I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 903 God's Spokesperson

"Tell me the story of Pandora in detail." Harry asked curiously.

The old wizard sighed: "There is nothing to say, but tens of thousands of years ago, Pandora was just a little girl from an ancient tribe of ancestors, she was fourteen or fifteen years old.

One day, she picked up a strange box and opened it driven by curiosity, and the seven original sins were released.

They slaughtered her tribe first, killed all her relatives and clansmen, and then set off heinous crimes all over the world.

They don't take the initiative to kill people, but manipulate people's hearts, causing the originally not so bad human beings to degenerate in the seven deadly sins and perish in the cannibalism.

Only Pandora can see their entities and know that they are in charge of everything. "

"Why can she open the box? Since the gods sealed the phantom in the box, they should hide the box well." Harry asked puzzled.

"Pandora opened the magic box. It was fate. You said you knew where the magic box was?"

"In the Eye of the Sky, the treasure trove of the US government's secret service agency." Harry said.

"Since you are in the United States, it will be very easy for you to get it, you can try it, not everyone can open it, only the true, the good, the pure and the pure soul can - ouch!"

The old wizard suddenly thought of something, screamed, and quickly changed his words: "Harry the Witch, forget what I just said, don't try it!"

Harry blushed slightly, and said embarrassedly: "I'm not as good as you said."

"What's the matter?" The old wizard was stunned.

"You think my heart is true, kind, pure and pure, and you are worried that I will open Pandora's Box." Harley said.

"No!" The old wizard said seriously: "Besides the most true, the best, the most pure and pure people, the most evil and evil people can also open it."

Harry's pretty face immediately turned cold, "I have saved more people than you have ever seen in tens of thousands of years."

"I'm doing it for your own good too. You don't want to be 'Pandora's Second', do you?" the old wizard sighed.

"Don't you think you're hypocritical? Knowing that it's not Pandora's fault, you still imposed an unfair trial on her." Harry sneered.

"As I said, it was fate that Pandora opened the magic box. It was fate that she accepted the trial."

Old Shazam deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "fate".

Seeing that Harley still didn't quite understand, he gave another little reminder, "In addition to Pandora, the Stranger and the Questioner were also judged here that day, and the three of them formed the 'Triple Sin'.

And which sect and which book did the seven deadly sins come from. Do you know what I mean? "

After the old wizard finished speaking, he blinked at her.

"Are you implying that this is God's black hand?" Harry stared.

The old wizard clenched his lightning staff tightly, raised his head nervously, glanced at the sky, shook his head repeatedly, and said, "No, I didn't say anything, and I didn't hint at anything.

The topic is far away, Pandora has nothing to do with you, and the magic box has nothing to do with you. You can just look at the seven deadly sins, and they still have nothing to do with you.

What did you come to me for?
I've explained the demonization of nightmares in enough detail, so you can go back if you have nothing to do. "

With a thought in his heart, Harry released his phantom, pointed to the scarlet energy in the form of a network on its surface, and told about his experience in the Sea of ​​Consciousness on the Day of Destruction.

"Well, the anti-life equation." Old Shazan's eyes flashed with thunder, staring at the phantom for a long time, and said solemnly: "How do you feel now?"

"no feelings."

"Cut it off." Old Shazan said.

"What?"

"If you want to complete the transformation of nightmare demonization, you have to cut off some phantoms sooner or later. Now throwing away this phantom is not only completing the progress of the sanctification of the soul, but also getting rid of the hidden danger of the anti-life equation." Old Shazan said.

"No, after cutting off the violence, I will dissipate the killing spirit in my heart, won't I become a White Lotus Madonna?" Harley shook her head again and again.

Old Shazan said seriously: "Cut off the violence, you can be a good person down-to-earth, what's wrong with turning a witch into a saint?"

"What did you cut?" Harry asked.

Old Shazan stared and said, "This is the mage's secret, how can I tell you?"

"Has anyone had a similar situation to me before? It's just that the phantom was defiled."

After recalling for a while, Old Shazam slowly said: "Phantom is a certain character in the soul, such as your phantom, it is violent.

In theory, it can spread violence, just like the Seven Deadly Sins of the Original Sins spread; it can also absorb violence from the outside world, just like the Seven Original Sins can absorb the Seven Deadly Sins of mortals to increase their strength.

Rather than saying that your phantom is polluted by the anti-life equation, it is better to say that the effect of the anti-life equation is absorbed on your phantom.

The anti-life equation is also composed of 'evil' emotional elements. Will the emotional elements be another manifestation of phantoms? "

"Ah, phantoms can absorb the energy of the anti-life equation?" Harry asked pleasantly.

Old Shazan shook his head and said, "I don't know, this is the first time I've seen an equation in this life."

Then he said seriously: "But if it is true, you are in danger. How powerful will the phantom who absorbs the effect of the equation become? How evil?

You may lose your true nature and become the embodiment of the anti-life equation.

Still cut the most peace of mind. "

Harry put the phantom away, and skipped the topic without even asking about the technique of cutting off the phantom.

"Asmodu, Archangel of the Bull Archangel of the Silver City, do you know him?" She stared at the wizard's old face and changed the question.

The old wizard immediately changed his face, "I don't know him, and I don't want to participate in the affairs of heaven."

——This place has no silver 300 taels!
Harry said seriously with a straight face: "Now the great Maharaja Asmodeus has been promoted to 'Grand Marshal of the City of Silver', certified by the Voice of Heaven himself.

I came here to look for your official business, which is to announce this news for the majesty, and ask you, do you want to send a congratulatory gift? "

The old wizard was full of doubts, "You took refuge in Asmodeus? I don't believe it."

Harry said: "I never take refuge in anyone, I only obey the orders of the Voice of Heaven.

The Voice of Heaven delivered this message to me personally.

I also asked him for instructions—whether to send a congratulatory gift to Maharaja Asmodeus.

The Voice of Heaven thinks it is necessary.

Wizard Shazam, you are also a mercenary of heaven, and you are deeply involved in the City of Silver, shouldn't you express it? "

"Do you think controlling the Voice of Heaven is equivalent to controlling the City of Silver?" Old Shazam sneered.

"I would like to hear your opinion." Harry said immediately.

Old Shazan frowned, "You're not trying to trick me by beating around the bush to inquire about the inside story of the City of Silver, are you?"

"You think too much."

"Hehe." Old Shazan sneered and closed his mouth.

Harley lowered his head and took out a Paradise Mountain mobile phone from his pocket, opened the notepad, and recited while writing: "At 2016:5 am on May 11, 2, in the hall of the Eternal Castle, Wizard Shazam sat on the throne in the middle , the corner of his mouth curled into a mocking sneer, and he said——you think that controlling the Voice of Heaven is equivalent to controlling the City of Silver."

"What do you mean?" Old Shazam asked blankly.

"I'll write down our conversation in detail and submit it to Voice of Heaven later."

"You—" Old Shazam was startled and angry, "I've been honest with you, explaining the demonization of nightmares in detail, and you actually want to kill me?!"

"Go on, let me feel your honesty!" Harry laughed.

Old Shazam gave her a hard look, and said, "The current situation in the City of Silver is similar to that of the wizard group ten years ago.

A group of middle and low-level demons who couldn't find a way to advance, united with the black magician, intending to summon the little black beans, step down hell, and change the dynasty.

Now Asmodeus does something similar.

Different from the underground activities of the Wizarding Group, his behavior was completely open in the City of Silver, and he unabashedly expressed his thoughts and purposes.

If you dare, you can go to heaven and see that there is a revolutionary movement called "Silver City Spring". "

"Uh, Spring of the City of Silver, are you sure that's what you said?" Harry twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I heard what others said." Old Shazam said bluntly.

Obviously, he was still concerned about her threat just now.

Ha Li chuckled, and said gently, "Old Sha, I'm doing it for your own good too.

Today, when even Lucifer can quit, anything can happen in the City of Silver.

What if Maharaja Asmodeus really becomes a thing? "

Old Shazam's expression froze, "What do you mean?"

Harry smiled and said: "It's not interesting, maybe we don't want to, and we don't have the ability to participate in the affairs of the City of Silver.

You can give a gift without asking for much in return, at least at a very small price, which can greatly reduce future political risks. Why not do it? "

"I don't care about the price of a gift, but the gift is too ostentatious and conspicuous." Old Shazan showed a sudden look, "I understand, you are afraid that someone will be too conspicuous to curry favor with Asmodeus, so use me as a shield!"

"After I give the gift, I will ask, besides me, the other veteran mercenaries in heaven, such as Shazam and Naboo, have they given the gift? Did they not give the gift because they were dissatisfied? Hehe."

Old Shazam gritted his teeth, "Hello."

溅！
No, it should be insidious!
Now that she gave him a gift, Naboo became more conspicuous, and it was impossible for him to be targeted by Asmodeus.

The Rock of Eternity that Harley left with a mystical battle axe.

After all, Old Shazan was persuaded by her, took out an artifact and handed it to her, and asked her to give him a gift as well.

Or, the artifact was given to her, and she took the tomahawk, so don't mess around.

For the next two days, Harley stayed at home, while supervising the CG filming of Fathead's 'The Legend of Asmodeus', while studying phantoms in the meditation room.

Two days later, Harley called Angela, the housekeeper, and Gemma, the cheap apprentice of the Gotham Cathedral, respectively. After confirming that no one came to her to exorcise her, she angrily called Jim Gordon, the "Detective from Hell", and sent He called to Quinn Manor.

"Is there anything you can't say on the phone?"

To be honest, Jim was still a little excited when he received Harry's invitation again after many years.

As a Gotham native, he still has a little contact with the police superintendents of the upper class in Gotham. Jim knows that there are quite a few people who often visit the manor on their own initiative, but they have been invited by Harley himself, and almost none have been invited in recent years.

Could it be that he is the only one?
"A few days ago, I met Jeff, a newspaper tycoon, and Kane, who opened a honey factory in Canada, at the door of Mrs. Shangdu's house. There are two other people whose names I don't know. Have there been any strange murders in the Upper East Side recently?"

Gordon shook his head and said, "Not a single case."

After a pause, he added with an ugly face and embarrassment: "Even if there is a serious murder in the Upper East Side, very few people report it, and they will choose to deal with it in private unless both parties are rich."

It must be the rich and powerful bigwigs who deal with ordinary people. How could the rich die unjustly at the hands of ordinary people?

Harry understood.

But she has now handed over Gotham to Baiteman, and this kind of bad thing is not the purpose of her looking for Gordon today.

"Recently, almost no one asks me to exorcise demons," she said.

Jim looked dazed, not knowing why.

"I guess, probably because the news of 'God exorcising magic' spread, and the McGee and his sons and the previous case became known to everyone, those rich people dared not come to me for redemption."

"No one has trouble with their lives." Jim couldn't help complaining.

"Stupid!" Harry asked seriously, with a straight face, "Is it the longer life, or the longer death?"

Jim touched the deep forehead lines engraved with the traces of time, and said in a complicated tone: "Compared with eternal death, a person's life is as short as a moment."

When I first met Harley, he was a robust "guy" in his 30s, and now he's almost half a century old!
Time flies so fast.

Life is too short, death is infinitely long.

"My 'God's exorcism' is not only about redeeming evil spirits, everyone is within the scope of redemption. As long as the McGee and his sons redeemed by me have a conscience, they will sing praises for me in hell at this time.

Even if my redemption only allows them to reduce their sins by 1%, and extend the time to the future for billions of years, they will suffer less and can fill all the houses in Gotham.

If you were McGee, would you be grateful to me? "

Jim Gordon thought about it seriously, and felt that her words made sense.

"But other people won't understand, let alone appreciate you." He said.

"So I came to you and wanted to give you a new job."

"what occupation?"

"The spokesperson of God!" Harry said solemnly.

(End of this chapter)