I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 145
More than half of Gotham's buildings, including but not limited to buildings, streets, bridges, and docks, were built by Wayne.

The iconic building of the Wayne family is the Wayne Tower in the center of Gotham.

Well, it is the "Beast Head Statue" building that often appears in Batman movies.

Like the Rockefeller Building, the Wayne Tower is a complex of buildings.

The main building is the office building of Wayne Enterprises, and the auxiliary building will host some large banquets.

For example, just today, a charity banquet to help impoverished children in Africa is going on.

Magnificent, like the hall of a luxurious palace, the band on the stage plays soothing music, beautiful women in gorgeous clothes, decent gentlemen, fragrant clothes and shadows, interlaced cups and cups, talking and laughing.

"I don't think we should come here." Selena tugged at her collar uncomfortably.

She changed into a sapphire blue off-the-shoulder dress, which was beautiful and fitted her well.

However, American girls in the developing period generally have the defect of being too "mellow" in figure. Selena felt that compared with the slender clavicle of the lady in the hall, she was too thick-backed.

The skin on the shoulders is fair and smooth, but it is particularly thick and strong.

"I just wish the Court of Owls would come out now."

Bruce turned his head and looked around, with a little gloom hidden in his eyes, "Let them be exposed to the sun, so that they can win the battle.

Hiding in the dark, they will never be defeated, and we will always be afraid. "

The young master is in a suit and bow tie, personable and handsome.

When dealing with the guests who greeted them, they were also comfortable and calm.

"I'm not worried about the court," Selena said with an unnatural expression, "Maybe I'm not suitable for this kind of banquet, maybe I—Jesus, that's Harley, why is she so shiny!"

Just at the gate, a young girl came slowly.

She didn't go out of her way to engage in fancy dresses, she also put on light makeup, with a fragrant face and peach cheeks, radiant and charming, a taupe-colored dress, a simple pearl necklace, which set off her muscles like Ruixue and her slender figure.

Unlike Selena's big American girl, her figure is almost perfect, and her body proportions look very comfortable.

Slenderness and bodybuilding coexist, gracefulness and strength coexist.

"Can practicing exercises improve the body? Maybe I should learn yoga from her." Selina said sourly.

"Wow, this is the witch Harley, so beautiful."

"Shhh, she's a different identity now. Is it courting death to mention 'witch' in front of her? But she is indeed pretty."

"Why do I always feel that she is shining?"

"I think so."

"Look at her hair, the glitter is the effect of the hair accessories!"

Soon, many eyes fell on the crystal "rhinestones" in Harry's hair.

It's obviously a colorful non-mainstream hair color, but it can't cover up the essence of "Tears of the Holy Spirit", making her whole body shine.

"Harry, your crystal hair chain is so beautiful, where did you buy it?" Selena asked curiously.

"It was given by someone else." There were quite a few people who came to say hello and ask about hair chains. Harry said a few perfunctory words before heading straight to the champagne tower.

Mrs. Shangdu is drinking alone there.

She is wearing a purple floor-length dress today, and her head is full of black silk, which is fixed on her head by a classical oriental hairpin, which has a harmonious classical beauty.

"What a coincidence, I met you here" is the first to say hello.

Then, he asked doubtfully, "You probably didn't come here to raise money for charity, did you? I noticed that your rumored boyfriend, Master Wayne, was accompanied by a girl, and you didn't come with him either."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on Harry's hair.

"Good advice, ma'am, after I visited you at the exorcism center the day before yesterday, I asked someone to inquire about your preferences and habits.

I came here today because I wanted to see the exchange circle of the archmage. "Harry didn't hide her purpose either.

"Hehe, do you think I came here to communicate with other mages? Thinking too much, most of the time, I prefer to communicate with ordinary people." Mrs. Shangdu chuckled.

Harry sighed: "I'm a newcomer, and the only mage I know in Gotham is Madam."

"Your hair chain is so beautiful. It looks like a magic item, but it doesn't have any fluctuations in magic power. Where did you buy it?" Shang couldn't help but ask.

God's means are really extraordinary.

"A friend sent it. It is said that it is a special material extracted from extraterrestrial meteorites. I think he is bragging." Halle boasted.

"It's probably a foreign object from outside the sky," Mrs. Shangdu showed a dazed expression instead.

Then, the expression on her face calmed down, and she took Harry to a quiet balcony, before she said calmly: "Actually, you should avoid the circle of magicians now, and the right way is to go through the transformation at the end of life with peace of mind."

Harry asked suspiciously: "Didn't you ask me to find a teacher last time to guide the evolution of magic power?"

Below the balcony is the street, and you can see the entire banquet hall directly, so you are not afraid of someone eavesdropping.

Mrs. Shangdu leaned against the fence, took a sip of champagne, and asked instead: "In the past few days, has the shadow around you become clearer?"

Harry's face changed, "Is this not normal?"

Mrs. Shangdu sighed: "It's normal, but the speed is too fast.

I thought your deathbed metamorphosis would last at least a year.

Generally speaking, two or three years is not too long, but your transformation is extremely fast, and you may be able to complete it before October.

You need a teacher, but I'm afraid it's too late. "

"Madam, can you introduce me to a teacher?" Harry asked quickly.

Mrs. Shangdu pondered for a moment, and said frankly: "Harry, you know your situation.

If I introduce you to a mage, and that mage is willing to take you in, then he must be my friend.

But if he becomes your teacher, he will be targeted by the Crusaders.

I don't want to put my friend in danger. "

Harry thought for a while and said, "I'm telling the truth, ma'am, don't be angry. If even the Crusaders are afraid, then he doesn't deserve to be my teacher."

Mrs. Shangdu was really not angry, but her complexion became not so pretty.

Harry said to himself: "Actually, when I look for a teacher, I don't expect him to guide me to develop high-level magic, but to understand how to control this process and direction."

She spoke the truth.

Stranger told her repeatedly that the mage's magic power was borrowed from the top boss, and there would be a day when it would be returned.

Real experience proved that he did not lie at least on this matter.

Mrs. Shangdu let her be impregnated with the magic power of the giant beast last time!

It can be seen that although she has lived for more than 1000 years, she is still the sister of the fairy in the lake, and she still has not solved the problem of the source of magic power.

Harley would rather not have magic powers than leave the aftereffects of being controlled.

After all, upgrading is the foundation of her power, and magic is only auxiliary.

But the dying transformation has already begun, and she is about to give birth to magic power.

What's more embarrassing is that she is still not sure who her "creditor" is.

Therefore, she needs to understand the birth process of magic power in detail.

"If you just want to know the process and direction of transformation, I can tell you without looking for a teacher.

The process of metamorphosis cannot be controlled, cannot be reversed, and can only be endured.

The evolution direction of magic power is mainly determined by two points: what kind of magic power you are impregnated with, and what kind of magic power you have been using. " Madam Shangdu said flatly.

Infused by what magic?
Either heaven, hell, or both.

It seems that they are all ruthless characters?
Harry's face was not very good-looking.

If she borrows the power of the little demon god from different dimensions, she still has the confidence to kill him.
as for magic
Harley's expression was even uglier. Besides black magic, what else does she have?
"A mage without magic power can only use black magic, right? What choice is there?" She frowned.

"Who said you can only use black magic if you don't have magic power?"

Mrs. Shangdu glanced at her contemptuously, and said, "Black magic itself is a kind of sacrificial art.

Just like me, I believe in the god of order, so I can use the power of order through sacrificial rituals.

In the ancient times of the ancestors, the devil was just one of the countless objects of sacrifice.

If you want, can I tell you the names of a few gods that have been forgotten by time? "

Harry's heart moved, and he asked, "Can you sacrifice the power of nature?"

"Of course, the redness of all beings and the greenness of all things can be sacrificed."

Harry was overjoyed, and asked again: "Does the force of nature have a master?"

"The red of all beings and the green of all things are gods in themselves!"

Harry's expression froze, "Where are the four elements of earth, water, wind and fire?"

Mrs. Shangdu looked hesitant, "Most people don't know that there are four elemental gods in the world, but I happen to believe in the God of Order.

The four elements of earth, water, wind and fire are really a family of order gods.

I can tell you their real names and summoning rituals if you want. "

Harry is a little desperate, all power has an owner? !

"Ma'am, I have heard people say that magic power is borrowed and will be returned one day."

After finishing speaking, she stared at Mrs. Shangdu, not letting go of her slightest expression.

The green-eyed woman shrugged her shoulders and said calmly, "It's reasonable to borrow and pay back!"

——She knew, but she didn't care, and even took it for granted!

"Ma'am, you have lived for more than 1000 years, have you ever lost your magic power?" Harry asked again.

Mrs. Shangdu's complexion changed, her expression became dazed, and she murmured: "There have been several times, it was really a difficult time."

—shit, more than once!
Harry didn't know what to say.

"Is there a kind of magic that doesn't involve any gods at all?" she struggled finally.

Mrs. Shangdu showed a sudden look on her face, and said with a smile: "So, you don't want to be restricted by any means, you want to fully control your own power, right?"

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Harry asked.

Mrs. Shangdu was stunned when she heard the words, and sighed: "Yes, it is the instinctive desire of human beings to control everything, especially everything about oneself.

You have it, and I have it too.

It’s just that I’ve lived for too long, too long, and I’ve already forgotten the days of seeking great detachment and great freedom.”

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition.

"Totally hopeless?"

Mrs. Shangdu pointed to Bruce in the center of the venue, and said, "If Wayne is a hero every generation, how will the Wayne family and Gotham develop?"

Harry was startled, vaguely understanding what she meant.

She said softly: "The Wayne family has prospered from generation to generation, and eventually became the well-deserved King of Gotham, and the Wayne Consortium rules Gotham's economy and people's livelihood.

Every Gothamite, from birth to death, cannot live without the jobs, goods and services that Wayne Corporation provides. "

Mrs. Shangdu said: "Heaven and hell have existed for 100 billion years, God and Lucifer are more wise than mortal Wayne.

What's even more frightening is that they live forever and don't need to carry on the family line, and don't need to pin their hopes on the wisdom of the next generation of heirs.

Today, tens of billions of years later, the entire universe, every grain of the original magic factor, has been stamped with their brand.

Of course, there are more than two supreme beings in the universe, God and Lucifer.

But I mean, you should get the idea. "

"This magical world is really suffocating." Harry sighed.

Mrs. Shangdu rolled her eyes, "Actually, our ancestors also came up with a way to avoid the source of magic power and use magic."

"What?" Harry asked skeptically.

"The Wayne Group is the root of all evil, and today I will prove it to everyone!"

Suddenly, the soothing music in the hall disappeared, and after a harsh and hollow noise, a man shouted angrily on the stereo.

At the same time, the video wall showing the promotional video of the Wayne Charitable Foundation also changed to another picture: a middle-aged man's hideous and distorted face.

"Wow, Nimue is right again! The prophecy made half a month ago has appeared on time today." Mrs. Shangdu scanned the hall and smiled proudly.

　The cover has been changed, it’s Zakuo, the right to use the watermelon eating summer, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)