Earth Defenders is the result of Danas's own translation.

Based on the meaning of the word, it can also be translated as guardian of the earth or protector of the earth.

But Danas had never heard of any translation.

He turned his head and looked at Yamu, both of them had confused expressions on their faces.

After some thought, they decided to follow this group of people and see what was going on.

Danas took out a space treasure, activated the mirror space, and escaped into it with Yamu.

The two flew in the air above the convoy, following them out of the neighborhood and into a remote mental hospital in the suburbs.

When the vehicle stopped in the open space in the front yard, three well-figured female nurses came over. They chatted and laughed with the field staff who led the team, while patiently taking the crazy woman over.

Two young female nurses supported the crazy woman and led her towards the white-walled building in front.

Another older middle-aged female nurse with blonde hair stayed behind and signed a handover agreement with a man in black.

After returning the signed paper to the nurse, the man in black looked at the crazy woman's back and sighed.

"She's a poor creature, too... How did she get out this time?"

"It's still Liya." The middle-aged blonde nurse whispered, "This girl has shown compassion again."

"I guess so." The man in black sighed, and then asked in confusion, "By the way, why didn't I see her this time? Was she put in solitary confinement by you?"

The middle-aged blonde nurse shook her head: "I fired her."

"Fired?" The man in black was a little surprised, then shook his head and sighed, "How ruthless!"

The middle-aged blonde nurse said softly, "This is for her own good. Her personality is really not suitable for this job."

After briefly chatting about some gossip, the team of men in black got into the car again and left in a hurry.

The middle-aged blonde female nurse also put away the handover agreement and walked towards the mental hospital.

In the mirror space, Danas and Yamu looked at each other, still not understanding where this place was.

"Riddler, get the hell out of Gotham!"

Danas couldn't help but complain while holding his forehead.

Yamu frowned and said, "How about... catch someone and ask him?"

Danas immediately lowered his arms and looked at Yamu with sharp eyes.

…

In the director's office of a mental hospital, a bald old man in a white shirt was humming a ditty from the last century while drinking coffee and flipping through a suspicious magazine with a bikini girl on the cover.

Suddenly, a big hand stretched out from the side of the old man and grabbed his collar.

The bald old man was stunned for a moment, and before he could scream, he was dragged into an unknown world.

In the huge dean's office, there was only a fallen magazine, a spilled cup of coffee, and an empty office chair that was spinning by itself.

In the mirror space, a bald old man with disheveled clothes sat on the ground, looking at the two tall figures in front of him with horror.

Both of them were dressed in black, their figures hidden in the shadows beside the windows of the mirror space office. Their entire bodies were covered by a huge black cloak, revealing only two black masks that covered half of their faces.

Wait, a black half-face mask?

The old man calmed down from his fear and looked at the two men carefully. His eyes focused on the triangular ears above the black masks, and then he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Batman?!"

“…”

Yamu was so upset that he couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "Damn it, don't you have any other masks?"

Danas shrugged and said innocently, "There are also clown masks and Flash helmets. Do you need them?"

Yamu imagined what it would be like to be interrogated while wearing a clown mask, and sighed dejectedly: "Forget it, let's go with Batman!"

After saying that, he stepped out of the shadows, met the bald old man's horrified gaze, and without saying a word, he punched him in the face, then glared at him fiercely and said, "Speak or not!"

The bald old man was stunned by his actions. He collapsed to the ground with his face covered, unable to speak for a while.

"Still a tough nut to crack..."

Yamu nodded and walked forward, clenching his fists until they made a crackling sound.

The bald old man was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly. He did not bother to guess the identities of the two psychopaths. He immediately shouted in grief and anger: "I'll tell you! I'll tell you! Ask me what you want me to say!"

After the words fell, Yamu stopped and turned to look at Danas in surprise: "Didn't I ask?"

Danas thought about it, nodded with certainty and said, "You didn't ask."

Yamu's face showed realization. He turned to look at the terrified bald old man on the ground, and a stiff smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the Batman mask.

"Sorry. My bad."

The bald old man was even more frightened by this smile.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about right, Yamu immediately put his arms into his black bat cloak and asked in a low voice: "Tell me honestly, who are you and what kind of organization is the Earth Guardians?"

The bald old man was slightly startled, and then his eyes dodged: "This..."

Danas sighed and said, "It seems he doesn't want to talk about it."

Yamu also raised his hand cooperatively, and on his right hand was a bat-knuckle that was burned red.

Seeing this scene, the bald old man's psychological defenses were completely broken.

He had just left that bloody hellhole and had earned a leisurely civilian job thanks to his years of hard work, but he didn't expect to be tortured to death by two inexplicable psychopaths.

The bald old man moved back in fear and shouted, "I said, I said, we are the logistics department of the Earth Guardians, and we are responsible for the aftermath of some sacrifices' families."

"Earth Guardians is a transnational organization jointly established by various countries. It is also the highest institution that manages blood sacrifice rituals..."

Sacrifice? Blood ritual?

Yamu raised an eyebrow, still looking somewhat puzzled.

Danas frowned and thought for a while, and his expression suddenly became strange.

"Wait, Yamu, I think I know what kind of world this is..."

"What world?"

"A very interesting horror movie, The Cabin in the Woods, have you heard of it?"

Seeing that Yamu still looked confused, Danas knew that he must not have seen this horror movie, so he walked up to him, knocked the bald old man unconscious in front of his horrified eyes, and then turned to look at Yamu.

"This is a film that satirizes modern assembly-line horror films. The plot and setting of the film are very innovative."

"If I remember correctly, there are ancient gods sleeping underground in this world. These gods have bad tempers and get angry almost every year. Only by offering sacrifices to the gods on time can we maintain the stability of mankind and the earth."

"Because of this, humans secretly formed an organization responsible for managing blood sacrifice rituals."

"And this organization selects five lucky people every year as sacrifices to appease the wrath of the old gods."

Yamu couldn't help but ask: "Five, why five?"

Danas shrugged and said, "If this were a movie, I would tell you that this is a satire of the templated character settings of the protagonists of modern horror movies, but since this is a real world, I can only say that this is a rigid rule of the blood sacrifice ceremony."

"Five humans, five sacrifices. And we can't just pick them randomly. We have to choose qualified sacrifices based on their specific identities and personalities. The younger the better."

Yamu frowned tightly and became angrier the more he listened.

He suppressed his anger and asked, "What kind of personality?"

Danas said softly, "As the times change, the personalities of the five sacrifices are constantly changing. In the beginning, they should be a prostitute, a warrior, a wise man, a fool, and a virgin."

"Now it's **, athlete, scholar, idiot, virgin."

"In addition to the character settings, the order of sacrifice is also very particular. It must be carried out one by one in the order I just mentioned. There cannot be any mistakes in any link in the middle, otherwise it will anger the old gods and cause the earth to fall into doomsday catastrophe."

At this point, Danas paused, turned his head and looked towards the ward where the crazy woman was, and whispered, "The black guy said that Paris's madness was caused by the disappearance of her son three years ago. Her son is a doctor who moved out of the low-cost residential area with his mother. Therefore, Paris's son should be the scholar among the five sacrifices three years ago..."

Yamu snorted angrily, and his eyes turned unfriendly as he looked at the unconscious old man.

Danas stopped him and sighed, "Don't be impulsive. Think about the energy level of this world. Those sleeping ancient gods are very powerful. Humanity's current technology cannot compete with them."

"From a big picture perspective, sacrificing five young people to save the world is indeed the best choice."

Yamu glanced at him and said, "Danas, do you think this is right too?"

Danas shook his head and said, "This is not a question of right or wrong. Personally, if someone asked me to choose between five people and the whole world, I would definitely beat him up and let him know who has the final say. But...what if this person is Boss Lin?"

Yamu shook his head and said, "Boss Lin would never ask such a question. He would only kill people who asked such a question."

Danas said helplessly: "It's just a metaphor. What I mean is that in the face of absolute power, the option of killing the person who asked the question is not feasible. We must choose between the individual and the whole."

"From a personal perspective, I also feel that this organization is not doing its job."

"But from the perspective of all mankind, they did save the world..."

At this point, Danas changed the subject and said helplessly: "Forget it, discussing this kind of issue is really not suitable for us. Let's just go and talk to those old gods!"

"Since the Lord God has found this world, there is no way he will let those old gods go."

"If we find the old god, we should also find the soul of the main god of this world..."

After these words were spoken, Yamu and Danas finally reached an agreement.

The two men threw the unconscious bald old man back to the office, then quietly left the mental hospital and began to look for this year's five lucky winners according to Danas' memory.