The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

The nights in New York are filled with ecstasy, and behind those bright streets, there are alleys with intricate roads.

Mud mixed with various kinds of garbage that is difficult to decompose is spread on the ground, and a foul smell permeates the road.

"Disgusting, and true." Hannibal whispered.

After he answered Jimmy, he ignored them and closed his eyes to feel the dirty environment around him.

"Do you think this is a wetland park? And you act like you're enjoying it!" Jimmy approached Hannibal with his gun raised.

Johnny followed suit, trying to lift Gwen who was unconscious on the ground.

"Listen! Don't mind your own business, or I'll shoot you in the head!" Jimmy pointed the gun at Hannibal's forehead.

Hannibal opened his eyes slightly, but stared at Johnny on one side.

"What kind of food do you usually like to eat? Spicy or light, or do you like sweet food?"

"This guy is a lunatic, Jimmy just grab him and leave!"

"Johnny, you Shabby, you said my name!"

"Didn't you say my name too?"

Hannibal smiled slightly and suddenly shook his head. The next second, a trace of black emerged from under his skin.

But in an instant, it enveloped the whole body.

The chilling air came to my face!

Jimmy froze on the spot, staring at the three-meter-tall black monster. In the next second, his head was sliced ​​open by the opponent's claws.

The white brains are exposed.

The squirming brain flower mixed with the blood oozing from the surrounding wounds, and Hannibal's poisonous liquid opened its mouth to reveal its fangs.

Dozens of fangs as thick as chopsticks emitted a frightening cold light, and the long barbed tongue surged out and wrapped around Jimmy's brain.

(Quickly! Eat it! Don’t waste time!)

"Don't worry...dining requires a sense of ritual. This is respect for the food!"

Johnny froze, swallowed, and completely forgot about running away.

His legs were shaking, and as Hannibal ate, a stream of yellowish liquid flowed out of his crotch.

"F...fa...fa..."

Swish!

Hannibal Venom raised his hand, chopped off his head, and lightly opened a small hole in his brain.

"Delicious drink!" Hannibal Venom opened his mouth to suck.

In just a few minutes, one of the two men had his brains removed, and the other was decapitated and had his brains sucked dry.

Obviously, the death of these two gangsters is not a good look.

"belch!"

Hannibal Venom raised his head, rubbed his belly gently, and let out a satisfied burp.

Then he lowered his head and stared at the unconscious Gwen on the ground.

A dark gelatinous substance extended from Venom's armpit, turning into a thin human-like hand, slowly lifting Gwen and pulling her closer.

"Hiss..." Hannibal Venom sniffed.

"There is a strange smell... like a glass of strong liquor mixed with lime. I really want to taste it..."

The strong desire to eat comes from Hannibal's rational struggle.

He opened his mouth and almost stuffed Gwen into his mouth, but stopped doing so for the next second.

"Buzz!!" A piercing siren sounded, and through the wall, Hannibal could clearly hear the tapping of those police boots on the ground.

"The efficiency of the New York police is as slow as ever."

While shaking his head, Hannibal Venom stepped into the darkness...

"Gwen!" George Stacey held up his pistol, followed by three policemen. They were breathing heavily and rushed straight towards Gwen, regardless of whether there were gangsters ambushing around them.

..........

Gotham City, inside the Wayne family castle.

Klein looked at Melina in front of him, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Who did you learn this from, and still wear Kuris?" Klein suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Melina like this.

"I'm... embarrassed to wear it, that kind of clothes is a bit strange..."

Klein sighed, shook his head and said: "Existence is reasonable! This world is made of irrationality and is reasonable!"

"What do you mean?"

"If one person wears black stockings, people will think it is kitsch; but if 1 or even [-] people wear black stockings, it becomes a fashion and a trend!!"

"Lord Faded One, you have promoted this kind of pants in the border area before and made a lot of money. You made your fortune from this."

"Really? I always feel that there are some conflicts in my previous memories. Many of them are overlapping and different."

Melina began to take off her shoes. As she took them off, she said: "Some nobles and wealthy businessmen at that time did buy them, but I have never worn them..."

"Does this really look good?"

Melina's jade feet were wrapped in black silk, and in the haze, she could see her jade-like toes moving continuously.

Wrapped in black, from the toes to the calf, it presents a sense of mystery.

"Gulu..." Klein swallowed.

Melina noticed Klein's gaze.

Even in border areas with more liberal customs, girls' feet are a relatively private place.

Being stared at like this, the thick-skinned Melina was a little embarrassed.

A faint blush crept up the side of her face.

"Melina, you don't want the golden tree to be unable to be planted in this world, right? You can't let me become the King of Elden. You will suffer forever in the gap between the void and the real world."

Melina raised her head, her pretty red face raised, and her eyebrows that looked like a frown but not a frown. She stared at Klein with a look of disgust on his face.

"I...I will do what I say, and I will definitely fulfill my agreement with Lord Faded One!"

"Ah."

"Lord Faded One, give me some time to accept this thing. I really can't wear it now..."

"it is good!!"

.........

The next day, early in the morning.

The first ray of warm sunshine shines through the gold stamping on the glass and onto the center of the dining table in Wayne Castle.

Butler Afu stood respectfully at the center of the table, serving Klein and Bruce at any time.

"After breakfast, let Ah Fu take you to the private airstrip in the back mountain. The pilot is already in place."

"It's still a long way from here to New York, so I won't be able to catch the school outing?"

"Outing? What outing?"

Hearing the word "outing", Bruce also became a little nervous. After all, the last time he, an only young man, was hit by an unexpected meteor fragment because he participated in an outing.

There are not even one child out of ten in several classes.

If he can survive, Klein can be regarded as the heroic spirit of the ancestors of the Wayne family.

"Cousin, don't be so excited. These outings are normal activities. We haven't participated in these activities for a year. We study in school every day. Learning knowledge from books alone is limited. We need to go out and take a walk."

Bruce put down his knife and fork, pondered for a long time, and then said: "In three days, there will be an academic conference in New York, and many top students from universities will participate. You must go then!"

"Must go? I don't like skipping a grade. I don't really like being in contact with those university professors so early..."

"It's not about going to school, it's about going on a blind date!"