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 his head and looking around, the four walls blurred into a gray mist, and he seemed to be able to see shadows in non-human form walking around.

There are still shrill, painful, violent, or angry cries in my ears.

It's vague, not very real.

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

"Half step to hell, half of Luthor's undead body is in the shadow world, half in hell." Harry looked back at them again, and said meaningfully: "Later, you will see many things that exist in mythology , don't scream, don't run.

Surprise them, and they will remember you.

Being remembered by them may cause you to easily attract their attention in the future.

Believe me, that will be your nightmare forever.

This place is half a step into hell. If you run around indiscriminately, you may make a wrong step and get lost in hell.

Now I have to take care of Luther's undead, and I don't have the time or energy to go to hell to find you who are lost. "

Luther's mother felt a little regretful.

She didn't expect that watching an operation could be so dangerous.

"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?!" Oliver's eyes were very sharp, and through the surrounding fog, he saw one piece after another of tattered spider webs. The cobwebs were entangled into a ball, forming a baby's swaddle, and the little baby kicked his feet to wipe tears. .

As far as he could see, the space around one of the babies was rippling like water, and a picture slowly opened: a beautiful young brunette woman shouted angrily: "Luther, I have your baby, you Can't abandon me."

"Luther, please, don't let me have an abortion. I love you, let me marry you." Another tall, blond woman begged.

"Luther, Falk!" Still a beauty, but she only cursed loudly.

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

Nine women appeared one after another, they appeared suddenly, and then disappeared quickly.

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

"Okay!" Luther's mother couldn't help exclaiming.

They stopped suddenly and all looked at her.

Luther's mother's breathing was stagnant, and her chest was instantly filled with fear, let alone shouting, she couldn't even breathe.

The nine babies turned their heads and continued to crawl towards the undead Luthor.

"Chi, Chi Chi, Chi Chi Chi Chi"

One knife, two knife and another knife.

Two pieces, four pieces. Luthor was cut into pieces by the sickle in his arm, and the ground was soaked with blood.

"vomit..." the two Luthor girls had waxy complexions and terrified eyes. They wanted to vomit, but they were afraid of alarming the "baby demons" by making a sound, so they could only cover their mouths with their hands, and swallowed while retching.

Oliver was looking forward to watching Luthor go up the knife mountain and down the frying pan at first.

Luther is unlucky, he is happy.

But seeing the baby demon chop Luther up like garlic, he didn't feel any joy in his heart. Instead, he felt chills all over his body, his head exploded, and he suffered endless suffering in his heart.

"Okay, get out of here." At some point, Harry gave a low shout, and the nine baby demons lying on the ground "drinking porridge" raised their heads, glanced at her, shrank back, retreated into the darkness, and disappeared.

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

"Is it over?" Lina didn't feel like the voice came from her own mouth.

"What's the end, it hasn't officially started yet."

"Not yet?" Oliver exclaimed.

"But Luther has."

Before he finished speaking, Luther, who had become a puddle of mud, flickered and returned to his original state, only with a more painful expression. If you look carefully, there is a little more struggle in his eyes.

Harry stared into his eyes for a while, and seeing that silk struggling, she nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile: "It really works!"

"What works?" Oliver asked with a pale face, "What were those little monsters just now?"

"So obvious, you can't even see it?"

Oliver was surprised: "Luther's child? But I don't remember that Luther had a child."

"If you know, it means that the child has already been born, and they will not die young, and they will not come to seek revenge on Luther."

Oliver's face turned pale.

As the fifth diamond king in the metropolis, Luthor definitely has no shortage of women. After a long time, or if the woman has other ideas, some tadpoles must slip through the net.

But as a young lady in Star City, he has more women who have aborted for him, waiting for him to go to hell in the future
Oliver's body went limp and almost collapsed to the ground.

Harry 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 nine levels of hell.

Next comes dinner.

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

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

"Can you leave now?" Lina flinched.

Harry raised his chin, "Look around, but there is still a door for you to go out?"

Not to mention the door, the surrounding walls are not even visible, it is all black and miasma.

There is really no way out of hell, and there is no way back.

All three regretted it.

It's a bit lively, and it's really not qualified for normal people to watch.

"." A dense whisper came from all directions, many people were talking, but they couldn't make out what they were saying.

All three held their breaths.

In order to welcome the coming terrifying scene, they all closed their eyes tightly so that the visual impact would not be too strong and they could not help but scream.

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

"Plato, stop preaching your crooked ways here. The Utopia can't exist at all. The disorder and chaos in hell in the past few years have proved this."

"Aristotle, you can't completely reject my ideas just because the last hell reform failed. The Holy Son told me personally that doing more is better than not doing it, and it's better to change than remain unchanged.

He allows us to keep trying and failing in order to find the right way out. "

"But have you ever thought of the price of failure? Two supreme saints have already fallen because of this"

"Aristotle, Plato?" Oliver immediately opened his eyes and looked over curiously.

Sure enough, there were little candles lit up around, as if in a huge stone hall, looming figures were talking, singing, playing the piano, drawing, but most of them were arguing.

More than half were arguing about the reformation of hell.

It seems that the last reform failed, and two big figures from hell suffered.

However, an existence known as the "Holy Son" still insists on carrying out the pilot reform of hell.

Holy Son, is it not Jabi?

"Who is calling us?"

Oliver's exclamation really alarmed those people, and Aristotle and Plato looked over one after another.

"Oh, run, the witch Harley is coming to the Grass Valley again." Plato screamed.

"Don't panic, we are not demons. The Lord Guardian of Hell only deals with demon smugglers and will not do anything to us. She told me personally."

"Yes, she doesn't target poor ghosts, but we, sages with holy relics, are in danger."

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

"Shh, stop talking, keep quiet, and go."

After a while, the crowded hall was empty.

Looking at those ancient sages who ran faster than rabbits, Oliver was dumbfounded.

"Harry, you can even deal with the ancient sages who are clean-sleeved, have no body, elegant and stalwart?"

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

After a pause, she said again: "Who said they are poor? Hell also has currency, 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 major 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 poor, they will continue to be rich and honored in hell after death.

This group of sages either left works 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 sacred power.

For example, I know that old boy Plato has a golden "Utopia", a book of 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. "

Luther's mother showed envy and longing on her face.

Sister Luther looked leisurely and fascinated.

Oliver pouted, "So, are you admitting that you robbed the sage?"

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

Caesar was suspected of colluding with a demon smuggling group. After I arrested him, he automatically took out the golden scepter as bail. "

Oliver looked skeptical.

"Oliver, Oliver, is that you?" Just as they were about to leave the hall of sages, there was a burst of anxious shouts from the corner.

Oliver was startled, he is the Green Arrow at the moment, who is calling his name?
wait, this voice
He suddenly remembered something: his father moved from the Forest of Suicides to the Hall of Sages through Harry's relationship.

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

"Oliver, slow down, wait for me." The voice was getting farther and farther away from them.

"Harry." Oliver immediately looked at Harry pleadingly.

I don't know what method Harley used. Her family's Quinn Manor seemed to be turned into a moving castle, traveling quickly through hell. This process must be under her control.

"It's better to miss each other than to meet each other." Harry sighed.

Gradually, Oliver saw the figure clearly.

It staggered and ran this way.

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

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief first, Dad's life in hell is not bad.

When he saw the familiar middle-aged and elderly face of his father, as well as the concern and ecstasy on his face, Oliver couldn't help the tears in his eyes, and tears ran across the green arrow eye mask, leaving two wet marks on his face.

"Hey, Ollie, this is you."

Old Quinn hit a layer of light film at the wall of the "operating room" and couldn't move anymore, but the distance was enough for the two to see each other clearly.

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

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

——The group of sages all know "Harry the Witch", and Dad must have heard of the name "Green Arrow".

Old Quinn shook his head, "Have you entered Hollywood? Are you playing Robin Hood? But your golden moustache is too dramatic."

Oliver said with a dark face, "I'm a superhero. You died early. You don't know that this is the era of superheroes. My outfit is very cool and fashionable in this era."

"Oh, so it's a superhero, I know. The other day, I eavesdropped on the demons and heard about 'Dark Phoenix Megatron'."

Old Quinn smiled kindly and humbly at Harley, "Especially the stories of Lord Guardian and Justice League heroes are almost well known in hell."

"Robert, are you okay?" Luthor's mother asked softly, her eyes flickering.

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

Oliver looked at his father, then at Luther's mother, and then thought of the idea of ​​the upper class in the United States, his face became even darker.

"Father, I'm a Justice League superhero now, I'm doing well, you can rest assured."

Seeing his son healthy and strong, Old Quinn was really relieved.

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

"Are you just an ordinary person?"

"Ordinary people can still be heroes. In fact, my heroic career is very successful. Now I am the guardian of Star City." Oliver said proudly.

"Time is running out, this is Luthor's operating room, and he is undergoing first aid." Harry reminded.

(End of this chapter)