I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 478 The Death of Superman
Superman said sincerely: "Harry, I know you are not a bloodthirsty person, and there is a reason for raiding this manor today.

Although I don't approve of revenge by killing, I won't impose my will on you.

But your enemy is only this formation master.

None of his family and friends were part of Witch Hunt, nor were they behind the hunt to help you out.

They're all innocent, you—"

"Okay, I see what you mean."

Harley raised her hand to interrupt him, and didn't even bother to explain that the dozens of hell titles that Alex got from Sangongmo were prepared for his family, so he turned directly to the expectant faces in the formation, and calmed down. Said: "You understand the current situation better than Superman, and if you can escape today, you will not be able to escape tomorrow, unless you get my promise not to hunt down.

I can promise you, as long as you can kill Ripperman. "

"Harry, what are you doing?"

Superman's complexion changed slightly, there was no vigilance in his eyes, only puzzlement and anger.

Alex and the others were also stunned, with blank expressions.

"I'm in a very bad mood right now, and you all know why. As long as I feel better, I'll be happy to make concessions on some small things." Halle smiled grimly, and specially emphasized the pronunciation of "small things".

Superman said seriously: "Harry, you are indeed a witch, to play tricks on people's hearts with such absurd and vicious means.

However, you underestimate me.

I don't save people to gain gratitude and admiration.

I save them only because each of them is a fresh life.

I don't care even if the person who calls for help treats me simply as a tool.

Even if the rescued person thanked me face to face, continued to speak ill of me behind my back, called me a 'Krypton devil', and even went to the Internet to blackmail me, I still didn't care.

Because what I care about has already been obtained when I saved them - protecting life and bringing beauty and hope to the world. "

"Crack, clap!" Harry applauded lightly, "That's really good, you are worthy of being the number one superhero on Earth, with mature thinking, clear goals, strong will, coupled with God-like power, you are almost perfect!"

She glanced at the formation master with a blank look, "Unfortunately, there is only one Superman in the world, and I am far from reaching your realm.

If anyone offends me, even if he cannot retaliate on the spot, he will firmly remember it in his heart and never forget it. "

"Superman, I'm sorry."

Alex swiped his right hand in the air, opening the unique portable space of a grandmaster, and several green diamond-shaped 'daggers' appeared in his palm.

"Kryptonite circle, get up!" He shouted, and the short dagger in his hand flew into the air with a "swish swish swish".

The dagger is actually a palm-length octahedral kryptonite, each side is engraved with a rune, and the eight runes light up together, a circle of daggers rotates slowly, and an emerald green circle is quickly formed between the five stones.

"Ah——" Superman was enveloped by the formation of green runes, and immediately fell weakly to the ground.

When the kryptonite dagger first appeared, with his speed and reaction, he could have retreated in time, or fired heat rays to destroy the kryptonite, but he was so shocked that he was stunned for a while.

In fact, when the formation fell on him, Superman still didn't recover.

He never expected this to happen.

This was so unexpected.

Harley wanted to kill Alex's family, Alex asked him for help in despair, he came, rescued them, and then just because of Harry's words, he would revenge?
Superman is not childish.

He has super vision and hearing, and knows how those he rescues discuss him and his actions behind their backs.

Even if in a few days, Alex joins the devil's team again, and he won't be too surprised to attack him.

But now, Alex's children and family are on the sidelines!
What kind of father would trample on his conscience and his own dignity in front of his son?
"Why?" Superman roared in the kryptonite light.

Alex said blankly: "You said it yourself, you only care about saving people, and you don't care about the attitude of the rescued people toward you."

"I don't need to care, but you should care. Look behind you. Your son, your parents and relatives have to watch you." Superman said weakly.

Alex shuddered and actually looked back.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with freckles was shocked, his mouth was wide open and he was at a loss.

The father and son looked at each other, with thousands of emotions flashing in their eyes.

In the end, only helplessness, bitterness and sadness remained in the eyes of Master Array's father.

He lowered his head and murmured: "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have coveted the title of Duke of Hell promised by Sangongmo, and I shouldn't have offended the witch Harley."

"You shouldn't have been coerced by the witch Harley, and shot at me under such circumstances." Superman said angrily.

Alex excitedly said: "What can I do? If you kill the witch directly, I will bring my family to kneel down and kowtow to you.

But you don't.

You are only responsible for saving people, but you cannot guarantee our future lives.

How scary the witch is, don't you know?
Check out my estate.

If she can find me once, she can find me again.

The next time she finds my home, I can guarantee that she will never give me another chance to call you.

Wait for my family crematorium, you don't even know we're dead.

The next day I met a witch, I can't say that you continue to laugh Yanyan.

Even if you had a chance to call your name, you couldn't come.

We know you so well that we can easily tie you hand and foot if we cause an accident in Metropolis.

You can only save people, but you can never really protect us. "

Superman wanted to argue, but he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

"Is it enough? Is this enough?" The formation master turned to Harry, shouting with red eyes, "Are you happy, satisfied?"

Harry raised his chin to Superman who was paralyzed on the ground in the formation, "Get rid of Superman, this is my previous request, and I haven't changed my mind now."

Superman struggled to lift his head, staring at her in shock.

"Really kill Superman?" Alex's face turned pale. "You have already used me, and my cowardice is still low, which proves the failure of his concept of saving people."

Harry smiled and said, "You invented a kryptonite circle specially for Superman, don't you mean to kill him?"

"The kryptonite circle was prepared for him, yes, but now, just now, he." Alex said bitterly: "He came to save me regardless of the past, me."

"Hahaha, Harley, you still lost," Superman endured the pain and laughed, "No matter what you try to prove, you have failed.

As long as the light is spread, no matter how faint the light is or how dense the darkness is, the light can always dispel some darkness. This is the meaning of my persistence. "

Harry smiled slightly, waved to the mage and said, "Put away the kryptonite circle."

Everyone thought she had compromised, and they all showed relaxed expressions.

Alex obediently disarmed the kryptonite circle.

Of the five kryptonite daggers, Harley had to take four and throw them at Chao, who destroyed them with a heat ray with a smile.

Harry casually threw the last kryptonite dagger on the ground, took a few steps back, and smiled strangely: "Alex, I still insist on the original conditions, kill Superman, and your family will be free.

You can also refuse, I will leave immediately, and then continue to hunt down your family tomorrow.

I promise you, Superman will never hear your cries for help tomorrow. "

"Harry, you—" Superman was puzzled.

Hali laughed loudly, "Tearman, you also have the right to choose this time, sacrifice your life for righteousness, and fulfill the family you want to protect. Or, do you love your own life more?"

Superman's face turned cold, "I have other options, take you down."

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared instantly, turning into a bolt of red lightning and shooting towards Harry.

"Chi Chi Chi!" As if he had predicted his action, two meters in front of Harry, seven or eight fence-like vines suddenly grew from the ground.

"Boom!" The Superman tripped, broke the vine, and fell hard to the ground.

His bare, exposed skin had the greenish-brown markings of kryptonite poisoning again.

It's vines.

The joints of the vines reveal a little green fluorescence.

"Damn, why is there kryptonite everywhere!" Superman lay on the ground and groaned.

"Hahaha" Harry was amused, "Even the gangsters in Gotham understand a truth, don't expose your weaknesses.

You are much more intimidating than a gang leader.

All those who don't want to be intimidated by your steel body will try their best to exploit your weaknesses.

And what's the use of you catching me?

will you kill me "

"I'll lock you up until you promise to give up hunting down the Alex family." Superhuman said.

"Even the Wall of Origin can't lock me up, what are you going to use to lock me up?
And, Superman, you have to figure it out, I'm the official!

You bastard hero, you actually want to shut down the official?

Didn't wake up. "Harry laughed.

"Tearman, are you okay?" The freckled boy ran over worriedly, trying to tear off the vines on Superman's body.

"I didn't—uh!" The gratifying smile on Superman's face froze, and when he lowered his head, he saw a diamond-shaped green dagger stuck in his heart.

Blood gurgled down the blood groove, staining the boy's hand red.

The boy's face became ferocious and distorted.

Harry frowned, his expression indifferent.

The freckled boy was also a mage. He squatted in front of Superman, hooked his fingers behind his back with his right hand, and the dagger on the ground fell silently to his palm, delivering a fatal blow.

Like an antelope hanging its horns, it is as neat as it gets.

"Why?" Superman asked hard.

"Chi Chi Chi!" The young man looked fierce and angry, and stabbed him seven or eight times, directly killing Superman.

"You are so tall and bright, and my father and I are so humble, why?" He gritted his teeth.

"Papa papa!" Harry applauded softly, "Good boy, you have a future!"

"I killed him." The freckled boy held the dagger, stood up, and looked directly at her, "I killed Superman."

Harley nodded, "Well, you killed Superman, you are amazing! You go, take my promise, and I will not trouble you again in the future. Carlisle, cancel the space confinement array."

Alex looked at his son with complicated eyes, but his face was also obviously relaxed-in this society, in this world, it is better to be cruel and vicious than weak and incompetent.

Without any nonsense, the formation master immediately opened the space door and disappeared without a trace with the whole family.

"Really let them go? It's fine with the formation master, his son seems to be a ruthless character." Ivy walked over and frowned.

"I keep my word." Harry said.

Carlisle leaned over to check and exclaimed, "Harry, Superman is really dead."

"Put away the corpse, we are going to leave." Harry said.

"Really dead? Do you really want him to die?" Carlisle trembled.

Ivy said: "That kid is too thief, too ruthless, I didn't even react."

"Superman, I have other arrangements. A few days ago, I developed a new skill-playing dead, which was just used by Superman."

"Can you help others pretend to be dead?" The corner of the priest's mouth twitched.

"End things here first." Harley took out the communicator and ordered to his younger brother: "Let the captives take you to find the library and the secret room, and empty the books and magic artifacts."

Half an hour later, a 'thief' who was proficient in finding hidden passages and secret rooms called out on the communication channel, "Boss, I found a naked man.

He is not an ordinary man, because he is imprisoned by the golden magic circle, which seems to be the ancient god prisoner circle you mentioned. "

—— Imprisoned by the God Prisoner Formation, could it be a god?
Harry was puzzled, and rushed over without asking further questions.

Since he was going to search for a fortune, of course Harley would not really kill all the people in the Manor of Strange Rings.

But none of the surviving housekeepers and servants knew about the secret room hidden under the underground warehouse.

At the entrance to the basement, Gibbs Jr. said solemnly, "Boss, based on my experience, this door has not been opened for at least ten years.

In other words, the man below has been imprisoned for at least ten years, but he did not die. "

Well, he's the grandson of Harley's old courtier, Old Gibbs.

Old Gibbs died of a drunken stroke four years ago. Little Gibbs didn't have his grandfather's talent of "inquiry". Instead, he joined the "Gotham Shadow Fighting League" and grew into a fighter.

"The magic circle has been running for ten years without anyone presiding over it?" Harry was a little skeptical.

But walking along the narrow and old stairs to the bottom of the secret room, you can indeed see the brilliant Prisoner Magic Circle.

Inside sat a pale man with no clothes on, the formation was running automatically, and there was no formation master to maintain it.

"Buzz!" Harley was about to step forward to ask, when the dream stone on his chest suddenly glowed red, pulling the rope and floating up, strands of dream energy, as light as clouds, floated towards the magic circle of the prisoner.

The man raised his head, his eyes twinkled like stars, "Why do you have my dream stone?"

"Your dream stone, you—" Harry's pupils shrank, and he lost his voice: "Could it be that you are the Sandman who has been missing for many years?"

(End of this chapter)