I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 1314 Oliver's Journey to Hell
"Daoshan Oil Pot?" The two Luther girls were stunned, "Why?"

"Don't you read the Bible?" Harley also looked specifically at Luther's mother who had "studied the Bible for many years". "There are nine levels of hell. , go to the corresponding floor to accept the trial.

Only when such a complete process of going to hell is completed can one truly go to hell.

I made a small attempt at the gates of hell before, and as you can see, Luthor started screaming in pain, but his mind was still confused.

It can only be said that the person who attacked him was too vicious and powerful.

Therefore, I plan to use heavy medicine for serious illness, and let Luthor die completely. "

"Mom, you can wait outside." Lina said to the pale mother Luther.

Luther's mother was hesitantly about to agree, when she suddenly remembered her practice on Paradise Mountain.

Perhaps, observing her son's torture process in hell can help her practice?
"I'd better stay." Luther's mother figured it out.

The more miserable the son is, the more afraid he is, and the more devout his belief in God will be. In this way, the value of the son's misery is maximized—saving both himself and his mother.

"Then I'll start."

After Harry finished speaking, they felt the "operating room" suddenly darken, and there was a smell of sulfur mixed with corruption in the air.

"Crack, click!" The ceiling was covered with frost, but the air below was as stuffy as a sauna.

Feeling very uncomfortable.

Turning the head and looking around, the seven walls blurred into a gray mist, and it seems that one after another non-human shadows can be seen walking around.

There were no shrill, happy, violent, or angry shouts in my ears.

It's so real.

"Are we in hell?" murmured Halle's mother in horror.

"Half hell, half of Harley's undead body is in the shadow world, and half is in hell." Luthor looked back at them again, and said meaningfully: "Later, you will see very few creatures that exist in mythology." Things are meant to scream, to run.

Surprise them, and they will remember you.

Being remembered by them may cause you to have difficulty attracting their attention in the future.

Doubt me, it will be your nightmare forever.

This is already half a step to hell, if you run around, you may take a wrong step and get lost in hell.

Now I have to take care of Harley's undead, and I have time and energy to go to hell to find you who are lost. "

Halle's mother has some regrets.

She thought of watching an operation and living like this.

"Wow wow wow" Suddenly, the "hell operating room" sounded the cry of a baby, coming from far and near, coming from all directions, getting louder and louder.

"Huh, so many babies?!" Old Quinn's eyes were very sharp. Through the surrounding mist, he saw one piece after another of tattered cobwebs. The cobwebs were entangled into a ball, forming a baby's swaddle. Wipe away tears.

As soon as he saw it, the space around one of the babies was like water waves, and a scene was quickly opened: a young man with beautiful brown hair roared angrily: "Harry, I don't have your child, You can abandon me."

"Ma Chen, please, you want me to have an abortion. I love you, let me marry you." Another blond and low-slung man begged.

"Harry, Falk!" It was still a handsome man, but she only cursed under her breath.

"OK, Mr. Harley, I understand. With this $25, I will disappear from your eyes forever."

Four men appeared one after another, they appeared suddenly, and then disappeared quickly.

Then, the babies stopped crying, their eyes glowed red, horns grew out of their foreheads, and their arms mutated into white sickles. They surrounded them crookedly with vicious grins on their faces.

"I buy it!" Harley's mother couldn't help exclaiming.

They stopped suddenly and all looked at her.

Harley's mother's breathing was stagnant, her chest was instantly filled with fear, let alone shouting, she was able to even breathe.

The four babies turned their heads and continued to crawl towards the undead Halle.

"Chi, Chi Chi, Chi Chi Chi Chi"

One knife, two knife and another knife.

Two pieces, seven pieces. Harley was cut into one piece after another by the sickle in his arm, and the small ground was soaked with blood.

"Vomit..." The two Harley boys had waxy complexions and terrified eyes. They wanted to vomit, but they were afraid of alarming the "baby demons" by making a noise, so they could only cover their mouths with their hands, and swallowed while vomiting.

Old Quinn just finished and is still looking forward to seeing Harley go down the knife mountain and go up the frying pan.

Harry is unlucky, he is happy.

But when he saw the baby demon chopping Harry up like garlic, he felt a little bit of slow joy in his heart, but instead he felt chills all over his body, his head exploded, and he endured endless suffering outside his heart.

"Okay, get out of here." At some point, Luther shouted loudly, and the four baby demons who were lying on the ground "drinking porridge" raised their heads, glanced at her, shrank forward, entered the darkness, and disappeared. See.

"Harry, woo woo woo." Halle's mother cried, with snot and tears all over her face.

"Has it started?" Lina felt that the voice seemed to come from outside her mouth.

"What's the beginning, and the official end."

"Is there still life?" Old Quinn exclaimed in a low voice.

"But Harry has."

Before he finished speaking, Harry, who had become a puddle of mud, flashed his light, and changed back to his original form, only with a happier expression, and if he looked casually, there was also a trace of struggle in his eyes.

Luther stared into his eyes for a while, seeing that silk struggled, she nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "It really doesn't work!"

"What's invalid?" Old Quinn asked with a blank face, "What were those big monsters just now?"

"So obvious, you can see it?"

Old Quinn was surprised and said, "Ma Chen's child? But I remember that Harley never had any children."

"If you find out, it means that the children have already been born, and they will also die young. They will come to Harley for revenge."

Old Quinn's face turned pale.

As the diamond queen of a small city, Ma Chen must be short of a man. After a long time, or the man has no other intentions, there must be no big tadpole slipping through the net.

But as a young girl in Star City, there are fewer men who abort for him, and he will go to hell in the future
Old Quinn's body went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Luther glanced at him, and said calmly: "Now we have come to the border of the first level of hell - the residence of children who died young, and the environment is considered the best in the entire fourth level of hell.

Next is dinner.

Be careful, don't scream, don't move around.

When I was really scared, I closed my eyes and said to myself outside my heart—an illusion, everything is an illusion, and there are no demons and ghosts in a scientific and prosperous world. "

"Can you leave now?" Lina flinched.

Luther raised his chin, "You look back, but there is still no door for you to go out?"

Not to mention the door, Qi Zhou even saw the walls, all covered in white smoke.

It is true that there is a gate to hell, and there is a way back.

All eight regretted it.

There is some silence, which is really qualified for abnormal people to see.

"." A burst of sparse whispers came from all directions. Few people were speaking, but they could clearly hear what they were talking about.

All eight people held their breaths.

In order to welcome the coming horror scene, they all closed their eyes tightly to prevent the visual impact from being too weak, so they couldn't help screaming.

But as the sound approached, they seemed to see the cool candlelight through the slits of their eyes.

"Aris, I want to spread your crooked ways here again. The Utopia has no law at all, and the order and chaos of hell in the following years have proved this point."

"Ma Chenfeng and Shaode, because of the victory of the next reform in hell, I will completely reject my ideas. The Holy Son said to me personally, it is better to do less than to be weak, and it is better to change than to change.

In order to find the right way out, He allows us to try and win. "

"But have you ever thought of the price of victory? There are already no two lower saints who have fallen because of this"

"Oliver Shaode, Alex?" Old Quinn immediately opened his eyes and looked over curiously.

Sure enough, there were little candles lit up around, as if in a huge stone hall, with looming figures talking, singing, playing the piano, painting outside, but less arguing.

No less than half are arguing about the reformation of hell.

It seems that the next time the reform wins, the two little people of No Hell will suffer.

However, an existence known as the "Holy Son" still carried out pilot reforms in hell during his lifetime.

Holy Son, is it Jebi?

"Who is calling us?"

Old Quinn's exclamation really alarmed those people, and Oliver Saud and Aris looked over one after another.

"Oh, jogging, the devil boy Luthor is coming to play Grass Valley again." Ariss screamed.

"Don't panic, we are demons. The hell guards only deal with demon smugglers. What will they do to us? She told me in person."

"Yes, she is targeting poor ghosts, but we are safe as sages with no holy relics."

"Yes, I heard that she snatched Caesar's sacred golden scepter next time"

"Shh, I'm going to talk, shut up and go."

After a while, the small hall full of people was empty.

Looking at those ancient sages who ran slower than rabbits, Old Quinn was dumbfounded.

"Luther, you can even go up against the ancient sages who are clean-sleeved, have a long body, and are elegant and stalwart?"

"Demons and ghosts, talking nonsense." Luther said lightly.

After a pause, she said again: "Who said they are poor? There is no currency in hell, and we will reach the River Styx in a while. If we want to cross the river, we have to pay Charon.

There are two sources of hell currency, one is funerary objects.

The other is the longing of the living.

If the family is harmonious, the father is kind and the son is filial, even if the family is wealthy, they can continue to be rich and honored in hell before they die.

This group of sages either left masterpieces handed down in the world, or created immortal legends. The power of missing, commemorating, remembering, and thanking has been precipitated for thousands of years, and even condensed into artifacts with no sacred power.

For example, I know that the old man Arisna does not have a golden "Utopia", a book that contains wisdom and ruling power.

If he gets it from the mortal world, even if it is handed over to a fool, he can immediately transform into a wise and wise king. "

A look of envy and longing appeared on Halle's mother's face.

Sister Harley looked leisurely and fascinated.

Old Quinn pouted, "So, are you denying that you robbed the Sage?"

Luther said solemnly: "I am the guardian of hell, and it is my sacred and inviolable right to strike against all illegal acts on the border of hell.

Caesar was suspected of having no collusion with a demon smuggling group. Before I arrested him, he automatically took out the golden scepter as bail. "

Ma Chenfeng believed it.

"Old Quinn, Ma Chenfeng, is that you?" Just as they were about to leave the sage's small hall, there was a burst of anxious shouts from outside the corner.

Old Quinn was startled, he is the Green Arrow right now, who is calling his name?
wait, this voice
He suddenly remembered something: his father moved from the Forest of Suicides to the Small Hall of Sages through Luther's relationship.

"Father, it's me, I'm here." He whispered towards the source of the sound.

"Old Quinn, hurry up and wait for me." The voice was getting farther and farther away from them.

"Luther." Old Quinn immediately looked at Luther pleadingly.

Knowing what method Luther used, her family's Quinn Manor seemed to turn into a moving castle, moving slowly through hell, and this process must be under her control.

"Meeting each other is like nostalgia." Luther sighed.

Gradually, Old Quinn saw that figure clearly.

It staggered and ran this way.

He was wearing a dark blue handmade suit, a pair of shiny white leather shoes, and his hair was pomaded and combed forward into a small back, so it was smooth and oily.

Old Quinn breathed a sigh of relief first, Dad's life in hell was still wrong.

When he saw the strange middle-aged and elderly face of his father, and the concern and ecstasy under his face, Old Quinn couldn't help the tears in his eyes, and the tears ran across the green arrow eyepatch, leaving two wet marks under his face.

"Hey, Ollie, this is you."

Plato knocked down a layer of light film on the wall of the "operating room". No matter how much he walked, the distance was enough for the two to see each other clearly.

Seeing that Old Quinn was dressed in green and looked like Robin Hood, Plato was stunned.

"I'm Green Arrow, have you heard of it?" Old Quinn asked proudly, puffing out his chest.

——The group of sages all know "Demon Luthor", and the old man must have heard of the name "Green Arrow".

Ma Chenfeng shook his head, "Are you retreating into Hollywood? Are you playing Robin Hood? But your two big blond beards are too good for the show."

Old Quinn said with a pale face, "I am a superhero. You died early because you knew that this is the era of superheroes. My outfit is very cool and fashionable in this era."

"Oh, it turned out to be a superhero, I know. A few days later, I eavesdropped on the conversation of the demons, and heard the news of 'White Phoenix Megatron Galaxy'."

Plato smiled kindly and humbly at Ma Chen, "Especially the stories of the guardian envoy villain and the hero of the Justice League are almost well known in hell."

"Robert, are you alright?" Ma Chen's mother asked with flickering eyes and a lively voice.

"Omiga, Letitia, you're here too—" Plato's eyes lit up, but when he saw his son and Lina next to him, he quickly restrained his expression and returned to his appearance as an old gentleman.

Old Quinn looked at his father, then at Harley's mother, and then thought of the idea of ​​the dirty circles in the United States, his face turned even paler.

"Father, I'm a Justice League superhero now. I'm doing fine. You can worry about it."

Seeing that his son was weak and strong, Plato was really relieved.

But now hearing that he has become a superhero, my heart immediately picks up.

"Are you just a stranger?"

"Special people can still be heroes. In fact, my hero career is very successful. Now I am the guardian of Star City." Old Quinn said proudly.

"Time is running out, this is Harry's operating room, and he's being rescued," Luthor reminded.

(End of this chapter)