Chapter 1301 Moving Towards the Light

"Those things were installed two years ago. It's not surprising that you don't know. The reason is very simple..."

Faced with his grandfather's question, Damian shrugged and said frankly: "Because you have been ignored for a long time. I have developed a secret party in the Assassin's League that is only loyal to me, and I even have spies around you."

Lars-Gul said in astonishment: "Educate me? Are you still planting spies around me? What on earth do you want to do? How old were you two years ago! How could someone be so stupid as to be incited to rebel by a kid like you?"

Thalia also seemed to know her son for the first time. She looked around warily, her eyes sweeping over the surrounding ninjas. She never expected that the Assassin Alliance had already split internally. The ninjas secretly divided into two factions. A palace battle drama is quietly taking place behind the scenes!

"Is it normal for someone within the alliance to secretly defect to me?"

The clear-eyed young man tilted his head, with a strange expression as if he was defeated by the old man's naivety: "Obviously you are the ones who have been publicly preaching all day long that I am the Chosen One. I have a great warrior bloodline and will definitely lead the Assassin's Alliance to strength. As a future leader, of course there will be people who are betting on me. They want to be a hero of Conglong and be the starting team of the future leader. This is called 'taking sides as early as possible and finding good backers'. This is the most basic rule of survival in the workplace. I only need to work privately. By quietly detecting people with such thoughts, contacting them in an appropriate way, and spreading influence by increasing the number of members in a secret society, it will be easy to form an 'East Palace Faction'."

The young man pointed at Lars and said: "Grandpa, you are already seven hundred years old, look how you have aged! Many people in the league doubt whether your physical function can still be maintained at its peak. There are even rumors that Lazarus The immortal blessing of the Road Pond is no longer effective on you. If it were you, would you rather follow an old tiger that is about to die, or would you rather surrender to a young dragon that is about to soar?"

Lars's face was ashen. Today he suffered two disastrous defeats in a row. First he was defeated by his favorite disciple Slade Wilson and was hacked to pieces. Then he was horrified to discover that he had fallen into his grandson's scheme. In a daze, In ignorance, all the money was quietly evacuated.

Lars Gur is not an ignorant person. It stands to reason that he should have noticed that someone was making small moves within the alliance, but for all calculations, he cannot be considered his biological grandson. A man who was less than two years old two years ago The ten-year-old child never had any doubts about the designated heir for whom he had high hopes.

This is darkness under the lamp. Who would have thought that he could become the future leader while lying down, the only designated heir of the Assassin League who is least likely to rebel and commit rebellion, but before he reaches adulthood, he would have the crooked idea of ​​​​stirring a palace to regicide and ascending to the throne?

He is only twelve years old this year, and his ugly little fur has not even grown yet. Why is he so anxious?

Damian chose to show his cards at such a time, and he was definitely trying to force his way into the palace. This kid was not satisfied with being the future leader, and he probably wanted to use the remaining power of saving the Assassin League to change the government on the spot!

The more he thought about it, the more desperate Lars Al Ghul became. Not only did this kid master the weird super power that he claimed to be "ancient Chinese martial arts", he had the upper hand in strength, but he was also so scheming. There were also a large number of people in the alliance who were secretly loyal to him. , once he raises his arms and shouts, there will definitely be a cloud of followers, and he and Talia will not be able to make a comeback!

Besides, Thalia still doesn’t know who she will support!

He is so scary at such a young age, this child must not be... wrong...

Lars' despair was strangely mixed with a little pride. With a son like this, why worry about the Assassin League not sweeping the world in the future and realizing its ultimate dream of purifying the world!

Thalia swallowed the foam at her mouth and carefully said to her own son, who looked more and more strange to him: "Damian... he is your grandfather after all... the position of leader of the Assassin League will be yours sooner or later, why are you so ruthless?"

She has always wanted to train her son to be the best warrior king in the world. She really hoped that his son would grow into a ruthless and resourceful strong man like her father Lars Ghul, but she did not expect that her son would be too good for her mother. It's also a burden.

Her son had already achieved her greatest expectations for him before he was a minor, and now he was about to step on the corpse of the Ninja Master and sit on the throne of the King of Warriors...

As a mother, Talia is a little at a loss. She doesn't know how to stand between her father and son, nor how to face the new leader of the Assassin's League who is about to be crowned.

It is impossible to treat him as a child. He has shown the style of a qualified leader. At least half of the assassins in the alliance are completely devoted to him, but they always feel uncomfortable when they bow down to him as their master.

Lars Gur knew that the dust of this palace incident had settled. The day when the new emperor ascended the throne would be the day when the old emperor died. The meaningless death struggle would only destroy his centuries-old reputation. He said with an indifferent expression. : "Well, my child, you are far better than I imagined! As long as you promise me to achieve the ultimate goal of the organization and build an ideal world, use my body as a stepping stone for you to ascend to the throne!" "

"Ahahaha...ahem...seeing such an interesting scene makes my death worth it!"

Deathstroke lying on the ground couldn't help coughing up blood and laughing wildly: "Master Lars, I have indeed overestimated myself and underestimated the ability of the true heir of the Assassin's League. Aren't you the same? Maybe, the two of us will go there I can still be a companion on the road to hell!"

The black-haired boy smiled, scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "The atmosphere is too depressing. Don't make it seem like I'm going to do something terrible next. After all, I'm not a devil... just like I did before. As I said, I am not interested in the leadership of the League of Assassins, I just want to leave quietly."

The young man put away his smile and said seriously to the ninja master: "Grandpa, the reason why I have a showdown with you is not to seize your leadership position, but because I am afraid that you will come back later and find out that I secretly installed anti-aircraft missiles behind your back. The matter with the machine gun tower has affected the ninjas who are loyal to me. Since they can no longer hide, I can only take them away together."

Lars and Thalia, as well as Deathstroke lying on the ground, were stunned when they heard this.

Damian spread his hands and said to Lars: "You and I both know very well that you are not an old man who is willing to retreat behind the scenes, and I am not a child who is willing to pretend to be young and dormant. I will continue to stay in the alliance. You Sooner or later, fierce conflicts will break out between us. After all, we are all relatives, and it is fate that we meet each other. If we break up, it will be a joke to outsiders. The best result is to get together and part ways."

Leaving his mother and grandfather looking at each other in shock, unable to immediately digest this heartfelt confession, Damian picked up the limp death knell and casually threw it to the ninja standing by, regardless of whether the masked ninja had ever The members of the secret party who had been loyal to him turned around and walked towards the apron on the side of the cliff of the dojo without looking back.

Most of the ninjas present, including the one who was randomly selected to receive the death knell and carry him on his shoulders, silently and consciously followed the footsteps of the black-haired boy and their slightly shorter new leader. The figure from behind walked towards the unknown distance.

At this moment, the clouds and mist in the valley dispersed, and the golden sunlight shone in. From Thalia's perspective behind her, her son and his followers seemed to have walked into the dazzling sea of ​​light.