The Death Knell

The blood-red moonlight shone on everyone's heads on the battlefield, and black shadows swayed and fought in the not-so-bright environment. The depths of the dark rain forest fell silent again, like a silent giant beast.

There were sounds of fighting in my ears, especially on Deadpool's side against the monster army. There was a lot of movement.

On the other hand, Diana and Circe, plus a Cyborg, the three of them changed the battlefield to the sky.

Three different blood-colored moon phases, densely packed with bright stars in the dark sky, when the three of them fight, they create bright lights of various colors, just like the flash of a camera, briefly tearing apart the night again and again.

"I'm going to help Diana."

Jessica was about to fly away. Here, near the entrance of the dungeon, the witch boy seemed to have given up resistance after the arrival of the death knell, and even stopped casting spells.

"Go and help Zatanna." Su Ming asked Strangler to pull Jessica out of the air, manually adjust her to a new direction, and patted her on the back: "It's best not to fight with Circe. It can be a human, a demigod, a demon, or even a machine or a cat. Mo Lu is not safe, and I still don’t know to what extent she has been strengthened under the Witch’s Moment.”

"Well, anyway, I can't stand here idle and watch my friends fight."

Jessica only remembered that Deathstroke said that men should not be close to Circe. Now it has developed to all human beings. As expected, he is so cautious...

She looked up with some sympathy at Cyborg, who was blasting Circe with light cannons with both hands. She shook her head regretfully and sighed. Cyborg had been expelled from the category of men by Deathstroke before, and now he is not even considered a human. Already?

"well."

With a sigh, but that was all, she obediently flew towards the defense line on Deadpool's side. The familiar Omega rays immediately penetrated the heads of countless skeletons, blasting them into the air and turning into a handful of white ash.

While the two were talking, the wizard just stood there quietly, stroking the cat's body with his palms.

Su Ming turned his attention to him again. In the past, the witch boy had a melon hijab. He looked quite cute at first, but now he has changed his hairstyle, which was the most popular style among missionaries in the Middle Ages. He was bald in the middle of his head and surrounded by a lot of hair. Devotional style for looped hair.

The mercenary smiled, and the God Killer in his hand transformed into a big sword: "You don't want to run? In fact, you can retreat. Although you are a bit naughty sometimes, you are also a friend of the Justice League. If I kill you, what will happen afterwards?" Diana will not be happy."

"Retreat? Where can I retreat to?" The witch boy put the cat on his shoulder and held the cross hanging on his chest tightly with both hands: "As long as Witch Town is still underground in New York, I have no way to retreat."

After saying this, Su Ming basically understood that the witch boy was indeed held back by the fools in the city.

His citizens are magicians and believers in God.

Avatars of both magic and witchcraft now walk the earth, choosing between the two, choosing only what they believe is right rather than choosing the stronger.

The Puritans all have a mentality similar to that of martyrs. Once they decide something, ten cows can't pull it back.

The wizard boy was swayed by public opinion. Others had lived underground for a long time and did not understand the situation, but how could he not know what kind of person Circe was?

What he meant was that he didn't want to join the witchcraft team, but the villagers asked him to join, so he had no choice but to come.

The long lifespan of magicians means that the number of relatives and friends is much more than ordinary people can imagine. The whole family knelt down and kowtowed, begging him to go to work somewhere. Can he not go?

In addition to family and friendship, the strange order of Wu Town does not rely on combat power to obtain the right to speak, but the degree of study of the Bible determines the right to speak.

Although the witch boy has strong fighting ability, he has never read the Bible seriously, so he is naturally no match for the natives of Witch Town in terms of verbal combat.

He inherited the title of missionary but had no corresponding knowledge, so he could only listen to the mercy of the people in the city.

Perhaps he was rendered speechless? Haha, in order to send the witch boy off to the war, these people gave him the most pious hairstyle, put on a monk's dark brown robe, and hung a cross.

It's like the Crusades, but I don't know if he made a vow like, 'I won't take a bath until Jerusalem is captured.'

Deathstroke took a look at the battle situation in the sky. It was still relatively stable. Circe activated the field card "Three Moon Phases", but these blood moons currently seemed to have no additional effect other than providing shelter to the monsters on the ground.

Need to observe again...

He placed his sword on the ground. The metal and the stones that made up the square made a friction sound. A cluster of weeds was cut between the bricks, but no one paid attention.

Deathstroke nodded to the wizard boy and smacked his lips: "I don't believe in any religion, but I know something about Puritanism in the United States. It should be the Calvinist sect among the three Catholic and Protestant sects, right? They believe that everything is predetermined by God. There are arrangements and it has nothing to do with human efforts. If things go well, it’s because of God’s care. If things don’t go well, it’s because of one’s own sins.”

The witch boy was silent for a moment, but nodded with difficulty, looking a little decadent: "It seems that you think this is ridiculous like me. Obviously, as magicians, there is a way to enter 'heaven' as long as they study magic, but they don't dare to go , just make your own rules underground and show your loyalty to that person by your own rules."

"I see, there is no image of Christ on your cross, because the Puritans do not worship idols, but this is what I am confused about. Since they don't need the magic to go to heaven, and they don't want the benefits, why did they turn to Circe? ?”

This is what Su Ming is curious about, because it doesn't make sense logically. The Puritans advocate a life of simplicity, poverty, and no desires. So now they just need to huddle in the city and guard against death. Why do they want witch boys to come? Stirring up this muddy water?

Clarion smiled bitterly and rolled her eyes: "Because Circe promised them that in the future when she is successful, Puritanism will become the only doctrine of God in the world..."

Well, it turns out it's not for themselves, but for 'truth' and 'the glory of the Lord', well...

Su Ming also laughed and shook his head: "Compared with heretics and unbelievers, are heretics more hateful? Circe is a believer of Hecate. Strictly speaking, it is the Ancient God Sect, a proper heretic. Ah. But your fellow villagers still chose to join her holy war in order to deal with other people who play with the Bible."

Speaking of which, the conditions offered by Circe were truly something the Justice League could never offer. That woman was really a clever little girl. She knew she couldn't convince the witch boy, so she went to convince him of his bond and put him on the chariot.

"Ah, that's pretty much it. Now you understand, this is a religious war, and I am the elected holy warrior."

The witch boy pointed at his current attire, looking a little helpless, but he quickly let go of the cross, raised his hand to open the portal behind him, and summoned the sea of ​​tentacles:

"You already know everything. I don't want this. But I won't let my relatives down. My personal desires and tendencies are insignificant compared to everyone's ideals. Come on, I need a glorious battle. Holy! All belongs to my Lord!”

Su Ming took a deep breath and raised the golden sword in his hand. The shadow of the red moon reflected on the sword, and he gently exhaled the fragrance:

"MDZZ..."