I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 480 Harley's Gift

"Oh, it turns out that the evil owl god came from the field of monitors." Harry wondered: "Why do the powerful people in the field of monitors engage in cult activities in Gotham?"

"I don't know. What exactly was your first request?"

Harry suppressed the doubts in his heart, and said seriously: "I want the greatest dream power that you can bestow on outsiders."

Sandman's face changed slightly, and he said coldly, "Do you want to get your hands on the dream dimension?"

"I have no intention of competing with you for the control of the dream. My request is——as the master of the dream, the highest title of the kingdom of dreams that you can confer.

Just like hell, the nobles of hell are not empty positions, they represent the corresponding authority of hell. "Harry said.

Sandman's expression turned cold, and he said in a blunt tone: "I can make you a king and rule a brand new dream space, just like the devil in hell."

"It's not me" Harry said with a wry smile about Rachel, "I want to give her both the authority and the crown.

Although I don't know what method the Sangongmo used, but it must be distorting Rachel's mind.

I don't even dare to approach Lingbo Prison now.

Going into hell to save her is an extravagant hope that only exists in a dream.

But now, I see hope in you.

A dream is not only a beautiful hope, but also a real power.

She, who has been tortured for so many years, needs hope and even more strength.

As long as she can fly freely in her dreams, do whatever she wants, be happy, physical torture is nothing. "

The coldness on Sandman's face melted like ice and snow, and he reminded in a gentle voice: "I will only do it once to give up the power of the dream.

There are many creatures in the dream kingdom, and there are only four great lords under me.

Adding a fifth lord will already break the balance, and the sixth place must never appear again. "

"I understand, this is a 'request' not a favor." Harry said.

"Daughter of the Three-Ghost Demon, Rachel Rose" Sandman closed his eyes for a moment to perceive, "I found traces of her in the dreamland, and when I return to the dreamland and recover a little bit of strength, I will fulfill my promise.

I will notify you at that time, and I can arrange for you to meet in the dream. "

"Thank you, Brother Murphy!" Harry said sincerely.

Sandman frowned slightly, "You can call me by my name directly, don't call me Big Brother."

"Okay, Murphys." Harry followed suit and followed suit.

Murphys looked up at the dark ceiling, "I should go, Harley Quinn—"

"Just call me Harley," Harry said.

"Harry, there are too many things waiting for me to deal with in the dream kingdom, I have to go." Murphys said.

"Without the Dream Stone, I will no longer be able to sense the Dreamland, how can I contact you?" Harry asked quickly.

"I will take the initiative to find you if I have something to do," Murphys said.

"But what if I need to find you?"

Murphys thought for a while, and said, "After a while, I will give you another dream stone."

Clark is cold.

The first time the kryptonite dagger pierced his chest, he was in pain, but after the boy stabbed him a dozen times like crazy, he no longer felt the pain, only dazed, feeling endless emptiness and coldness surrounding him.

He flew lightly into the sky, saw his dead body with wide-eyed eyes and distorted expression below, saw the boy being praised by Harley, and watched the formation master Alex's family enter the space gate and disappear.

—Harry really let them kill him?

Clark was frustrated and sad in his heart.

He still regarded her as a friend, but she... Although she didn't kill him directly, she facilitated and let it happen.

He didn't hate that boy very much, because when he saved them, he really didn't have the slightest desire for utilitarianism.

However, it is inevitable that he will feel sad in his heart when he dies under the plot of the rescued person.

——I responded to the call of the Array Master tonight, and traveled thousands of miles from the United States to the United Kingdom. Did I do it right?
Clark was a little uncertain.

Judging from the results, his goal was achieved, and the Alex family survived.

cost and process
He is not afraid of death.

His father died in a tornado trying to save others, and he was there, with super vision, he could see every detail of his father's expression. There was no fear or regret, only calmness and a touch of regret.

If he could die in the process of saving people like his father, he would be happy and proud of it.

But now. Although he has saved people, this way of inspiring the darkness of human nature and trampling on conscience and human dignity makes him feel very uncomfortable.

Harley is worthy of being a witch, she is so devilish.

A few words can make a child who should have been baptized by the light he brought fall back into deeper darkness.
Clark stared at Harry, who was looking through the spoils happily, with mixed emotions in his heart.

——Eh, she seems to have looked over?can she see me?The smile is so weird, right, what state am I in now, why didn't I go to heaven?

Clark looked around, he was floating four or five meters above the corpse, and there was a circle of white light around his soul, which made him no longer so cold and empty.

——Could it be Harry's dark witchcraft?

Clark lowered his head and carefully examined the wound on his chest.

There are several holes in the heart, which is undoubtedly fatal.

—Perhaps, this is what the dead should be like?Only after being buried can he leave this world and go to heaven?

Full of doubts, Clark watched Harry bring him to the metropolis, and called Louise who was full of doubts. Then, seeing the corpse, Louise broke down and cried.

"Louise" Clark called softly.

No one saw him, and no one responded to him.

Seeing his lover's heartbroken look, he regretted for the first time his rescue behavior tonight.

—I'm not God, I'm not a god, I can't make things go my way No, no, no, I can regret anything, but never about saving the innocent.

If I turn a deaf ear to cries for help and turn a blind eye to those who cry for help just out of fear of sacrifice, why should I put on a Superman uniform?
"Clark, oh, no—" the mother wailed and passed out.

He went back to Smallwell, Kent Farm.

Halle sent his body back with Louise in the blimp.

Father Carlisle, who was beside Harry, helped to wake up his mother. Mother and Louise, left and right, threw themselves on his dead body and wept sadly.

"Mom, Louise."

Clark was at a loss.

He regretted a little just now, but immediately became firm in his belief.

But now, should he regret it?

Clark didn't know, so he was at a loss.

"Clark, do you regret it?"

Suddenly, a melodious and misty gentle female voice appeared behind him.

Clark turned around and was stunned.

In the holy and glorious sky, stands a ten-meter-high deity. The deity wears a white and spacious robe, with a very kind face, and the bright and clean face exudes the light of compassion and compassion.

There is also a golden halo above her head, which makes her more sacred and noble, and cannot be profaned.

His first thought was that he had seen the Virgin.

But that face is definitely Harley!
"Harry?" he called uncertainly.

"Yeah." Virgin Mary nodded with a calm and peaceful smile.

"What's going on?" Clark asked blankly.

Harry laughed and said, "Just because you're stupid, doesn't mean I'm as unguarded as you.

When that kid just approached you, I noticed that his expression was wrong, and there was a murderous look in his eyes.

After that, he hid his hands behind his back and used his mind to take the kryptonite dagger, which was all in my eyes. "

"Why didn't you stop it?"

"Why stop it? Didn't he kill you under my persecution?"

Clark was speechless.

Harry continued: "After seeing his actions, I quietly opened the domain of the Holy Mother and protected you in the aura of the Holy Mother's love, so you have never died.

After all, I still consider you a friend.

It's not going well tonight, and I just want to teach you a lesson, so I won't bring you down for the sake of a few small characters. "

"I'm not dead? That's great." Clark was overjoyed at first, but when he thought of Harry's troubles, he asked in surprise, "What are you trying to do?"

"I didn't say it clearly enough? I'm upset and want to have fun." Virgin Mary said with a straight face.

"Looking for fun by playing with my soul?" Clark exclaimed angrily.

"Hehe, calm down and feel it. Right now, your body, your soul, or your ideals, which one hurts more? Whichever hurts more, I'm hurting whichever one." Harry laughed.

"You want to crush my ideals?" Clarke looked complicated, "I have let you down. I knew human beings are not perfect a long time ago.

Greed, laziness, vanity, sensitivity, indifference, jealousy.
But when I put on this uniform, I already have the awareness to give up everything to protect human beings, and lead human beings to a better future with hope. "

"Unfortunately, you didn't bring hope after you gave up everything. For example, tonight, what do you think you got in exchange for your death?
Is it the spiritual sublimation of the Alex family?

Hehe, your 'sacrifice' made them even more depraved. "Harry sneered.

"That's because of you, you are a witch! They are right, you play with people's hearts, distort human nature, are sinister and ruthless, and are more demons than demons." Clark said excitedly.

Harry asked curiously: "You have been a hero for a long time, and you still have a fan base in Metropolis, for example, haven't Luthor, Metal Man, Toy Man ever used similar methods against you?

Is it because they pity you too much, or are they not smart enough?
Oh, Luthor doesn't lack brains, does he lack criminal art skills? "

"Even if they kill like hemp and have bloody hands, they are still inferior to you when it comes to viciousness, cunning, and desecration of humanity." Clark said in a complicated tone.

"My only viciousness tonight is to try my best to help you see the reality clearly—you are not an almighty God, you can't do what you want, and you have to face the helplessness in reality." Harry said lightly.

"I never felt like I was God," Clark said passionately.

Harry immediately said, "Then why did you do something that even God wouldn't do?"

"Saving innocent people, isn't it within my ability and morality?"

"You have to be able to tell who is really innocent and who is worth saving first, can you?" Harry asked.

"In Strange Ring Manor, those who did not directly participate in the Witch Hunting Squad are not guilty of death." Clark said firmly.

"Childish! The Brotherhood is a magical organization. If I come here to trouble the president, will others stand by and watch?
If I only kill Alex, will his son not seek revenge from me when he grows up?

Your biggest mistake is not abusing good people or saving everyone, but that you are simply incapable of distinguishing right from wrong. "

"Harry, I have mature values ​​and know what is right and what is wrong." Clark said dissatisfied.

Harry sighed: "Being able to say this proves your naivety even more.

Because most things in the world, there is no right or wrong.

There is no right or wrong, how do you tell right from wrong?
There is no right or wrong, you just have to distinguish between right and wrong.

Alex's reward for joining the Witch Hunting Squad is a devil duke and several devil viscounts. Who do you think is the beneficiary?
The beneficiaries didn't chase me down, so are they innocent?

I seek revenge from the fraternity, but many people in the fraternity have no idea that their president and master hunted me, but I killed them.

But don't kill them, they will stop me and retaliate against me afterwards. "

(End of this chapter)