My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

The blazing plains were full of dead bones and charred soil, and there was a sickening smell.

If ordinary people came here, it is estimated that they would immediately run away with their noses covered.

After Eric and his party walked for a while, they found that not far ahead, a group of people were walking.

Wrapped in black clothes, his body and even his face were all wrapped in cloth.

"Ah! That's a pilgrim!"

Seeing the black-clothed crowd in front, Tarr shouted excitedly.

"Pilgrims?"

"Yes, come here specifically to honor the dead superheroes and the soldiers who died in that battle."

Tarr explained to Eric.

"No, I heard that they are using holy rituals here to revive those superheroes, those who have died."

Di thought they were all here to perform the ritual.

"Is it some kind of sect?"

Eric touched his chin, and after a while, asked the two of them.

"I don't know, maybe they can really do it." Tarr was very fond of these people.

"How is it possible? People will not be resurrected after they die. This is something everyone knows."

Dee argued vigorously with Tarr.

"Magic can do things that bring people back to life, what's impossible, maybe they have mastered the magic that can bring people back to life." Tarr's voice became louder and louder.

Eric didn't go to see the holy ceremony of these pilgrims, after all, they are a group of ordinary people.

Maybe they just prayed some form of remembrance.

......

"This... this door is too high!"

After half a day, Eric and Emiko led the group to their destination.

According to the address provided by Taiden, a storage warehouse was found at the foot of a mountain.

A huge metal gate of more than ten meters stands in the mountains, like a beast that chooses to devour.

"How are we going to get in?"

Tarr swallowed and asked in a low voice to the people around him.

No one answered him, and the others looked shocked.

"Should...there should be a lock?"

Di looked up at the door, and after a long time, his neck hurt a little, he lowered his head, rubbed his neck, and replied.

"The key is here somewhere."

Eric walked forward and squatted down about two meters away from the door.

He took out the Batarang from his belt and dug into the dirt on the ground.

"According to Tyden, the key is hidden here."

Soon a yellow-orange key was dug out.

Holding the key, he walked towards the metal gate, aimed at the huge metal lock, and inserted it.

Click!

With the sound of the key being turned, the door was slowly opened.

The black space instantly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

And a musty smell came immediately.

"I'm a little afraid of the dark!" Di whispered to Tarr in a low voice.

"Afraid of the dark? Didn't you say that you have overcome this shortcoming long ago?"

Tarr asked in surprise.

"Actually, it's a bit like my rhinitis, which I often get. So sometimes I'm scared, sometimes I'm not."

Tarr took out the flashlight from his backpack. "So now is the time for you to be afraid?"

"Yes, I don't know what's in it."

Di said worriedly.

Emiko ignored the murmurs of the two little brats. She followed Eric and walked into the warehouse second.

The rest of the soldiers, following Tal and Dee, armed with firearms, came in on guard.

The dark secret space gives people a feeling of mystery and fear.

Anyone who steps into such a wide and large space will probably be vigilant and fearful.

Eric walked at the front and shone the flashlight around.

It is empty, except for some dark pillars decorated with strange patterns, supporting the majestic space, giving people a solemn and dead atmosphere.

"Gudong!"

Di swallowed and spit, and grabbed Tal's arm next to him tightly.

If it wasn't for Batman walking first, he'd probably run straight out.

Emiko took out the bow and arrow in her hand and aimed at the darkness.

She felt that there might be something coveting everyone in the dark.

There is no reason, but a woman's sixth sense faintly gave her this feeling.

Da da da!

The footsteps of a group of people echoed in the empty space, which was particularly harsh.

Eric, who was at the front, looked around and felt a little strange in his heart.

Grain and cars in warehouses, what about gasoline?

Did Tyden lie to himself?

No, I can tell if what he said is a lie or the truth, and while in the cell, Eric was sure he was telling the truth.

"A group of four, investigate separately, and everyone should not be too far away from each other!"

Eric gave orders to the surrounding soldiers.

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded, armed with guns on alert, and walked cautiously around.

"See what? Batman?"

Emiko walked behind Eric and asked him in a low voice.

"No."

Eric walked forward patiently, he needed to figure out what was going on here.

Tal and Dee, two and two other soldiers, by the dim light of a flashlight, followed a narrow passage and entered another space.

"This...seems darker than the place we were just now."

Tal's throat moved, speaking to Dee.

"Yes, I hope to find something useful, our food can't last for many days."

Although Di was very scared, when he thought of the food crisis in the camp, he felt a lot more courageous.

"Dee, this way!"

Tal separated from Dee, walked in the other direction, found a special room, and immediately shouted to the others.

This is a room at the end of the passage. The dark iron door is engraved with water patterns, which is full of mysterious colors.

Dee and another soldier hurried over.

"It looks like a door."

"Uh...the door of course, Dee, I wouldn't consider it a mural."

Tar rolled his eyes.

Di ignored the sarcasm of the little friend, and habitually put his hand on his chin and rubbed the non-existent beard, "Like the door before, we can't do anything without the key."

"So we can only ask someone to help."

Tarr hurriedly went outside to report his findings to Eric~www.readwn.com~ After receiving Tarr's briefing, Eric and Emiko quickly rushed over.

"Tyden's intel didn't mention a room here."

Eric frowned.

"Maybe something happened here that he didn't expect, or—he lied to you."

Emiko studied the pattern carved on the door, "This seems to be the logo of the Atlantis. I have seen the logo of their army, which is very similar to this pattern."

"Atlantean?"

Eric thought for a moment and signaled to withdraw left and right.

"If it is related to the Atlanteans, it means that there may be some unexpected existences in it."

Eric threw the plastic explosive-carrying Batarang at the metal door.