Chapter 1744 S Apocalypse Event (XII)

"What the hell?!"

Kant exclaimed. He looked at the light dot that occupied most of the screen, but he didn't realize that it was actually a light curtain made up of many bright small light dots. He thought that either the machine was broken or something might have happened to the target object.

No matter which one it was, he would not be able to get away with it. He was punished by Lord Desaad a few days ago because of his poor front-line reconnaissance work. This time he was redeemed for meritorious service and had to show a perfect performance, otherwise his status would plummet.

With this anxious mood, Kant rushed to the target location at the fastest speed.

Spider-Man stood up behind the gate. He widened the spider compound eyes on the mask and said, "My spider sense is ringing, and a strong enemy is approaching here at high speed!"

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

"Zi La!"

Spider-Man's feet, which were holding the gate, plowed deep grooves on the ground. The sudden impact made his muscles tense up in an instant.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?!" Spider-Man shouted.

Kant turned on the translation device and shouted inside: "No matter who is inside, give up resistance immediately. Lord Desaad said he wants to capture them alive. You'd better not resist in vain!!!"

"You're dreaming!" Spider-Man held the door tightly. He turned his head and looked at Barry who was still lying on the ground. He increased his strength and continued to push the door outward, saying: "Monster, go back to your world. I won't let you in!"

Listening to the childish voice on the other side, Kant sneered.

Ten minutes later, the sound of dripping water continued to echo in the corridor of the maze. Drops of water splashed ripples on the puddles on the wet ground, and three drops of sweat slid from Kant's shoulders to the ground.

He was sweating all over, his muscles were stretched, and the veins at the junction of his cheeks and mandibles were bulging. In addition to being tired, he was also angry.

"Oh, Mr. Strongman, 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 your universe has arms as thin as Mario's flagpole and a body more fragile than the wall of a tank battle, how can you be the first?"

"What's your name, Kant? When your mother named you, did she tell you that it sounds like the last name of a southern ultra-conservative religious leader? Ah, did you just use all your strength? If I hadn't played the push-hand game with George's four-year-old brother a few days ago, I really felt "You, you damn bastard! !" Kant cursed, "Just wait, the Dark Elite will not let you go!!!"

"Is that the name of your super group? It's so lame, it sounds like the name of a cult organization that will post flyers in clothing supermarkets, so lame!"

Kant was panting heavily. Before today, he really didn't expect that someone could compete with him in strength. He belonged to the Dark Elite under Darkseid, also known as the Darkseid Elite Association, and was the first 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 didn't tell you the rules of the game yet, did I? If you have studied junior high school physics, you should know that in this case, it is not about who has more strength, but who has more friction."

Kant's angry and confused expression was reflected in the narrow crack of the door, and the door was full of spider webs. The spider silk fired by Spider-Man covered the entire room, providing him with a powerful fixing force with a magical mechanical structure. Combined with the powerful adhesion device of his uniform foot, Spider-Man can still play like this for a year.

Kant showed an angry expression of being fooled, but he still didn't understand where he was fooled, and he didn't realize that the biggest loss of his mental state in the stalemate with Spider-Man for half an hour was his mental state. Spider-Man's trash talk attack almost made him lose his mind.

A good fighter must have a clear fighting mind and the wisdom to calmly analyze the situation, and Kant is losing this part of his ability at this time, especially when the urging voice keeps coming from the communication device.

A cold light flashed in Kant's eyes. He loosened his hand, moved his wrist, lowered his tone and said, "I thought you were just a few brats, not worth my real ability. Now I want to tell you that you have angered me, and you will pay the price for it!"

Helen, who digested power the fastest, came over, yawned, picked her ears and said, "Has anyone told you that you are old-fashioned? What era is it that still recites such villain lines? Even if you say "I want you to understand my pain", it is much more fashionable than this."

Kant finally couldn't stand it anymore. He pressed a button on his arm armor, and then the yellow and purple armor flashed with energy. The purple-gold energy field spread from him, and then converged to the surface of the armor. Kant stretched out his hands and pushed hard against the door.

"Hah!!!!"

"Uh!"

Spider-Man made a short breath and slid back about ten centimeters. Helen stood by with her arms folded and asked, "Do you need help?"

Spider-Man's spider compound eyes slowly narrowed. He looked at the small gap in the door that was gradually pushed open and raised his voice and said, "Mr. Hercules, is this your trump card?"

"Heh, what do you little brats know?! His Majesty Darkseid has the strongest technological system in the universe. All of our weapons have been optimized countless times. My armor can greatly enhance my explosive power. If you don't want to break your arm, give up resistance!"

Helen shuddered, rubbed the goose bumps on her arm with her hands and said, "He is so rustic that I scratch my toes. The Mandarin, a villain who has been hiding for decades, is not as good as him. Where was he just dug out? ! "

Spider-Man sighed lightly. He looked at Kant, who was staring at him fiercely with his bloodshot eyes against the crack of the door, and said, "Do you know what the most dangerous part of this game is?"

Before Kant could answer, Spider-Man asked himself and answered, "I can't touch you, so I can use the power that can't be used on humans on this door..."

"Hahahahaha! What nonsense are you talking about..."

Kant suddenly found that the resistance he encountered was weakened. He was about to return Spider-Man's trash talk to him, and the next second, an irresistible force came.

"Bang!!!!!!!!!!"

Looking at Kant flying to the end of the corridor, Spider-Man stood in the crack of the door while pushing the door and said, "I told you, you're so lame."

Kant, who was hit on the wall at the end, struggled to fall down and lay on the ground. He turned his head and saw his broken arm armor. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Spider-Man, but saw a skinny boy who was not strong at all.

"How can this be..."

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!"

A series of crazy laughs rang out, and Kant, who was lying on the ground, heard a sharp female laugh coming from the room behind Spider-Man. The malice and madness in the laugh made his brain tremble.

"Who laughed so badly just now?!" A thinner figure with long hair suddenly appeared in the dark corridor, and the shadow of the boning knife was stretched very long by the faint light.

They came out, this is a chance! Kant's eyes flashed, and they were indeed a group of little brats. Couldn't he pretend to be weak to trick them out? So easy to be fooled?

At the same time, Gray Mist complained in Schiller's mind: "I swear I have purified almost all the darkness in that energy, but she is particularly good at absorbing darkness. Now she has really become Harley Quinn."

"She may just be too excited before and has never vented it. She finally has an opponent and more power, so she has gone completely crazy. I guess she will be fine in a while." Schiller replied.

Kant narrowed his eyes until Harley approached and saw her childish face. Kant showed a disdainful smile. He guessed right. This room is full of children, most likely all Batman's children.

With so many gains to meet Lord Desaad, not only is there a hope of reinstatement, but if the plan against Batman is effective, he will definitely be able to go further.

Kant's clenched fists and the muscles on his arms were ready to go. Almost at the moment when his thigh muscles were tensed, he turned into an invisible airflow, bounced repeatedly on the walls on both sides of the narrow corridor, and appeared directly beside Harley with a strange body movement that ordinary people could hardly catch.

With his hair flying, Kant's face appeared behind Harley's ear. Along with the sound of his fist breaking through the air, he whispered: "Too slow, little girl."

Suddenly, Kant saw the mirror image of his eyes. The huge boning knife floated quietly in front of his eyes, and on the side close to the handle were Harley's eyes full of evil smiles, which were mostly blocked by her long hair in front of her forehead.

"Swish! Swish, swish, swish!"

Kant crossed his arms and blocked quickly. Just a boning knife cut hundreds of marks on his hand within two seconds. Putting down his arms, Kant saw the knife fly back to the girl's hand.

"Telekinesis? Object control magic?" Kant murmured, and he thought, this girl is the powerful individual among humans that Weiman had been talking about before? Is the boy behind her the same?

All of Batman's children are strong individuals, so how strong should he be?

Kant shook his head slightly, getting rid of his chaotic thoughts, but at the moment when his eyes focused, platinum hair brushed across his nose, and when his eyes turned to the right unconsciously, a crazy smiling face just passed by his side.

"Sizzle-bang!"

The blade cut across the neck, stirring up a series of transparent ripples, and Kant's body turned with it, flying backwards with the momentum, landing heavily on the ground, and then covering his neck with his hands.

"Hahaha, the technology of Apokolips is not something that your primitive civilization can understand. The force field of the armor covers the whole body, and your knife can't cut it!"

Kant, who was half-kneeling on the ground, paused, re-energized his thigh muscles, and quickly turned his eyeballs. The moment Harley, holding a long knife, stepped on the wall and was locked in the center of his pupils, Kant jumped high, kicked one foot at the junction of the wall and the ceiling, and swung the other leg out with the force, attacking Harley's waist like a whip.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Harley laughed wildly, and the endless knife light slashed on her legs. She flexibly drilled down, avoided the whip kick in the air, and rushed over from the corner of the ground.

Kant, who was originally concentrating on attacking, suddenly felt a sense of irritation rising from his heart. He stopped and landed, and 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 female ghost, she tilted her neck and raised her head, 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 from Harley's mouth and nose.