I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 807
"With the stamina of Roosevelt and Lincoln, even if you hear your bragging, you won't get into trouble, right?" Halle asked suspiciously.

"Harry, why am I bragging?" The leader of the horse gang glared and said, "That's right, you have fought on the front line during these years of crisis, with outstanding achievements, and I am far inferior to you.

But am I not the president, the leader of the United States?

My comparison object should be the President of the United States with the same identity!

Lincoln didn't fight southern farmers with a gun. Roosevelt was still crippled, let alone the Normandy landing. At least I drove a fighter jet to appease the people. "

"Well, you're not bragging. But Roosevelt and Lincoln should theoretically be in the Hall of Sages on the first floor of hell, and they won't become evil spirits." Harry said.

"I'm also wondering, why didn't they go to heaven because they have made outstanding contributions to the United States?

In addition to the two of them, there are others, almost from Washington to me, there is no shortage of one, and everyone who should come has come.

When the president of the United States was alive, he was already a high-risk occupation. Why is the treatment so bad after death?Almost all go to hell. "The horse gang leader said worriedly.

Harry said disapprovingly: "As long as the idea of ​​'Heavenly Blessed America' is removed, it shouldn't be difficult to understand.

I don't need to say who this piece of land originally belonged to.

So many people died, George Washington and the others had to be held accountable.

In the early stage, the indigenous people of North America were completed, and in the middle stage, they began to engage in Mexico and other countries in the Americas.

Isn't there a saying 'too far from heaven, too close to America'?

For more than half a century, in order to maintain global hegemony, the United States has committed so many evils, and it is already a good ending to go to the first level of hell. "

"Isn't America the chosen country? God Bless Amrica, we are devout Christians!" the horse gang leader shouted.

"I assure you, this statement is more false than 'I would rather be a ghost king than a servant of God'." Harry laughed.

"What?" The horse gang leader was a little confused.

Halle sighed: "Isn't there a classic passage in Milton's "Paradise Lost"-when Lucifer betrayed God, he proudly declared that he would rather be king in hell than return to heaven as a servant."

"What's wrong, is there something wrong?"

Harley pointed to the heroes who were discussing the global exorcism mission, "What are we busy with now?
Lucifer has given up hell and the position of Satan, do you still think this is okay?

Hey, mortals are arrogant and arrogant, and they like to use their own thinking to speculate on God and Satan.

Satan never said that he would rather be the king of ghosts.

In addition to the extreme hell and heaven, He is more willing to come to the world to be chic.

God never said that he would bless Millikin, let alone recognize the series of bad things that Millikin has done from the founding of the country to the present, and get His approval. "

The leader of the horse gang murmured: "It's not fair. I have worked hard to maintain the hegemony of the United States and seek the well-being of the people of the United States, but I have to bear the original sin of the country and go to hell."

"The first floor of hell is not hell, the environment is good, and there is no torture." Harry comforted him.

"Harry, I will be retiring at the end of next year, but there are still decades of good life ahead. If I worship God devoutly in the next few days, will I be able to clear up my sins and ascend to Heaven Mountain?" The horse gang leader looked at her eagerly and asked .

"Definitely no problem."

Of course you have to say nice things to your face.

The leader of the horse gang breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed, touched his neck and said: "You just said that there is resentment? It is indeed much more painful than ordinary scratches. It hurts and hurts. It still hurts after taking anti-inflammatory drugs."

Harry suggested: "Rinse with holy water a few times when you go back."

The leader of the horse gang frowned and said, "I washed it, and the priest of St. Mary's Cathedral in the Metropolitan exorcised me personally, and then sprinkled holy water, saying that the power of God has driven out all the evil."

"The size of the church is not what matters, but whether the priest who presides over the church is pious. Obviously, St. Mary's Church is well-known enough, but the priest's level is not good"

Harry stretched out his finger and tapped his neck in the air.

"Om~~" A mass of holy light the size of a plum flew over.

Like a ball of flour smashed down, a circle of dense holy light was scattered.

The horse gang leader groaned comfortably, and shouted: "It's amazing, the pain will be gone immediately. Harry, please follow me to the White House later. There is a lot of evil spirits there. There are no demons but a large group of evil spirits." .

The evil spirits can only be driven away, but cannot be killed. If they are driven away, they will come back silently. "

After the party in the Hall of Justice ended, Halle actually followed the Horseman to the White House.

"Shit, why are there so many evil spirits?!"

Arriving at the wide lawn in front of the White House, Harley couldn't help shivering.

Under the bright moonlight in summer, the White House seems to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog, with a wet and sticky discomfort.

But in fact, the air in the metropolis today is hot and dry, and the air conditioner is still on in the presidential car returning to the White House.

The sticky feeling comes from mental power.

In other words, soul and psychological discomfort.

"A lot? I didn't see it." The leader of the caravan swallowed, and stood there not daring to move.

Harry's pupils shone with golden light, and the God of War's radiance formed a faint circle of light between her brows, and all the dark things could not hide in front of her.

"Haven't you hired an expert to deal with it? Thousands of undead have piled up the White House into a mountain of undead, and there is almost no gap left." Her tone was dignified and somewhat puzzled.

"Nina, where are you, Nina?" the caravan leader looked around and shouted loudly.

A small agent in a jumpsuit walked quickly from behind, "Mr. President, I am here!"

After walking in, I found that she was a female murloc with fins between her fingers, a smooth face with no hair, and a ring of fins around her ears.

However, Harry didn't show a strange expression.

The Shadow Bureau is like that.

Werewolves, mummies, and Frankenstein are all monsters detested by God.

"Mr. Quinn said that the White House is full of undead. Is it true? How did you clean it up?" the horse gang leader said angrily.

"Are there so many undead?" Murloc Nina glanced at Harry, took out a tablet computer, and started to "Didi Di" to the White House.

"Well, the concentration of negative elemental force is indeed exceeding the standard, but it is 25% weaker than yesterday. It is a normal phenomenon now that hell has been emptied and a large number of negative energy creatures have entered the material universe."

Harry leaned his head over to take a look, and it turned out to be a set of instruments for detecting the concentration of magic power in hell.

"You rely on scientific instruments to catch ghosts?"

The murloc agent shook his head and said, "Demons can be killed, but the evil spirits of hell belong to God, they cannot be destroyed, they can only be expelled."

In fact, except for a very small number of powerful people, the exorcism in this world only drives away but does not kill.

Because demons are also hard to kill.

After death in the material world, they will be reborn in hell, and most of the demons that harm the world are just projections.

Richie and Zackcon were only surprised when Harley killed the Horned Bargh for the first time ten years ago and got the devil's horn.

"Can you see the spirits of the dead?" Harry asked again.

"Heavy grievances or ordinary undead can be seen by the naked eye, while those with light grievances are like seeing people hidden in the grass with infrared rays at night, it is very blurry.

I can't perceive some special undead without resentment at all.

But if there is no grievance, it will usually not hurt the living, so don't worry about them. "The murloc agent said in a very flat tone.

But the leader of the horse gang was excited, "You didn't tell me that before. You said that the White House has been cleaned up, and there is no more evil spirit."

"I can't perceive it, so it doesn't mean it doesn't exist?" Agent Murloc said confidently.

"You—" the caravan leader pointed at her, his face flushed red with anger.

Harry patted his arm and persuaded him, "It's not about Agent Nina's abilities. Some evil spirits are not evil spirits, they're just like memory, and even the most powerful spirit mages can't see them."

"I can't even see the gods, isn't it scary?" the horse gang leader said in horror.

"Mages go into a state of deathbed metamorphosis, did you know that?" Harry asked.

"Oh, the change of magic power!" The leader of the horse gang suddenly realized, "I heard that when the deathbed transforms into the change of magic power, the mage can see things that only he can see."

Since Louise's special program "Harry's Growth" was broadcast, people all over the world know that there are martial arts and magic in the world, and that golden nuclear bombs can become superhumans through practice.

And the high-level government officials have a more in-depth understanding of martial arts and magic.

The leader of the horse gang knew that it was not surprising that he would transform at the end of his life.

"Strange, why are there so many undead in the White House? Could it be that there is a passage to hell nearby?"

Harry walked forward slowly, his body emitting a faint light of heaven, wherever he went, the undead backed away in horror.

"Jebe, Jebbe!"

Walking around inside and outside the White House did not find anything unusual, so Halle could only call for foreign aid.

"Whoosh—" Yebi put down "Marxism" and quickly jumped out of the caravan leader's Cadillac Tivel.

"It's really weird, there is no space gap connecting to hell here, and there is no—Oumaika!" Yebi's dog eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Master Harley, there is a 'Hell Kingdom' under the White House.

It shouldn't be, it hasn't happened the last time, who can create a kingdom of God so quickly?Could it be related to the emptying of hell? "

"What are you talking about?" Harry patted the dog's head, "Speak clearly."

Yebi was uncertain: "To attract so many evil spirits from hell, generally speaking, there are two situations, either there is a dimensional crack connecting hell here; or artificially, for example, summoning, for example, this place is transformed into a piece of hell The 'field' of the world - as Mammon, once the king of wealth, did on Wall Street.

But neither is the case here.

I don't know why, but the White House seems to be connected to a "Kingdom of Faith", imitating the Kingdom of God in hell. "

Harry frowned: "The White House is not connected to hell, but a fake hell?"

"That's right."

"There are fakes in hell?"

"I don't know either. I am young and have little experience. This is the first time I have encountered such a thing." Yebi shook his head.

"How do I get in? I can't even perceive its location." Harry said.

"I don't know, I'm a child of hell, but it's a fake hell."

The leader of the caravan changed his expression, and said: "I met Kennedy the day before yesterday, and he invited me to visit 'his country of America', and said it looked like hell, it's too outrageous. Could it be 'the kingdom of hell?'"

"Come and ask." Harley turned around and saw tens of thousands of undead politicians in suits and ties, as well as dead ghosts who had been shot, but she couldn't find Kennedy or, she glanced at it and didn't recognize him?

"John Kennedy!" she yelled.

"What's wrong with her, who is she calling?"

The wife of the horse gang leader came out of the bedroom when she heard the movement, and asked in fear.

"Call the Kennedy we met last time, the one who was shot in the back of the head." The caravan leader whispered.

"Ah, it, it hasn't left yet? Didn't the agent say to clean them up? No, I'm going to move, this damn place——ahh!" Mrs. Ma pointed to the front and screamed.

"Are you looking for me?" A middle-aged Caucasian man slowly approached, clutching the back of his head.

(End of this chapter)