Chapter 1745 S: The Great Event of Apocalypse (XII)
"what the hell?!"
Kanter let out an exclamation. He looked at the light spot that occupied most of the screen, but didn't realize that it was actually a light curtain made up of many bright small light spots. He thought that either the machine was broken, or Something may have happened to the target object.
No matter which way it is, he can't get away with it. He was sentenced by Lord Disad just a few days ago because of his unfavorable frontline investigation work. This time he is committing meritorious service and must perform perfectly, otherwise his status will plummet. .
With this anxious mood, Kanter rushed towards the target location as quickly as possible.
Behind the gate, Spider-Man suddenly stood up. He widened the spider compound eyes on his mask and said, "My spider sense is going off. A powerful enemy is approaching here at high speed!"
"Bang! Bang bang bang!"
"Zi la!"
Spider-Man's feet, which were holding the door, plowed deep ravines on the ground, and the sudden impact made his muscles tense for a moment.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?!" Spider-Man yelled.
Kanter turned on the translation device, and then shouted inside: "No matter who is inside, give up resistance immediately. Lord Disad said he wants to capture those alive, so you'd better not make unnecessary resistance!!!"
"You're dreaming!" Spider-Man stood firm against the door. He turned his head and glanced at Barry, who was still lying on the ground unconscious. He increased his strength and continued to push the door out, and said: "Monster, go back to your world. Go in, I won’t let you in!”
Listening to the young voice on the other side, Kanter sneered.
Ten minutes later, the sound of dripping water continued to echo in the corridors of the maze. Drop after drop of water splashed on the puddles on the wet ground, and three more drops of sweat fell from Kanter's shoulders to the ground.
He was sweating profusely, the muscles all over his body were tensed, and the veins at the junction of his cheek and mandible were bulging. He was not only tired, but also angry.
"Oh, Mr. Hercules, I guess you are running out of energy, right? What did you just say? You are the best fighter in the universe. I don't agree with this, unless everyone in our universe has arms. It’s as thin as Mario’s flagpole, and its body is more brittle than the wall of a tank battle, otherwise how could you be the number one?”
"What's your name, Kanter? Did your mother tell you when she named you that it sounded like the surname of an ultra-conservative religious leader in the South? Oh, did you try too hard just now? If I hadn't been with you a few days ago George’s four-year-old brother played push-hands, and I really didn’t feel it.”
"You, you damn bastard!!" Kanter cursed: "Just wait for me, the Dark Elite will not let you go!!!"
"Is that the name of your super group? It's really lame. It sounds like the name of a cult that would post ads in a clothing store. It's so lame!"
Kanter gasped for breath. Before today, he never thought that anyone could compete with him in terms of strength. He belongs to the Dark Elite under Darkseid, also called the Darkseid Elite. He is the best fighter in the universe, and fighters often need strong strength.
But the current situation is that he is wrestling with Spider-Man, and the way to compete in strength is to push the same thing in different directions. No one knows how to push things better than Spider-Man, except Superman.
"Oh, have we been in a stalemate here for half an hour? I haven't mentioned the rules of the game yet, right? If you have read junior high school physics, you should know that in this case, it is not about who is stronger, but who is stronger than others. More friction.”
Kanter's angry and confused expression was reflected in the thin crack in the door, but the door was covered with spider webs. Spider-Man's spider webs covered the entire room, using a magical mechanical structure to provide him with powerful power. With the fixation and the powerful adhesion device on his uniform feet, Spider-Man can still play like this for a year.
Kanter showed an angry expression as if he had been fooled, but he still didn't understand where he was being fooled, and he didn't realize that the biggest loss during the half-hour stalemate between him and Spider-Man was his mental state, Spider-Man's garbage The verbal attack has almost made him lose his mind.
An excellent fighter must have a clear fighting mind and the calm wisdom to analyze the situation, and Kanter is losing this part of his ability at this time, especially when urging sounds are constantly coming from the communication device.
A cold light flashed in Kanter's eyes. He let go of his hand, moved his wrist, lowered his tone and said, "I thought you were just a few brats, not worthy of my real skills. Now I want to tell you, you You pissed me off and you will pay for it!"
Helen, who has the fastest digestion power, came over, yawned, picked her ears and said, "Has anyone ever said you are old-fashioned? In what age are you still reading such villain lines, even if you say 'I want to let you go' You know my pain is much more fashionable than this."
Kanter finally couldn't stand it anymore. He pressed a button on the arm armor. Then, the yellow and purple armor shone with energy. The purple and gold energy spread from around him and then converged on the surface of the armor. , Kanter stretched out his hands against the door and pushed hard.
"drink!!!!"
"Well!"
Spider-Man let out a short breath and slid his feet back about ten centimeters. Helen stood aside with her arms folded and asked, "Want to help?"
Spider-Man's spider compound eyes slowly narrowed. He looked at the small crack in the door that was gradually pushed open and said in a higher voice: "Mr. Hercules, is this your trump card?"
"Oh, what do you little brats know?! His Majesty Darkseid has the most powerful technological system in the universe. All of our weapons have been optimized countless times. My armor can be greatly strengthened. My explosive power, if you don’t want to break your arm, just give up the resistance!”
Helen shuddered, rubbed the goosebumps on her arms with her hands and said: "He is so stupid that I dig my toes into the ground. The villains we have been hiding for decades are not as stupid as him. Where was he just dug out from?"
Spider-Man sighed lightly, glanced at Kanter who was staring at him fiercely with his red bloodshot eyeballs against the crack of the door, and said: "Do you know what is the most dangerous part of this game? "
Before Kanter could answer, Spider-Man asked himself and answered: "I can't touch you, so I can use the power that cannot be used on humans on this door..."
"Hahahahaha! What nonsense are you talking about..."
Kanter suddenly found that the resistance he encountered had weakened. He was about to respond to Spider-Man's trash talk, but the next second, an irresistible force came.
"Bang!!!!!!"
Looking at Kanter flying to the end of the corridor, Spider-Man maintained his position of pushing the door and stood in the crack of the door and said: "I told you, you are so stupid."
Kanter, who was photographed on the wall at the end, struggled down and lay on the ground. He turned his head and saw his shattered arm armor. He opened his eyes wide and looked in the direction of Spider-Man, and what he saw was A slender boy who couldn't be called strong at all.
"How can this be..."
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!”
A series of crazy laughter rang out, and Kanter, who was lying on the ground, heard a shrill girl's laughter coming from the room behind Spider-Man. The malice and madness in the laughter made his brain start to tremble.
"Who laughed so ugly just now?!" A slimmer figure with long hair suddenly appeared in the dark corridor, and the shadow of the boning knife was stretched by the weak light.
They're out and here's the opportunity! Kanter's eyes flashed, they were indeed a bunch of brats, couldn't he have pretended to be weak and deceived them? Is it so easy to be fooled?
At the same time, Gray Fog complained in Schiller's mind: "I swear I have purified almost all the darkness in that energy, but her ability to absorb darkness is particularly good. Now it's better. She really becomes a clown." "Female."
"She may have been too excited before and never vented it out. Finally she found an opponent and had more power, so she went completely crazy. I think she will be fine after a while," Schiller replied.
Kanter narrowed his eyes until Harley came closer and saw her childish face. Kanter showed a disdainful smile. He was right. This room was full of children, most likely Batman. children.
Going to see Lord Disad with so much gain, not only is there hope for the officer to be reinstated, but if the plan against Batman is effective, he will definitely be able to go further.
Kanter's clenched fists and the muscles in his arms were ready to go. Almost at the moment when his thigh muscles tightened, he turned into an invisible airflow, bouncing repeatedly against the walls on both sides of the narrow corridor, in a way that ordinary people could hardly catch. The strange movement appeared directly beside Harley.
Hair was flying, and Kanter's face appeared behind Harley's ear. Along with the sound of punches breaking through the air, his whisper was heard: "Too slow, little girl."
Suddenly, Kanter saw the mirror image of his own eyes. The huge boning knife floated quietly in front of his eyes, and on the side near the handle was Hallie's mouth full of evil, which was blocked by the long hair in front of her forehead. Smiling eyes.
"Swish! Swish swish!"
Kanter crossed his arms to block, and with just a boning knife, he cut hundreds of marks on his gauntlet in two seconds. Putting down his arm, Kanter saw the knife fly back to the girl's hand.
"Psychic power? Object control magic?" Kanter murmured, thinking that this girl is the powerful individual among humans that Weiman has been talking about before? Is that the boy behind her too?
All of Batman's children are powerful individuals, so how strong should he be?
Kanter shook his head slightly to get rid of his complicated thoughts, but the moment his eyes focused, platinum-blond hair brushed the bridge of his nose, and his eyes unconsciously turned to the right. , a crazy smiling face just passed by his side.
"Zila-bang!"
The blade of the blade crossed his neck, causing a series of transparent ripples. Kanter's figure turned around, took advantage of the momentum to fly backwards, landed heavily on the ground, and then covered his neck with his hands.
"Hahaha, Apokolips' technology is beyond the understanding of a primitive civilization like yours. The armor's force field covers the whole body, and your knife can't cut it!"
Kanter, who was half-kneeling on the ground, paused, his thigh muscles re-energized, and his eyes quickly turned. The figure of Harley, who was holding a long knife and stepping on the wall, was locked in the center of his pupils. For a moment, Kanter jumped up high. , one foot kicked on the junction of the wall and the ceiling, and the other leg used the force to swing out, hitting Harley's waist like a whip.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Harley laughed crazily, and the endless sword light struck her legs. She nimbly ducked down, avoided the flying whip legs, and rushed past the corner of the ground.
Kanter, who was originally concentrating on attacking, suddenly felt an irritability rising in his heart. He stopped and landed. The anger originally aroused by Spider-Man came again, and he yelled at Harley.
"Damn it, what are you laughing at?!!!!"
Harley stood up lightly, like a pale ghost, tilting her neck and looking up, staring at Kant through the gap in her long hair, and more low laughter leaked from her teeth.
"I'm laughing... I'll chop you into thirteen pieces!!!!"
"Zheng!"
The long sword separated the eyes of anger and madness, and the two collided again. Between the sword light and fist shadow, more and more darkness poured out of Harley's mouth and nose.