Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Rain of Redemption
"Not arrogant enough! Show me more arrogance!"
Alan held up the ultraviolet laser gun and opened fire on the fleeing vampires. A single hit, and the target was reduced to ashes on the spot. In the past, he hadn't had the proper conditions, so he could only resort to close combat. Now that he had inherited a massive fortress base, Alan had, of course, made a great deal of equipment to deal with various situations.
"Run!"
The remaining vampires scattered. Previously, they had thought they had a sure win; against a mortal, they would surely triumph if they worked together. Now, the other side had abandoned all pretense of morality and was directly wielding high-tech weapons, and the situation had reversed in an instant.
"Don't run!"
Alan chased and killed the vampires. For those without protective clothing, the power of a laser beam was no less than that of a missile. Of course, the ultraviolet laser only worked against vampires. Under normal circumstances, its only use was probably for detecting counterfeit banknotes.
The altar had become a battlefield between Eric and Frost. Eric was no match for Frost in his Blood God form. In the movie, Frost had died from the reversal potion, his entire body swelling up and exploding. But at the moment, Eric only had a silver sword in his hand and no other tools to help him. Even with the help of the blood-burning potion, he couldn't seem to land an effective blow. The effect of the potion was not only to enhance his various physical abilities but also to increase his endurance and eliminate pain. All of this, however, had a time limit.
The effect of the medicine finally ended. Eric immediately fell into a state of weakness.
"How can you be this strong?" Frost looked at Eric puzzledly as he stood up again and again. The Daywalker, who was feared by the vampires, must have had his combat data specially collected and analyzed. Eric was a special being; although he had the potential for growth, he also experienced aging like ordinary people. For purebloods, they were unwilling to take risks, as it would be unprofitable to die at Eric's hands. All they needed to do was wait a hundred years until Eric became old, and the problem could be easily solved. Staying alive was the only way for vampires to survive in the world.
"Don't talk nonsense. Only one of us can survive today." Eric raised his sword and attacked. Since he temporarily had no sense of pain and possessed a strong recovery ability, he launched a crazed, relentless assault.
During the fight, Eric's skills were clearly superior. He had grown up under the instruction of vampire hunters. Fighting had been imprinted into every cell of his body, and he responded to various situations with an instinctive reaction. In his Blood God form, Frost was immortal; his body could be instantly restored to its original state even if cut into pieces.
The stalemate lasted for a quarter of an hour. Eric's face was covered in blood, but he was still full of fighting spirit. I am not afraid of pain. I can still fight.
On the contrary, Frost felt something was wrong. His body began to swell uncontrollably, and he relied on his willpower to suppress the changes.
"What's going on? Did something go wrong with the ceremony?" Frost was full of confusion and knocked Eric away again. He looked at the tissue that was constantly bulging and wriggling on his body, as if many rats were crawling back and forth under his skin.
At this time, Eric tried to force himself to stand up, but his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. A feeling of weakness swept over his body, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant. The effect of the medicine had worn off. He had returned to his original state and suddenly felt severe pain in every inch of his body. He had no strength left to fight.
"Oh yeah, I can finally do the commentary." Alan, who had already dealt with the other vampires, stood aside watching the fight, his mouth full of sunflower seed shells. He strolled to the center of the altar, maintaining eye contact with Frost.
"You didn't betray Batman at all. You were the one behind all of this?" Frost asked in disbelief. He kept recalling what had happened in his mind and felt that there were many problems and that the situation in Gotham could not be saved.
"And now, for the grand reveal!" Alan pointed with one hand, supported his non-existent glasses with the other, and spat out a mouthful of sunflower seed shells. He confessed, "I am the real mastermind behind this."
"When I get ruthless, I even sell out my teammates." Alan stuffed another handful of sunflower seeds into his mouth.
Eric, lying on the ground, deeply agreed that he was the poor soul who had been sold.
"It's strange why my body has problems."
Alan said proudly, "I added something to the anesthetic needle."
The anesthetic injection! Suddenly, Frost recalled that Eric had been unconscious due to the injection and hadn't considered this issue at all.
"That's a blood toxin specifically targeting you. It can make your blood coagulate and swell, and then explode on the spot," Alan said in a mean way. Even if Frost were confused when injecting the target in front of him, he would not just sit there and wait for death. If he were not careful, Frost might escape, and he would have created a powerful enemy for no reason. Therefore, with Eric as the medium, Frost had absorbed the toxins in his blood himself, which was foolproof.
"Hey, do you have any questions? You've already been poisoned, so why did you let Blade fight with you for so long?"
"…"
If Alan hadn't reminded him, he truly wouldn't have noticed the problem.
"The answer is simple. It allows you to move more so that the blood can circulate throughout your body, thus accelerating the activation of the toxins."
Damn it! Only a madman could come up with this! Frost felt his IQ being rubbed against the ground.
"You just want to kill me?" Frost asked. "What about Gotham City?" That's right, Gotham City was now filled with zombie-like vampires. Even if all the invading vampires were wiped out, the fallen city could not be saved.
Alan raised his hand and lightly touched the armor on his wrist, and a virtual screen popped up.
"My Robins, how is our plan going?" Alan asked proudly.
"Report to the Comedic Bat, more than eighty percent of the biological rockets have detonated in the clouds." Edward lay in Cobblepot's arms, with the sky above Gotham City in the background. The ground was full of vampires, and they were worried they would be besieged once they landed. In a split-screen picture, Arthur looked a bit miserable, with Oliver riding on him and punching him non-stop. Arthur was used to being beaten every day.
He closed the communication.
"It's going to rain soon." Alan looked up at the skylight.
Frost looked at him in confusion, not understanding the meaning of his words.
Tick-tock…
Little drops of rain fell on the glass, making a crisp echo. Subsequently, the raindrops gradually became denser, pouring down like a rainstorm.
Alan smiled mysteriously. "Don't you want to know how to save Gotham?"
As Frost waited for the other party to give an answer, the changes in his body gradually intensified, and he was already in a state of complete disfigurement.
"The rockets that the three Robins set up in Gotham City are all loaded with the reversal serum, which will be spread to every corner of the city through the rain." Alan paused and said, "Considering that the victims are hiding in buildings, we installed a microwave atomizer in the sewers. Then, the rainwater will penetrate every house through evaporation."
"…"
Bang!
Finally, Frost couldn't hold on any longer. His body expanded to its limit and exploded. After hearing the overall plan, it could be said that he died with peace of mind.
"Unita."
"I'm here, Your Excellency the Commander."
"Start the microwave atomizer."
"Yes, sir."
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(End of Chapter)
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