My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Eric had also heard the story about the three-phase goddess Hecate.

He also knew the story of Diana being branded by Hecate.

From the very beginning, Eric focused on Diana's magical identity.

He wanted to use Diana's identity as the main entry point, but he didn't expect the baron to think of this as well.

Yes, I also know about this. Diana once established contact with Hecate. This may be a place we can use, and we can talk about it later. But Baron, what is this place?

Eric asked the question he wanted to know the most at this time, Is it your mystery house?

No, this is the underground world, Lingbo Town, a place built by a group of descendants of Roanoke's fallen Puritan magicians, and Clarion's hometown.

the Baron explained.

As for where his mysterious house went, he didn't say, and Eric couldn't ask further.

Then why is your teleportation magic still available, Baron? Isn't magic already dead?

Eric continued to ask him.

You have to ask Constantine about that.

The baron turned his gaze to Constantine who was acting as a spectator.

Constantine saw several people turn their gazes to him, and shrugged his shoulders, It's very simple, I used your box of 'God Gene Potion' as a bet to play a game of poker with some people in Prague, and some people bet on luck. Not too good, I won a little too much. So...

His expression was a little shy, I won this kind of prop, a prop that can pull you over.

After hearing Constantine's explanation, Eric nodded clearly.

It is estimated that the game he was talking about was going to trick those simple devils in hell again.

But with my No. 5 compound to deceive people, why am I so inexplicably unhappy!

 …

Boom boom boom!

The underground train is running fast.

This is the green leather train from Wuzhen to the world above ground.

The train rattles and rattles through the strange world around it.

First, there was a world made of red lava, no living things could be seen, only black smoke rising.

Then there is a dark space, the sky hangs down green silk thread, like a line of raindrops. There are small animals running around.

Eric sat in the last car and looked out through the glass.

Found that the little animals resembled the kitten on Clarion's shoulder.

After communicating with the baron, he carried the train to the world above ground.

With no one to accompany him, the baron lost the mystery house, and the witch boy's magical ability was greatly weakened because of Lingbo Town's aura becoming thinner. As for Constantine, this guy Eric didn't trust him at all.

So in the end, only Eric went to the ground alone.

In the end it was all alone.

He is determined to go to Gotham's Wayne Building, and have a final battle with Omega.

Although the strength of the enemy and ourselves is very different, he cannot escape, and he does not want to escape.

Taking a breath of relief, he closed his eyes and meditated.

Empty your head and allow yourself to be completely still.

 …

Gotham, on top of the Wayne Building.

Everything from Wayne Manor has been completely transplanted here.

Tree-lined, slightly cool.

It is hard to imagine such a spectacle on the roof of a building.

Omega walked out of the manor with her hands behind her back.

Behind him is Bane carrying a scarecrow.

The Scarecrow reported to him, Good news, sir, the signal booster is almost ready, and those people have all been locked up. But...

but?

Omega hummed the word from his nose.

But the new Batman, he could come here. But sir, we'll be ready for it, for him. He doesn't know what Gotham has become, what Gotham is.

Omega turned back slightly, What is Gotham? A long time ago, there was a column in the newspaper, which was published every day with the headline, 'Gotham is...', and then citizens can fill in the answers.

He sank into the memory, The last time it was released, it gave an answer: Gotham is you!

But is that the right answer? No, never!

His emotions fell into a slight madness, Never, Gotham is not you, not me, and not them!

gentlemen......?

Omega ignored it and continued: Gotham was a lie, but it will never be again... prepare the booster!

We're activating a new traffic light tonight!

Yes, sir! But what about those people? Wonder Woman and Raven, and those of the Rebels.

The Scarecrow asked him for instructions.

After activating the signal lights, dispose of them all.

He picked up the metal fork stuck in the ground, They're no longer a threat.

No more threats!

After Eric got off the train, he hurried to Gotham.

The clown with the lantern hanging on his waist sneered, You have no threats anymore, are you going to die? Bat, although we are not of the same kind, I don't want to see you cut in half by Omega.

The same kind? We are indeed not the same kind, but we are considered allies now. Since we are allies, we can't regret it after making a decision.

The clown's head was shaking in the lantern, Hey, I didn't agree with your crazy behavior!

Yeah?

Eric looked at the shimmering Wayne Building in the distance, It doesn't matter if we agree or not!

After entering the city, his speed was even faster.

Use the hook gun and cape to hook the city's buildings and swing yourself in the air.

In an instant, we arrived at the entrance of Wayne Building.

There are no guards near Wayne Mansion.

There was only one combination lock, and there seemed to be no booby traps nearby.

He took out the universal answer and adjusted the frequency.

We can only hope that this combination lock is not treated specially like the one in the madhouse.

Otherwise he'd have to consider another way to get into the building.

After adjusting for a while, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he found that the combination lock hadn't been specially treated.

Etc., etc!

The clown in the lantern suddenly prevented Eric from opening the combination lock.

What's wrong? Eric stopped what he was doing.

When the door opens, I need a great Robin line like 'Damn Sesame Spell, Batman!' or 'Damn Secret Evil Lair, Batman!'

Eric paused, ignored his nonsense, and continued to operate the universal answer.

If you want to chant a spell and show off your special opening line, it can only be said that the spell just now is terrible!

Eric complained about the clown's spell.

Impossible? Bat, you are not the type to say such a thing!

The clown blew on his hair, I'm going to cast a spell.

Before he could say the spell, the door opened with a bang.

Eric put away the Universal Answer, clapped his hands, and went in with the clown lantern.

Oh my god!