The Death Knell

In the blazing fire, Batman and Doomsday Blues looked at each other silently. The crackling sound of the flames made the atmosphere even more tense. Being trapped in the fire was obviously a very suitable scene for a decisive battle.

The fingers of both sides are making some small movements, but one is forming seals to cast spells, while the other is imitating gestures.

"It seems that you and Batman are really different. According to my research, if it were him, he would have attacked me from behind and cut out my gallbladder or broken a few bones first?"

"Haha, that's actually a sign of lack of confidence. He has no confidence in his tricks of torturing people. John, can I call you that?"

The dart in Zorn Batman's hand was still spinning, and he said with a smile:

"I'm different. I learned a lot of good things from Deathstroke and Luther. I can catch you and slowly cook it up. A short-term fear is not as good as being trapped in fear forever."

"Oh? Then I want to give it a try. I am based on Constantine from Earth 0. He was born from madness and darkness. I have all the memories of the other Constantine, including what he experienced in hell. pain of."

Doomsday Blues opened his windbreaker, revealing the dense arrays and spells on the lining of the clothes:

"Perhaps I can give you and a few Satans a score for their tongues."

"Haha, forget about scoring, because I am not a devil after all. Is your magic ready? Come on, I'm in a hurry tonight." Zorn laughed, urged again, and he held it The rotating batarang assumed a fighting posture.

"coming!"

Doomsday Blues shouted, and his sealed hands twisted like cramps. After a period of crazy waving hand-like spell-casting movements, he recited the spell in a demon-like voice.

A terrifying red light lit up behind him, the nearby flames converged towards him, and the smell of sulfur began to fill the air, which was a typical characteristic of hell spells.

Then a ball of flame appeared, floating in front of Doomsday Blues like a will-o'-the-wisp, and then he folded his hands and pushed the fire towards Batman!

Nothing happened. The will-o'-the-wisp dispersed halfway, and only Zorn's half-smiling voice could be heard:

"How's it going? Did you find that your portal can't be opened? You are still Constantine after all. It's so easy to understand. When you asked me to pay attention to your attack movements, I was sure that you wanted to escape secretly. Your escape route options are nothing more than using your legs, flying with magic, calling others to help you, or teleporting through space, right?"

".How did you do it? You obviously don't know magic."

Doomsday Blues put down his hands. He really thought so, but he didn't expect to be completely seen through by Batman and his escape route was cut off. A feeling of fear gradually rose in his heart.

Only then did he realize how terrifying Batman was.

"It's actually very simple, just simple reasoning." Zorn walked slowly towards the enemy. He even explained as he walked: "You can't run away from me, so you won't use your legs to evacuate. You can't fly my bat aircraft, so you won't be able to evacuate with your legs." You can use magic to fly. Almost all of your friends who invaded Gotham with you are dead, and your 'lord' has also been eliminated, so you can only use magic to teleport through space."

".You lied, and it is obvious to my lord"

Doomsday Blues didn't look good. This Batman's style was completely different from the information he had prepared. The information was no longer useful, and the damn Dark Knight was acting like a prophet.

"Are you trying to say that there is a 'blank' in 'my lord' and we won't notice it at all? Or that there's nothing we can do against her?"

Batman laughed and turned his head with pointed ears left and right a few times:

"You have underestimated Earth 0 and the death knell. Think about how the Laughing Bat died and how Peppertua died? Now, do you understand? Everything you have done is in vain. Everything is in vain. It’s all in vain, you will die meaninglessly.”

This is obviously a lie. Who knows what a ‘blank’ is.

In the past, Batman didn't like lying very much. When he played with the figures, he focused on sincerity and heart-to-heart communication. At most, he would use some deception to make the figures misunderstand. His game was very simple. There was no reason for a detective to lie to a criminal.

But Zorn is completely different. He is willing to lie, any lie, as long as it can gain a tactical or psychological advantage.

More importantly, Doomsday Blues is a mage. He does not have the means to contact the mastermind behind the scenes at any time and at no cost. Therefore, it is impossible for him to maintain communication with 'Blank' all the time. Then his current The source is certainly not accurate.

Isolation breeds doubt, and doubt breeds fear.

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The magician didn't say anything, just frowned, but it could be seen from the rapid movement of his eyes that he seemed to be really shaken.

In fact, his confidence in 'our lord' comes from the very high-level 'mystery' of 'Blank', but if Blank is dug out and killed by the death knell, he

"Let's get down to business. Let's talk about your current situation and my analysis."

Zorn did not give him time to continue thinking, but dragged the other person into his own language and thinking rhythm. His voice was full of laughter and confidence:

"After ruling out those possibilities, I guess there is more than 99% chance that the teleportation magic you use will be a hell spell. And one thing we all know is that in a small area where angels exist, demons cannot open teleportation. The door."

"You are no angel."

Doomsday Blues was stunned for a moment, then went back to the bar to get a glass of wine to calm his shock. He might have expected something, because his mood seemed to have calmed down a lot.

"Indeed, I'm not, but that doesn't stop me from getting a feather with angelic power."

Batman took out a long white feather from his pocket, put it in his mouth and fanned it like a fan:

"This feather comes from Gabriel. He lived in the world for a long time and sold his wings in exchange for drugs, tobacco and alcohol. I happen to be very rich and can receive some novelties from the market. "

Constantine, who came from another world, nodded. He was silent for a long time as the strong alcohol entered his throat, and then he got rid of the burning sensation of the alcohol. Then he spit out another mouthful of blood. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and said with a smile:

"Batman actually knows magic. Damn it. What the hell are you?"

"As you can see, I am Batman! Hurry up and come and fight me for the second round." Zorn Batman smiled and hooked his fingers. He still did not rush to attack, but let Doomsday Blues try again, and then Struggle.

Maybe there is still a chance?