The Death Knell

After drinking a glass of wine, Doomsday Blues' mental state improved significantly. The sequelae caused by the previous failure to cast the spell and the backlash were now greatly suppressed.

Alcoholism may be a disease, but alcohol itself has positive aspects.

It can disinfect and inhibit bacteria, numb nerves, provide a sense of joy, and can also be used to set fire.

Constantine from another world also has severe alcohol dependence, but correspondingly, after he consumes alcohol, he will be as quick-thinking and energetic as an addict who is satisfied.

Cooking oil in a fierce fire always bursts out with powerful energy. Although he knew that he was like firewood in a stove and it was not a good thing to accelerate the burning, he couldn't care less about it now.

"Originally, the timing was not very good. I didn't want to fight you, Batman." Doomsday Blues sighed. He put the cup on the bar and rolled up his sleeves seriously: "But now that all my trash teammates are dead. , I can only find a way to drag you to hell with me."

"Hurry up, you don't have much time."

Zorn seemed to have not heard the threatening words and still urged with a smile. He even lowered his raised arms and huddled in his cloak, standing there like a stake, waiting for the sorcerer. attack.

And Doomsday Blues is also serious this time. Since he plans to die together, he will use his strongest magic.

By sacrificing his soul and all his snow flesh, he can activate a magic powerful enough to kill the gods.

It's a pity that this magic was originally prepared for Deathstroke from another world, but that guy disappeared and Batman came to the door instead.

Thinking of this, Doomsday Blues suddenly laughed, and he bit his wrists violently, letting blood spurt out from his blood vessels.

It seems worth replacing Batman myself.

"." A language that no one had ever heard came out of his mouth quickly, and a sense of spatial oppression fell from the sky. His spells became faster and faster, and the flames in the shop burned more fiercely.

There was a sound like a ghost crying in the darkness in the distance, and the ground began to tremble slightly. The floor under their feet seemed to come alive, and it looked like a boat in a tsunami.

But Batman remained unmoved. He even crossed his arms and made no attempt to defend himself.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough"

He just stood by and watched, and the doomsday blues spell was automatically interrupted. A large amount of blood gushes out of the sorcerer's mouth for some reason, hindering his pronunciation ability in the blink of an eye.

This blood does not come from the esophagus, but from the lungs.

The human body structure determines that when one wants to speak, there cannot be a large amount of liquid in the lungs and trachea. Doomsday Blues is obviously still a human being, and he cannot escape this rule.

But this was no longer just coughing up blood. He couldn't stop coughing at all, and it was even difficult to stay standing. Soon he fell to his knees with his waist hunched over like a cooked prawn.

"Oh, I said you don't have much time." Zorn held the batarang and slowly walked towards his prey again. The smile on his face before disappeared, leaving only Batman's classic smile Deadpan: "Game over, Doomsday Blues, you lose."

"Ahem. You. Ahem."

The sorcerer couldn't speak a complete sentence. Even the simple word YOU was made up one by one.

But Batman understood, and he saw the long-awaited fear in his enemy's eyes, and this joy filled his heart with satisfaction.

So he's also happy to answer questions for his enemies, because he's different from Bruce.

"Yes, you guessed it right, John." Batman looked at the mage lying on the ground vomiting blood, and he said calmly: "After guessing that you would come here to drink the strongest wine, I gave it to you. All the wine was poisoned. You heard me right, because I'm the better Batman, I do whatever it takes."

"Cough cough cough cough!"

"At the beginning of the battle, I deliberately showed up to lure you into throwing fireballs at me. This is a common problem among your hell mages, who especially like to use fireballs."

Having said this, Zorn paused for a moment. He took out a miniature bat oxygen tank from his pocket, took it in his mouth and took a deep breath:

"Then I deliberately set the restaurant on fire, causing the flames to consume nearby oxygen and produce choking smoke and toxic gases. This is a sealed environment, have you noticed?"

"Ahem! Me."

"I know, you want to say that you have prepared a spell to prevent being poisoned, and a thorns anti-injury spell to fight against people who hurt your body. How did I successfully poison you?"

Zorn Batman put away the oxygen tank and watched the enemy squirming on the floor in pain:

"Because what I gave you is actually not poison, but something called pilocarpine. It is usually used to make eye drops or mydriasis. It is completely harmless when used in small amounts, but in countless 'trace amounts', It’s different when it accumulates in the body.”

"."

Perhaps the answer was so shocking that Constantine stopped coughing and seemed to have stopped breathing for a while.

"We all know that as Constantine from another universe, there is a high probability that you will have lung cancer. After all, your universe is originally the Laughing Bat who plagiarized the design from other parallel worlds, so don't expect him to be special. Someone designed it. When pilocarpine is used in excess, it will cause another effect. Do you want to know what it is? "

"." Doomsday Blues gasped, but it was no use. Just when he wanted to speak, he started coughing violently again.

"I know you haven't gone to school, John, so there's no shame in not knowing medicine. The poisoning reaction of pilocarpine is to cause salivation, sweating, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and other gastrointestinal reactions, as well as memory impairment, headache, systemic Do you hear clearly the symptoms of systemic adverse reactions such as weakness, muscle tremors, slow pulse, drop in blood pressure, bronchospasm, pulmonary edema, dyspnea? The latter few are very difficult for a patient with advanced lung cancer to bear. You You will feel that life is worse than death, and you will slowly suffocate."

Crouching down about three meters away from the enemy, Zorn took out an injection like magic and continued:

"What I have in my hand is a bottle of military morphine, which can greatly relieve your pain. Now, if I ask anything, you can just nod or shake your head in response. Maybe I am in a good mood and will give you some medicine, haha. "

Zorn Batman is not the original Batman. He is more cruel and, as he said when he introduced himself, more powerful.