Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

"No, there must be limitations." "One attack reveals absolutely nothing."

"It must be due to time constraints, or something else."

Seeing that her foxfire attack had no effect, Ahri panicked for a moment, but quickly recovered.

The world is so big, there must be quite a few people with strange abilities.

However, there is absolutely no way that someone is invincible. If there were, they would have crushed you long ago and wouldn't need to play with you so slowly.

"No, the power of the void is unsolvable, don't waste your energy." Malzahar floated in mid-air and said coldly, "I'll give you one last chance: submit or die."

"A strange foxfire!"

Gritting her teeth, Ahri once again conjured three pale blue flames.

Completely ignoring Malzahar's words, he tossed him aside.

This time, Malzahar's expression changed slightly. He raised one hand and released void power to neutralize the foxfire.

The cooldown of 'Void Travel' hasn't ended yet. If a squishy mage gets hit head-on by a Foxfire, it will definitely be a bad experience.

"There was indeed a flaw, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to resist."

Ahri murmured softly.

As a former top assassin, Yan Lingji naturally noticed Malzahar's move.

Malzahar, as if his patience had reached its limit, unleashed a torrent of void power upon himself in response to the repeated provocations of these ants, enough to change the very landscape of the region.

"Since you are unwilling to submit, then walk towards death!"

"Foolish creature, the void will one day descend upon this planet!"

"Void Summoning!"

Malzahar abruptly clasped his hands together and said in a somber tone.

Two portals leading to the void appeared on either side of the market town. What emerged from them were not void creatures, but raging void energy that was in the process of gestation.

"No, run away."

"Ah."

Sensing something was wrong, Ahri and Yanlingji decisively activated the 'Return to Town' function on their member bracelets.

At the last second, they were successfully teleported back to the League of Legends headquarters.

The next second, void energy erupted, instantly turning the market town into ashes...

Chapter 98: Gotham City, a City of 'Simple and Honest People'!

Gotham City, known for its "simple and honest people," City Hall.

The heroes of this world are not limited to League of Legends; there are many other heroes hidden in the shadows.

Five boys dressed in red, fully armed from head to toe in bulletproof vests and helmets, crept in. They carried M4A1 rifles and cautiously searched the area, seemingly looking for something important. "Beep beep beep..."

It made a slight sound, as if an infrared sensor had been stepped on.

The staircase leading to the higher floors suddenly closed, as if to prevent outsiders from entering. "Hey, what did you do?" "I don't know, boss."

"Seriously, Umbrella Corporation actually wants us to steal their biotechnology. This is a real problem. We'll definitely get double the reward when we get back." "But boss, what do we do now?"

"Are you an idiot?! Of course you should saw the door open!" "Oh, okay." "093"

"Zzzzzzz"

The chainsaw was pulled, producing a piercing sound.

A boy in red stepped forward, placed a chainsaw on the iron gate, and intended to saw it open.

To be honest, the sound of a chainsaw colliding with steel is enough to give you goosebumps; it's even more unpleasant than scratching glass with a coin.

A boy in red was responsible for sawing open the closed iron gate, while the remaining four people stood patrolling nearby.

After all, this is the city hall. If things aren't handled properly, we could be surrounded and riddled with bullets. "Boss, look! What's that?" "Hey, boss, come look! There's a big bird outside the window!" "A big bird?" The red-clothed boy, the boss, walked over and looked out the city hall window.

A man in a Batman suit, hooked onto the wall, was swooping down in their direction. "Idiot! That's Black Cat Sheriff!" "I'm Batman!"

Batman, Bruce Wayne, burst through the window and knocked out the dim-witted boy in red with a karate chop.

Then he grabbed his ankle, used the grappling hook to grab the wall above, and the two of them disappeared from the spot.

By the time the other boys in red arrived, it was too late. "Damn it, Red Number Four is missing!" "Where is he? Where is he? Where is he…"

"Shut up, you're so noisy! You idiot, don't repeat a grade!"

The leader in red was exasperated. How could so many of his men be such idiots? This guy was like a broken record.

If he weren't quite a good fighter, he would have shot this idiot dead long ago.

Faced with the chaotic morale of the troops, Red Coat No. 2 decisively stepped forward, intending to comfort his comrades with words. "Come on, everyone, don't panic."

"Don't worry about Red Silk Number Four, let's think optimistically." "He might just have been dismembered by Batman." "Even if the ugliest one dies, we're not at a loss, right?"

The four boys in red fell silent at the same time.

Why does this sound a little strange?

However, the five red-clad individuals, whose thought processes were all unconventional, seemed to quickly grasp the concept. "Hmm, that makes sense." "That's right, that makes sense." "It seems to be true."

It looks like the red-clad number four who was arrested is crying in pain!

I was actually considered the ugliest one! The eldest is clearly the ugliest!

So, there must be something wrong with these guys' thought processes; their focus is always so bizarre. "Next, I'll assign the tasks."

"Red-shirt number two, red-shirt number three, you two patrol the right corridor." "Okay, no problem." x2 "I'll keep watch here for you." "Hey, boss, what am I supposed to do?"

The mentally challenged number five in red trotted up and raised his hand in greeting.

However, the red-clothed leader had absolutely no hope for this guy. Even if he assigned a task, the guy would definitely mess it up; he just needed to focus on the fighting. "You... your job is to just stand there yelling 'Oh my god!' to attract Batman's attention." "Ah, okay, mission accomplished, oh my god! oh my god! oh my god!"

After assigning tasks, the four boys in red began to patrol in different directions. Although they had some issues with their thought processes, they would never abandon their companions.

Of course, don't get me wrong, this isn't about camaraderie; it's simply because Red Shirt Number Four still owes everyone $100!

So, with their fate hanging in the balance, are you still worrying about a hundred dollars...?

The M4A1 rifle, equipped with high beams, swept across every corner, leaving behind a thick layer of dust. Gotham City's mayor certainly doesn't care much about hygiene. "Reporting, boss! I've found Fourth Brother!"

"Fourth brother, you've worked hard. I'll untie you now. Remember to return the $100 when you get back." "Wait? WTF?!"

The man in red paused, as if he felt something snag on his shoe...

Pulled by a force, he fell to the ground and was dragged along. "Help me!"

"Red-Clad Number Two!!!" "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." "Huh? Red-Clad Number Two, why are you crawling on the ground?" "Have you ever seen anyone crawling upside down?!" "Ahhh!"

Seeing Red-Clad Number Two being dragged down the floor, Red-Clad Boss, the leader of this squad, let out a miserable scream.

One by one, his former companions disappeared. Damn Batman!

Red-Clad Number Two used my toothpaste this morning and hasn't returned it! And then he just vanished like that! "Don't be sad, Boss, at least we found Number Four, we can still return the $100." "That makes sense, okay, then let Number Two go." "Huh?!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Batman's hook caught on the bound red-clad Number Four.

They yanked him up with a 'whoosh'. "Fourth brother has disappeared!" "You guys come closer quickly."

The three people stood back to back, looking around.

The current situation is extremely dangerous. We are elite mercenaries, renowned internationally.

Today, I was completely outmaneuvered by a mere Batman. "Batman, I'll give you a dollar, come out now." "Boss, that's too little."

"Then... a massive 'bleed'—$1.1! $4.1!"

"Boss is wise!"

"

Standing on the high platform, Batman listened to the idiotic conversation below and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

I, the richest man in Gotham City, would ever consider your paltry sum?! "My God, my God, my God..."

"Stop arguing, okay? You've been talking for over ten minutes straight without a break. Are you a broken record?"

"I'm just trying to get his attention, don't worry, boss, I can keep him occupied for another hour, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..."

Looking at the three goofballs below, Batman covered his face with his hands.

Did he really need to deal with these idiots personally? If it weren't for protecting that biotechnology from being stolen by Umbrella Corporation, he wouldn't even have the heart to lay a hand on these three fools.

Even so, Batman still threw down a smoke bomb...

Chapter 99 The Dark Knight: Batman!

Thick white smoke rose all around, completely obscuring one's vision.

Only Batman, clad in high-tech gear, could accurately locate enemies amidst the white smoke.

The bat-shaped helmet he wore used an impact-resistant synthetic graphite shell and a bulletproof fiber coating to protect it from small arms fire, and contained lead to protect against radiation and see-through.

The helmet is equipped with night vision devices, thermal imagers, sonar, gas masks, miniature radio receivers, and walkie-talkie systems.