407. Batman, I’m Not Kidding!

"Reinforcements?"

Dean was slightly stunned, unsure of what Alex meant, thinking he might have misheard.

"Reinforcements?"

Alex didn't immediately answer. Instead, he flashed Dean a mysterious smile.

"Do you remember the last time we met, I told you that this place is a transit station for me to go to two different universes?"

"Of course we remember. You also said you were going to deal with a superhero world affected by a zombie virus. Have you finished with that?" Sam asked, curious.

"Not yet. The situation there is a bit complicated—there are too many zombies. It would be hard for me to handle all that trouble alone in a short amount of time, so I need to find some backup."

Alex shrugged and glanced at the wall clock inside the room before continuing.

"From the looks of things, those friends of mine will be here soon. I didn't expect those demons to cut off our connection to the outside world. Well, let's see who's the one trapped in the jar."

A chill swept through the room, and everyone fell silent, processing the massive news in their minds.

It wasn't until Sam reacted first, a chill running down his spine, that anyone spoke.

"You… you mean—!"

"Yes, Sam, exactly what you think."

Alex raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the couch, speaking casually.

"I've already informed them about the situation here. Before I go to the zombie superhero world, it won't hurt to let them warm up here with the demons."

On the dark road, two demons were fully focused on the pitch-black night, following the instructions of the Red Horseman. They would not let any humans leave here alive.

Unlike ordinary night vision, the demons' pupils allowed them not only to see in the dark but also to detect special scents, making it easy for them to find hidden life forms.

The two demons had been stationed here for a week. Apart from the first day, they hadn't seen a single human try to escape here.

Surveying their surroundings, the shadowy forest, damp rocks, Batman, and the silent houses—all appeared unchanged from before.

Wait.

Batman?!

The demon suddenly shifted its gaze, but the place it had just been looking at was empty.

Stunned, the demon rubbed its eyes, startled. It was the first time in its life it had seen something so strange.

"What's wrong?"

The other demon turned around, confused about what its partner was doing.

"No, nothing, I must have seen wrong."

The demon waved its hand and was about to say something when suddenly it felt a sense of danger coming from behind.

Before it could react, a sharp blade pierced through its throat from behind.

The demon gasped in shock, and its body emitted a crackling sound as crimson light illuminated its bones, revealing its original form.

Ordinary weapons couldn't harm a demon's true body; physical damage only destroyed the flesh it possessed.

But this time was different. The magical weapons left behind by Constantine were all cursed with powerful enchantments. Not only were ordinary demons defenseless against them, but even angels found them hard to avoid.

When the demon saw its partner suddenly killed, it quickly raised the gun in its hand. However, before it could make a move, a heavy punch struck its face.

Taking two steps back, unable to regain balance, a large hand grabbed its neck. The next moment, a bottle was pressed to its mouth, and holy water began to pour into it relentlessly.

"…Ugh! Ah! Ahhh!!"

The excruciating pain surged through the demon's body, causing it to scream in agony. The more it screamed, the more holy water poured into its mouth, intensifying the pain and making it feel like its insides were being torn apart.

After an unknown amount of time, the demon finally drank the entire bottle of holy water. The agonized screams gradually faded.

The hand that had been holding the demon's neck was released, and the demon's limp body collapsed to the ground.

Bruce Wayne looked at the demon, now reduced to a dried husk by the burning holy water, his expression neither sad nor happy. Without a second glance, he turned and blended back into the shadows.

As night fell, the entire town was engulfed in deathly silence.

Some lucky residents, who had managed to survive by chance, stepped out of their homes, attempting to find some food in the surrounding area.

Blake was one of them. He had been a hunter in this town, usually going to the mountains to hunt for game, but for some unknown reason, in just one day, the entire town had turned into hell.

When he saw his neighbor turn into a creature with black eyes, Blake didn't hesitate and shot the man in the head.

Since then, Blake could no longer trust anyone else. Aside from himself, he couldn't trust any of his fellow townspeople, even if their eyes seemed normal.

After surviving, Blake didn't choose to join the other survivors but instead turned his home into a fortress, seeking ways to survive on his own.

Now, his supplies were running low, and Blake had no choice but to go out in search of new food and water. He slowly climbed to the roof of his house, using the scope of his sniper rifle to scan the surroundings for any signs.

The night always gave a sense of danger, especially in this demon-controlled town. Fortunately, as a hunter, Blake was experienced and had plenty of patience.

Keeping his eyes fixed on the sniper scope, Blake's gaze moved through the dimly lit streets. After a short time, a figure appeared in his view.

"Is that a demon? No, it doesn't seem like it."

Looking at the figure curiously, Blake realized it was a young man with silver hair. The man was intently staring at an abandoned car, as if searching for something.

Demons wouldn't act like that, so the young man was likely an ordinary person. However, Blake didn't lower his rifle.

He noticed that the silver-haired man was carrying a backpack, which was bulging with something inside.

"..."

Blake knew that to survive, he had to keep his heart as cold as ice.

But killing a kid with his own hands and taking his supplies? That was still a challenge to Blake's values.

'It doesn't look like you'll last much longer. I'll help you get it over with. In your next life, I'll make it up to you.'

After a brief moment of hesitation, Blake steeled his resolve and once again aimed at the silver-haired man from a hundred meters away, his finger resting on the trigger.

The crosshairs aligned with the silver hair.

'Forgive me.'

Blake squeezed the trigger.

The silence of the lower city was shattered by the sound of a gunshot, and Blake's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that no matter what, there was no turning back now. The guilt would be something he had to live with, but it was better to live with it than to die.

Sighing deeply, Blake calmed his emotions, then raised the rifle again, peering through the scope to check his target.

But soon, Blake's brows furrowed. He was horrified to see that the abandoned car was completely empty, and the silver-haired man had disappeared.

Frowning, Blake quickly moved the scope, trying to find the man's location, but what struck him as strange was that there wasn't a single person on the entire street.

Not only was there no sign of the silver-haired man's body, but there were no traces of human activity at all.

"Did I miss?"

"No way!" Blake reflexively replied.

But the next second, he froze in place.

Who said that?

Turning his head quickly, he saw a man standing next to him, someone he hadn't noticed before. And to his shock, it was the silver-haired young man he had just been aiming at.

As for what happened afterward, Blake had no idea. The moment he saw the man, he felt a sharp pain on his cheek.

His consciousness faded quickly, and he fell into a deep unconsciousness.

On the other side of the city,

Two groups of remaining human forces collided head-on.

These were the survivors from the town, each armed with firearms, trying to find a way out while constantly on guard against the "demons."

The war had blurred the lines between demons and humans, so when the two groups ran into each other, there was no hesitation—they immediately opened fire on each other.

Countless bullets whizzed through the street, and the entire area was enveloped by the chaos of war. Everyone was trying to kill the "demons" on the other side, so they and the other humans could survive.

Just as the gunfight raged on, a strange gust of wind blew in, interrupting the intense battle.

The wind came quickly and left just as fast. The two groups of people didn't know what had happened. When they regained their senses, they suddenly noticed a strange figure floating above the battlefield.

"My God…"

An elderly woman couldn't help but exclaim. She had never seen anything so bizarre.

When both sides saw the figure in the sky, they instinctively stopped firing, their eyes fixed on the figure.

Although it was very dark, they could still clearly make out the figure in a red and blue costume, with a large 'S' emblem on its chest and a red cape flowing behind it.

"I… I didn't just imagine that, did I?"

A young man swallowed hard.

"Super… super… superman?!"

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