Chapter 80 Arkham AK Barrel "Are you a genuine priest?" ...

The black text on the white paper was printed in neat, crisp characters.

[To players:]

In this battle, you will play as a priest; the player is the character, so please conceal your true identity.

Your identity is: Pastor.

[Character Background: You were born in Gotham Crime Alley and are now the master of this church. You are a devout and upright pastor who, for the sake of justice, confronts the city's deepest evils, helps the weak, and possesses courage and a fighting spirit. You protect Gotham in your own way.]

The familiar tone is reminiscent of the style of World Consciousness, bringing back memories of the days when players still had game panels.

Flames appeared out of nowhere and scorched the paper strip. Wen Yue let go, and the paper strip was instantly burned to ashes in mid-air and blown away by a sudden breeze without leaving a trace.

The black, simple robe was made of soft material. Wen Yue put the robe over her original shirt, gathered it up neatly, and a solemn and devout pastor appeared with an upright posture.

Feeling his pockets, the player discovered a priest's certificate inside his robe, demonstrating the world's awareness's thorough consideration.

The first thing to do after completing the disguise was to check the inventory. Wen Yue flipped through her game backpack. The Batman gadgets brought by the player who didn't believe in evil were gone. Only the Parademons xN, Mother Box, Omega Ray, and High Caste Blade remained.

The influence of the Black God's power transcends the present, past, and future, fundamentally transforming them. Countless Parademons, influenced by the players, become fallen angels intimately connected with the Black God.

The Mother Box and Omega Rays in the player's hands are imbued with the essence of the Black God, becoming artifacts in the player's hands. However, the power of the Black God has a distorted nature that the player cannot control, and the specific effects of those two items are still unknown before the experiment.

Jason's Highcaste Blade contained the Omnipotent Authority that the player had previously placed inside, and the ruby ​​fused with the raven was influenced by the player's Omniscient and Omnipotent Authority; both were causally intertwined with the Authority of God. It was to be expected that they could be smuggled over with the player.

The player had expected that their fully loaded game backpack would be reduced to just a few pitiful items, but it still hurt a little.

Life is always full of ups and downs. After all this time, the wealthy player was ultimately defeated by his opponent and lost to the rules of the game. Now, only the three trump cards stolen from Darkseid can bring the player some solace. The player has already made up his mind to go back and check his opponent's inventory, and then go to Darkseid to buy some more to recover his losses.

As night falls, it is also late at night in Gotham, this world.

With a deafening roar of a rocket launcher, a fierce gunfight followed, and Gotham City revealed its true face in the dead of night.

As time passed, the sound of bullets hitting the ground grew closer and closer. Wen Yue's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.

The lights suddenly went out, plunging the church into darkness, with only a few rays of light and shadow cast through the stained glass windows.

Wen Yue glanced sideways in disbelief. The neon lights outside the window were dazzling, and the skyscrapers were brightly lit. It was obvious that only her church, the place of this great grudge, had been affected.

I never expected Gotham to treat outsiders so equally, not only excluding outsiders but also targeting people from outside the area.

With a heartbroken expression, Wen Yue rummaged through the church, finding only candles as light. She struck a match to light the candles and hallucinated the Little Match Girl.

The candle emitted a soft, warm light. In the dim candlelight, dappled shadows flickered, and the outlines of things appeared and disappeared. Wen Yue glanced back and noticed something unusual.

The church suddenly felt much emptier. Wen Yue glanced around and then looked up suddenly. The large cross on the steps had vanished.

With her gaze fixed on the raven preening its feathers nonchalantly to the side, Wen Yue said expressionlessly, "Spit it out."

The raven, whose mind was controlled by evil, was drooling over the Sangu Demon, making the culprit behind the disappearance of the cross obvious.

The raven blinked its red, beady eyes, tilting its head innocently as if it didn't understand.

Old Bat pursed his thin lips and said seriously, "You can't eat everything. Being picky about food is a good virtue."

The raven's beady eyes darted around once, then it folded its trembling wings and nodded its head perfunctorily.

Faced with the child nodding without taking any action, and with a cunning glint in his eyes that he couldn't hide, Wen Yue could only give him a suspicious look and helplessly let the matter drop.

It's uncontrollable, completely uncontrollable.

Night had fallen, and all should have been quiet, yet the constant roar of gunfire disturbed the peace. Wen Yue yawned, her eyelids drooping, and couldn't help but wonder if Gotham in this world was... at war? The arrogant fighting had been going on for so long, and Batman hadn't done anything about it. Had the Batmobile broken down tonight?

The sounds of gunfire drew closer once more, and Wen Yue raised her eyes warily: "Let's hope they don't launch a second attack."

"Bang! Bang! Boom—"

The deafening roar of the shells was deafening. Wen Yue huddled behind the bench with Raven, her heart finally at peace.

Looking at the mess in front of her church, the collapsed walls, and the stained glass window with a hole in one side, Wen Yue lost all control of her expression and her eyes were empty.

The harsh reality slapped the players in the face.

Laxative, on her first day in this world, her only possessions were blown up, leaving her homeless.

Gravity slammed the figure heavily behind Wen Yue, who turned around, holding the candle. In the dim light, the figure, who had been half-crouched, slowly rose. A blue helmet peeked out from under the shade of a bench, and their eyes met.

“Brother, your outfit looks familiar, a bit like a knight…” Wen Yue was stunned.

“Arkham Knight,” the other person replied.

"Oh, so you must be cosplaying, right?" Wen Yue's eyes were full of hope; she couldn't let the players actually do it.

"I am the Arkham Knight." The real Jason Todd of this world shatters the player's illusions.

Not long ago, Arkham Knight and Batman had their final showdown, and both of them revealed each other's masks. After Jason was defeated by Batman, he took advantage of Batman's distraction while he was on a phone call with his butler to escape. It took him quite a bit of effort to retrieve his lost helmet.

"Excuse me, I've disturbed you." Wen Yue was about to run away when she stopped abruptly: Wait, this is my church.

“No.” Wen Yue gave AK a reproachful look, then turned to AK and said righteously, “You’re the one who disturbed us.”

“I thought most of the citizens had left after Scarecrow’s announcement that he was going to drop chemical weapons on Gotham.” Jason looked around, then his gaze finally settled on the player: “I didn’t expect there were still some who had slipped through the net.”

"What?" Wen Yue exclaimed in surprise.

Scarecrow, the player's nemesis, was the source of many misunderstandings after the last time players were caught in the terrifying gas attack, which led to a frenzy of fanatical pursuit of Batman.

Now, the player arrives in a new world, where the Scarecrow clone achieves another great feat, aiming to conquer the entire city and driving away most of Gotham's locals.

As expected, each generation is stronger than the last; Batman in this world has it really tough.

Jason drew two pistols from his waist: "You'd better tell me who you are." Every house and every street and alley in this area had been thoroughly searched by his militiamen; anyone who could evade the search was no ordinary person.

"I..." The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at her. Wen Yue gasped, her expression revealing a slight bitterness: If she said she was Bruce Wayne now, she would definitely be shot dead on the spot.

Wen Yue had learned about the story of Arkham Knights.

The story begins the same way as the main plot: Jason is caught red-handed by Batman for stealing Batmobile tires and is later adopted by Batman, also known as Bruce Wayne, becoming the second son of the Wayne family and the second Robin.

The twist always comes unexpectedly. In an explosion, Jason and the Joker disappeared together. Afterwards, Batman received an image of the Joker killing Jason, but in reality, Jason was still alive. Jason was imprisoned in Arkham for a year, where the Joker's torture and mind control caused Jason's mental state to break down, but he never gave in.

It wasn't until he learned that Batman had a third Robin that all his pain turned into anger towards Batman, who then abandoned him.

Jason escaped during the Arkham Asylum incident and turned Deathstroke, the mercenary who came to kill him, against his own side. Through his knowledge and access to Bruce Wayne, he entered Wayne Tower and obtained a large amount of money. He used the money to hire militia, buy tanks, and build his own power base, calling himself the Arkham Knight. He returned to Gotham and cooperated with the villains to launch a revenge campaign against Batman.

The continuous artillery fire and fierce battles in Gotham tonight have an answer: AK Barrel is not wearing a tactical headset and is breathing calmly, so he must have talked to Batman not long ago.

But no matter what, Jason's hatred for Batman has not been let go.

After weighing her options, Wen Yue tilted her head slightly, adopting a solemn, dignified, and serene posture: "I am the pastor of this church, my name is Jie..."

Oh no, how did "Jay" suddenly pop up out of nowhere? What's "Jay"? Jackson? The Joker's real name is Jack, and it's said that the personal safety of similar celebrities would be greatly challenged.

"Jason Wen." Thinking of the possible "J" etched on AK's face by the Joker, Wen Yue could only think that this name wouldn't trigger any issues. Jason was a common and reasonable name, and the player who uttered the pseudonym breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh?" Jason didn't lower his two guns; instead, he brought the muzzles even closer. Calling him Jason was fine, but using the same name when facing him felt like a provocation.

Facing Jason's still suspicious gaze, Wen Yue perked up, "Names are irrelevant. Anyway, I'm the pastor of this church, so just call me Pastor."

"Amitabha..." He misspoke; it wasn't Amitabha Buddha, it was Amen.

That was close; I almost messed up the character's persona.

The hand that was originally raised turned and clasped its head against her heart. Wen Yue was desperate about her brain short-circuiting at this inopportune moment, and tried to salvage the situation by acting.

With her eyes closed and her mind at peace, she sought to liberate all sentient beings.

The candlelight flickered, blurring the figures' outlines. The player, with gentle features, an upright posture, and an air of solemnity and mystery, stood in the hall, radiating a jade-like brilliance.

"Are you a legitimate pastor?"

Ignoring Jason's questions, the player began rapidly reciting the Tao Te Ching in a low voice, muttering incoherently and putting on a convincing act.

She has her stubbornness.

"Stop reading." Jason put down his gun and tapped the bench, saying impatiently, "Shut up."

Wen Yue immediately heeded the advice, looked up at Jason wearing the blue helmet and gave him an awkward smile, "You understand now, I'm the real deal." She pulled out her priest's certificate from her pocket to increase her credibility.

"The fake document is well made." Jason commented indifferently, without even touching it or examining it closely before determining its authenticity.

"What right do you have to slander someone's innocence?" Wen Yue said, feeling wronged.

"As long as you say 'Amen' with your hand on your heart and don't move," Jason commented. "But if you even make the sign of the cross..."

Words may be finite, but meaning is infinite.

Wen Yue lowered her head, a strange sense of guilt creeping over her.

"..." Even the credentials specially prepared by the world consciousness couldn't get the players involved.

Moonlight poured down, and silence was everywhere.

Finally, Wen Yue cleared her throat and broke the silence, quickly finding a new angle: "I hope we can put aside our prejudices, so that I won't hold it against you for breaking up my church."

"What does the hole in your church have to do with me?" Jason said calmly. "It was done by those militiamen who drive tanks in Gotham. It has nothing to do with me."

Wen Yue pointed incredulously, her fingers trembling so much from excitement she was practically having Parkinson's: "You, you, you..." Doesn't this guy even know who the militia's commander is?

Jason twirled his dual pistols, giving the player a threatening look. After he revealed his identity and was defeated by Batman, the militia had been taken over by Scarecrow and Deathstroke; how could he be blamed for their actions?

Wen Yue, being pragmatic, immediately calmed down and couldn't help but sigh, "In this vast sea of ​​people, our acquaintance is a kind of retribution." The player's retribution has arrived.

Jason scoffed, saying meaningfully, "You seem to know quite a lot." Whether it's his identity as an Arkham Knight or his militia, this information isn't exactly confidential, but ordinary people wouldn't know it.

"I surf the internet a lot." Wen Yue had some knowledge of most of the DC universe and was very familiar with some of the famous storylines. Knowing that even Jason, as an Arkham Knight, wouldn't indiscriminately kill innocent people, Wen Yue didn't actually have much wariness or suspicion towards him.