The Death Knell

"It's almost time."

The death knell flew to McGeeken's side. The hell lord's body was emitting black smoke, and fire was spurting out from her seven orifices at the same time. The pale flesh was like a lifeless piece of flesh.

"Ah, yes, I almost lost track of time."

She smiled, punched herself in the belly, took out a bloody bug with fangs, threw it on the ground and crushed it to death. This was the carnivorous monster that Circe had manifested inside her body, wanting to destroy the other party's. viscera to defeat the devil.

But this only makes Maggie more happy. She enjoys pain, is addicted to pain, she is pain itself.

She even wanted to see how much meat the bug could eat and suffocate it to death, but the death knell came to urge her, so she stopped playing.

While the two were talking, Circe took the opportunity to point her finger at Su Ming. There was no light, shadow, or spell-casting action, only a simple wish:

"Become a dog!"

However, Deathstroke still stood there without any change. The red goggles looked at her calmly, as if watching a magician's trick, and clapped gently.

He didn't speak, but just made a gesture of invitation, indicating that Circe could try again.

"Become a pig!"

The witch naturally wanted to try again, even though it seemed like she was listening to him, but since she had the opportunity, of course she had to seize it.

Unfortunately, Deathstroke was still in human form without any changes. He even raised his hand to pat the mouth of the mask, as if he was dozing off.

"This is impossible. I can change all the rules of this dimension, but why doesn't this work for you? Are you human?"

Circe took several steps back. She held the jar in one hand and grabbed her hair with the other hand, with a look of disbelief on her face. Although the other party had eaten Molu, under the rules of the dimension, Molu should be invalid!

Deathstroke then took off the mantra lasso from his belt behind him, which he had just taken from Diana's body. He made the lasso snap with both hands like pulling on a belt, while slowly walking towards Circe:

"I'm just an ordinary person. My English name is Slade, my Chinese name is Su Ming, my Russian name is красавчик, my French name is Beau mec, and my Arabic name is ????????????...but I Isn't it still me? I am Deathstroke, that's all..."

Maggie Ken snickered first. As a demon king who has lived for a long time, she is also very knowledgeable about human language.

Let’s not talk about the first two languages, English and Chinese, but in the latter languages, these names all mean ‘beautiful man’ and ‘handsome guy’. They must have been made up on the spot to deceive Circe.

Satan knew why Circe's transformation technique was ineffective against Deathstroke, because all the bones in Deathstroke's body were made of X metal, and Creation Metal did not succumb to low-dimensional concepts.

The bones cannot be changed, so the transformation spell is naturally broken.

To put it simply, God may be able to turn Deathstroke into a sheep, but Circe can't. This is simply because she lacks vision and strength.

For the same reason, the slicing witchcraft she used against Diana before was also ineffective against Deathstroke.

And the witchcraft that just made people grow bugs in their bodies was useless.

Maggie knew that there was a black monster inside Deathstroke. She didn't know what race it was, but she could feel that the creature was full of hunger and the desire to kill.

Just like what she told Circe not long ago, the witch in front of her lacks imagination.

Whether it is magic or witchcraft, it is a dark art. Wherever the mind touches, reality changes.

I thought about it, so I can do it. But if you can’t think of it, you’ll never do it.

Circe's spells and ideas... are too simple and too old-fashioned. This is why Maggie said that she will definitely lose to Deathstroke.

In a battle between sorcerers, if one party's way of thinking is completely anticipated by the other party, there will definitely be no fight.

"Don't come over, Diana's soul is still in my hands."

When Circe faced Su Ming's nonsense and pressing steps, she couldn't help but retreat quickly, and even blocked the jar in front of herself.

However, the footsteps of Deathstroke did not stop at all, and the mantra lasso had been made into a loop, and it was circling in the air like a cowboy roping a horse: "You are free to do as you like, anyway, if Diana really dies, I can just live happily with Donna. We are together, thank you."

"!!!"

Circe's yin and yang face was now stiff. She had indeed heard some rumors about the two sisters, Deathstroke and Paradise Island, but she didn't expect to admit it so shamelessly!

"Ah, I know what you want to say. You want to say that Donna was captured by the Laughing Bat, and she might die, right?" Deathstroke's head tilted, and his shallow footprints were left on the silver moon surface: "It doesn't matter. There's Cassie Sandmark. She's younger and has beautiful blond hair. If both aunts are dead, a niece would be nice too."

"you......"

Circe hugged the jar tightly, feeling a burst of sadness in her heart. Was Diana's experience as miserable as hers?

Betrayed by a man, betrayed by a man...

If he kills Diana, he will still be dead when facing Deathstroke and Satan. Will he make Deathstroke's shameless dream come true?

No, no! Shameless men must not be allowed to succeed.

Circe sneered. Diana, who was locked in the jar, had woken up a long time ago and could now hear the conversations outside. Now that this was the case, she would not let Deathstroke's conspiracy to kill someone with a knife come true!

She simply threw away the bottle in her hand, and the clay pot with a black figure on it rolled a long way away. The figure became unstable and fell into a ball.

Then she stretched out her finger, and with a puff of smoke, the translucent Diana soul floated out of the jar.

It's just that the soul still looks dazed, swinging back and forth in the air. It really looks like a ghost under the moonlight. No, judging from the expression, it's still a wraith.

"Your Majesty Satan?"

Su Ming tilted his head and gave Maggie Ken a look. It had been arranged before, so she must have understood what to do.

It is right to look to the devil for soul-related issues. Although the Justice League has never dealt with hell, this does not mean that the power of the devil cannot be used.

As long as you pay the right price and sign the right contract, the Demon King can also be used. This is the biggest difference between Marvel wizards and DC wizards.

In Marvel, without a demon to support you, it is really difficult to get involved in the magical world. In DC, making a deal with the Demon King is considered degenerate and corrupt, and only a handful of mages would do so.

On this point, Su Ming has similar views to Constantine, but completely opposite to Batman.

Batman once taught himself magic, but the purpose was to learn how to deal with magic attacks, not to become a spellcaster. He was very taboo about the mysterious power of darkness.

Let alone letting him deal with demons, that is not in line with his beliefs and outlook on life.

The original Diana was also like this. Although she was the leader of the Dark Alliance, she would never make a deal with the devil, and she could not even live in the same room with the devil. It was Su Ming who influenced her and made her more tolerant. .

Maggie Ken came back to his senses and saw the soul staring angrily at Deathstroke, with a 'funny' expression on the rotten half of his face.

"Are you sure you want me to resurrect her? But she looks like she wants to kill you."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'll give you another plate of Lucifer and Eclipse when you get back." Su Ming rushed towards Circe in a shoulder-to-shoulder stance, and the other party also used his free hands to unleash full firepower, and the air floated. Here comes this sentence.

Maizi took a deep breath, even a natural eclipse...

"make a deal!"