One by one, the Arkham villains slowly crawled up from the ground in various inhuman postures.
They stood there expressionlessly.
The Scarecrow felt as if his heart was being grabbed by something invisible.
"What's going on?"
Penguin whispered to himself: "This is not scientific."
His eyes lingered on these Arkham colleagues, then he turned to look at Batman: "How do you control them?"
"Just some tricks of Tetch (Mad Hatter)." Chen Tao answered him.
He rubbed his fingers. Lucius had always been an all-round scientist. Although he could not figure out in a short time how an expert in the field of neurology like the Mad Hatter could make hats that could control people's minds, just as a shipbuilder could not figure out the principles of a car in a short time.
But if it is simply borrowing and plagiarizing, and making some control chips without knowing why, there will be no problem.
"So. Anyway."
Chen Tao exhaled, and his body slowly decomposed into black sand, which made his lower body look like a walking spiral black hole.
The criminals of Arkham slowly followed him, placing him in the center, like subjects following a king.
The master of Gotham, the Bat King, who is the center of attention, raised a sinister smile:
"Are you ready for a killing spree?"
"roar!!!"
Those Arkham villains who were controlled by chips opened their mouths and let out incomprehensible roars!