My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

The fiery plains are full of dead bones and charred soil, giving off a sickening smell.

If ordinary people came here, they would probably run away immediately holding their noses.

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

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

"Ah! That's the pilgrim!"

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

"Pilgrims?"

"Yes, I came here specifically to pay homage to those superheroes who died and the soldiers who died in that battle."

Tal explained to Eric.

"No, I heard that they are using holy rituals here to plan to resurrect those superheroes, those dead heroes."

Di thought they were all here for the sacrificial ceremony.

"Is it some sect?"

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

"I don't know, maybe they can really do it." Tal has a good impression of these people.

"How is it possible? Everyone knows that people will not be resurrected after death."

Di argued with Tal vigorously.

"Magic can bring people back to life. It's impossible. Maybe they have mastered the magic that can bring people back to life." Tal's voice became louder and louder.

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

Maybe they were just praying in some form of remembrance.

 …

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

In half a day, Eric and Emiko led a group of people to their destination.

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

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

"How do we get in?"

Tal swallowed, and asked the people around him in a low voice.

No one answered him, and the others also looked shocked.

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

Di looked up at the gate. 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 soil on the ground.

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

Soon a yellow-orange key was dug out.

Take the key, walk towards the metal gate, aim at the huge metal lock, and insert it.

Click!

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

The black space is instantly reflected in everyone's eyes.

And a musty smell rushed over immediately.

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

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

Tar asked in surprise.

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

Tal took out the flashlight from his backpack, "So is it time for you to be afraid?"

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

Di said worriedly.

Emiko ignored the muttering of the two little kids, she followed Eric, and walked into the warehouse second.

The rest of the soldiers followed Tal and Di, armed with guns, and walked 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 feel vigilance and fear in their hearts.

Eric walked in the front and shone the flashlight around.

It was 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 tightly grasped Tal's arm next to him.

If Batman hadn't been at the forefront, he probably would have run straight out.

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

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

There was 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 ear-piercing.

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

What about the food and cars in the warehouse, gasoline?

Could it be that Tyden lied to himself?

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

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

Eric gave orders to the surrounding soldiers.

"yes!"

The soldiers responded, held their guns on guard, and walked around cautiously.

"See something? Batman?"

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

"No."

Eric walked forward patiently, he needed to figure out what happened here.

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

"This...seems darker than where we've been before."

Tal moved his throat and said to Di.

"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 much more courageous.

"Di, this way!"

Tal separated from Di, 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 black iron door is engraved with water-like patterns, full of mystery.

Di and another soldier hurried over.

"It's like a door."

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

Tar rolled his eyes.

Di ignored the little friend's sarcasm, and habitually put his hand on his chin to stroke the non-existent beard, "It's the same as the previous gate, we can't do anything without the key."

"So we had to find someone to help."

Tal hurried outside to report his findings to Eric.

After receiving Tal's briefing, Eric and Emiko hurried over.

"Tyden's information did not mention that there is a room here."

Eric frowned.

"Perhaps something has changed here that he didn't expect, or—he lied to you."

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

"An Atlantean?"

Eric thought for a moment, and motioned to the left and right to retreat.

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

Eric threw the batarang carrying plastic explosives at the metal door.