Chapter 2928: When Night Falls (Part Ten)

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"Just a bunch of rats from the gutter." The Arkham Knight stowed away his sniper rifle, looking at the bodies scattered on the ground, he shook his head slightly, and then turned his gaze to the Necromancer, Doctor Strange.

"Since you practice Necromancy, can you extract from these dead men who it was that transformed them?"

"Don't rush." Doctor Strange maintained his slightly arrogant elegance, he said, "If we find the source that quickly, wouldn't that be boring?"

The Arkham Knight chuckled, he enjoyed dealing with people like this, free from sanctimonious morality, sufficiently wicked and violent.

"But if we cannot pose a greater threat to them, why would they send more rats our way?" he asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, there's a special connection between all sharp-toothed rats, they can sense each other's death, so as long as we kill enough, there will always be some tough guys coming after us."

Doctor Strange rested his eyes on the Arkham Knight's helmet and said, "Are you sure you can handle it, kid?"

"Mind your own business first." Having said that, the Arkham Knight leaped downwards, his hook swinging, and he landed heavily on the ground.

"A tough guy's coming our way." Doctor Strange's volume remained unchanged, yet his voice clearly reached the Arkham Knight's ear.

By this time no further warning was needed; the serene moonlight shone down, making everything around bright and dreamy as if within an illusion.

The Arkham Knight looked up and saw a full moon that should not have been there.

A tall figure appeared at the end of the street, the Red Cloak falling to his feet, Doctor Strange touched the ground with the tips of his toes and moved his nose.

"Yes, that bloody scent, are we in trouble?"

"He's the one in trouble."

After a faint whizzing sound, two shadows collided, the Arkham Knight looked down at the golden candelabra beneath his gauntlet and at the hand holding the candelabra that had been charred black, and he sighed lightly.

"Interesting."

After they separated, they both looked at each other carefully, Doctor Strange slightly frowned upon seeing the iron mask on the other's face, anyone with medical experience would recognize what type of person would wear such a mask.

"Be careful, he might be a madman."

Pale fingers lifted slightly, and seven or eight ragged corpses burrowed out, the Arkham Knight noticed that these vampire corpses were more damaged than when he had seen them before, indeed even Necromancers have weaknesses, their summoned creatures have a time limit.

Under the moonlight, every movement of the opposite side was clearly visible, no one intended to stop that figure merely with these Undead Vampires, but the speed at which they were defeated was still quite astounding.

The frontmost Undead Vampire lunged with its claws only to be flung aside; the strength of that man was unbelievably great, the vampire flung against the wall came apart, and the second vampire that pounced had its neck snapped instantaneously.

In a trance, he moved, the golden glow flashed, the large candelabra pierced through the chest pinning the Undead Vampire aloft, and then, as if throwing away trash, he flung it to the side.

The last vampire was first kicked in the knee, falling to his knees, the candelabra held high above his head was then forcefully plunged down.

Splat!

"Something bloodier than you has arrived." Doctor Strange moved his lips.

The Arkham Knight slightly bent his knees, the dual blades extending from his arm armor shone exceptionally sharp under the moonlight.

He moved.

The two figures collided again, and amidst the flashing of blades, the sound of gold and iron clashing was like the ominous tolling of Deathstroke.

"Wait, something's not right… Stop fighting!"

Doctor Strange's voice rose in the ears of both men, they paused slightly, but found that among the shadows around them, countless blood-red eyes lit up.

The blades on the armors retracted, transforming into twin guns, the eyes within the Arkham Knight's mask narrowed, and he cocked his head slightly.

These rats certainly came fast.

A vampire leaped high, almost eclipsing all sunlight, but in the next second, like an arrow released from the bow, the golden candelabra with a grating whizz crashed heavily through his chest; blood scattered like petals thrown by celestial maidens.

"What's going on? Aren't they on the same side?" Doctor Strange furrowed his brow slightly.

But he had no more time to ponder, as the vampires around him crazily surged towards him, their target was very clear — it was his own body.

One's own body is almost every Magician's weakness, and the same went for Necromancers, moreover, Doctor Strange had been wounded earlier by his doppelgänger, and if he was clutched at with a claw now, the trouble would be greatly magnified.

"These vampires are not mindless monsters." The Arkham Knight analyzed as he handled the attack of a vampire: "They seem to have a conscious mind, yet are driven to attack us; it seems we need to find the source quickly."

In the interlude of dealing with an attacking vampire, he brushed past the man with the mask, what felt oppressive was that the man's eyes had no red glow, they were as snowy white as the moonlight, looking very eerie.

"Hey, that guy, if you're on our side, watch out and don't accidentally strike us." Doctor Strange said somewhat displeased, as that guy had just slashed another summoned Undead Vampire.

"Too fragile." A hoarse voice rang in everyone's ears at the same time, making them shudder.

Doctor Strange cursed, then shouted to the Arkham Knight, "Something's not right, we need to think of a way to escape."

The Arkham Knight glanced back at Doctor Strange, knowing his current condition was not good; although it was a prime time for slaughter, that candelabra-wielding fellow was too weird, it was better to retreat first.

But the opponent clearly did not plan on giving them such an opportunity, as the Arkham Knight turned to leave, another beam of moonlight fell, and the tall figure appeared before him again.

"You're right, he's a madman."

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the golden candelabra swung towards him, the Arkham Knight leaped into the air, flipping to fire five shots midair. Two bullets were dodged perfectly, the remaining three hit him but left no traces on his body.

Arkham Knight saw him shrouded in cold moonlight; that gentle glow seemingly became an impenetrable armor. Three bullets floated out, flew into his hands, squeezed tightly, then gently dropped to the ground.

Clatter.

A small coin hit the floor as another slender figure emerged from the shadows. Arkham Knight turned his head and, upon seeing the half-destroyed face, he spat out a name.

"Two-Face."

"No matter who you two are, you now have only two choices, submit to the great King of Vampires, or... die."

Arkham Knight clearly saw the shock and disbelief filling Two-Face's eyes as the golden candelabra flew towards him at that moment.

"They really aren't together! Attack!"

Without needing to be reminded by Doctor Strange, Arkham Knight flew into the fray, his blade chopping down on Two-Face, who scattered into bats to dodge the candelabra. Unfortunately, he only struck one of the small, black fog-covered bats, as the other instantly reformed into human shape at another location.

"Stop wasting your effort, vampires are the superior beings..."

"So superior they can't even face the sunlight?" Arkham Knight had honed the skill of trash-talking during a fight, but it was useless against Batman as the other didn't respond.

"Because the sun is unnecessary." Two-Face snarled viciously, "You will soon be permanently deprived of it!"

"What about the moon then?" The eerie voice still raised hairs.

At the sound of the whooshing air, Two-Face tried to scatter into bats as before, but when a ray of moonlight fell upon him, he was shocked to find he couldn't move.

Arkham Knight put away his stance, sneered, and said, "I didn't expect you to be a magician, what should I call you?"

"Moonlight." The other actually responded.

The sharp end of the golden candelabra was pressed against Two-Face's lower jaw, as Arkham Knight approached, stating, "I ask, you answer, how about it?"

"In your dreams!" Two-Face glared, his disfigured half face looking even more terrifying under such a ferocious expression.

Another hand was placed on the candelabra, the act of holding the massive artifact from below with both hands looked remarkably devout.

The next second, with a squelch, brain matter splattered onto Arkham Knight's face. Wiping his face, he complained.

"Did you really have to be so bloody?"

The candelabra was pulled back, Two-Face's body collapsed powerlessly, his eyes wide open in death, staring at the full moon above.

"Give it up, servants can never speak their master's name." Doctor Strange was clearly more professional, "Let alone the King of Vampires, he can't even say who his own father is."

"Father?"

"The one who turned him." Doctor Strange had his Undead Vampires block the assaults from other vampire minions, speaking unhurriedly, "Usually, the transformed can't resist their transformer and must obey them unquestioningly, unable to defy."

"Is the King of Vampires the father of all vampires?"

"Maybe so, but it's also possible he's just an especially powerful one among them." Doctor Strange suggested, "Some people's bloodlines are special enough that they gain greater powers upon being transformed, in which case they might be able to control their transformer in return."

Arkham Knight turned to look at the figure bathed in the moonlight, who was also looking back at him.

"I am a player." The first words from the other sent a shock through him.

"Can vampires participate in Battleworld?" Arkham Knight raised an eyebrow.

"They should be able to, though he doesn't seem like a natural-born vampire." Doctor Strange said, "He likely was transformed after coming to this world."

"You mean he was bitten? Who has that power? Could it be the Batman of this cosmos has also turned into a vampire?"

"Perhaps he consented to it." Doctor Strange stroked his other hand, "Vampires have many weaknesses, but they also possess powerful strengths. If you're not bothered by these drawbacks, then it might be the quickest way to boost one's power."

"I'd rather not turn myself into a rat in the gutter." Arkham Knight said, glancing at the figure beside him, feeling there was more to the story.

"Vampires don't have the power of moonlight, and being transformed into a monster doesn't suddenly give one combat skills. These might've been his original abilities."

"If that's the case, the power of a vampire is just icing on the cake for him. Why bear so many costs for that bit of strength?"

Arkham Knight keenly felt that the other might have gained some additional benefits from this transaction that he didn't know about. Perhaps those things hidden beneath the surface were the key to his decision.

"Since you're not with them, maybe you'd like to join us?" Doctor Strange made an invitation to recruit.

The other slowly turned around, his eyes, barely visible, scanned up and down before uttering the same phrase.

"Too fragile."

He turned and walked towards the area where the moonlight was fading, prompting Arkham Knight to ask instinctively, "Where are you going?"

"Wayne Manor."

Arkham Knight's heart surged instantly.