I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 313 Bat Armor
"Even if Miss Gaynors refuses to be saved, she is not guilty of death." Bruce sighed.

Harry said: "From a legal point of view, you are right.

But the problem is, you can barely morally condemn Christine for not self-sacrificing, for not using up her career prospects, for caring for her granddaughter and not caring for her old lady.

From a legal point of view, Christine is even more innocent.

Moreover, who broke the mundane laws and introduced new rules of the game?
Gaenos' grandmother.

Gaenos knew this too.

Obviously, in the new rules of the game, the laws of the mundane world are no longer valid.

Talking about the laws of the world to the devil king of hell is like aliens coming to the earth, but asking the earthlings who are stronger than themselves to abide by the rules of aliens.

Stupid and arrogant. "

"Before you deceived Lucifer and used the court of owls to provoke Lucifer to fight against the evil god, you talked so much with Neilong, but in the end I thought you could fool him." Bruce said with some disappointment.

——I talked so much with him in order to win the relationship first, establish a connection, so that he can cheat his origin in the future, or, looking for an opportunity to backstab, kill him and directly take the heart, what does it have to do with Christine?
Oh, it's kind of related, but it's really just a small item of tens of thousands of dollars in a trillion-dollar project.

"I almost didn't pay any price, and I got the soul of the half-finished holy spirit from the devil."

Not pretending to be coercive, and being looked down upon by Bruce, Harry waved his hands in frustration.

"Forget it, you Muggle, you haven't experienced it yourself, you just take it for granted.

You think you are no worse than me, but I have lied to Satan, and Satan is not as good as you.

Since Satan is nothing more than this, other demons in hell are like chickens and dogs. "

"I don't think so, and I'm not so arrogant." Bruce blushed, embarrassed: "It's just that your previous record is too outstanding, I thought it was a mere dragon."

Harry said strangely: "You are so loud, Neilong, the king of hatred, has become a 'mere mere'.

By the way, do you understand the meaning of the title 'Lord of Hate'?
Not all demons have titles.

The inner dragon is the first fallen, and the devil king of hell.

It used to be second only to Lucifer.

Now, being ridden on the head by Beelzebub and Belial again. "

Bruce thought for a while and asked, "Is what you said to him before, to instigate him to rebel against Beelzebub and Belial, is it useful?
Then you seem to be threatening him again, will he join satan in his turn? "

Harry said disapprovingly: "There is no credibility and friendship among demons.

Even if I really fight with him, when it is profitable, I will still find me to cooperate.

Even if I flatter him like a god, when there is a conflict of interest, he is still ruthless to me.

Of course, so do I. "

Bruce's expression twisted slightly, and you are the same, are you also a demon?

"Ugh." The square-faced chick on the floor woke up slowly, "Where am I? Ah, I remembered, I was dragged into hell by the curse——Hey, Baiteman, you saved me?

Oumaikar, you are really a bat demon from hell, you can even defeat demons? ! "

"Miss Christine, she saved you." Baiteman pointed to Harry next to him.

"Ah, Mayor Quinn!" Christine was startled, and wanted to stand up to express her gratitude.

"Plop—" She fell to the ground as a matter of course.

"Ah, my feet, where did my feet go? Omaika, what's the matter with the teeth marks on my legs?" She hugged her right leg and howled in horror.

"You explain to her, I'll wait for you outside."

Harry left a sentence and went back to the living room.

She also ignored Gordon and the others who were inquiring, and sent them to the 'Hell Meditation Room' together.

Half an hour later, the living room of the manor.

Christine whimpered, "If I had known this, I would have gone straight to Gotham Cathedral."

"It's okay, you can still walk like flying with the prosthesis." Her fiancé Dalton comforted her.

"However, every day when I see this broken leg and this tooth mark, I think of it——oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo""

Father Carlisle squatted beside her to check for a long time, then turned to Harry and said, "I didn't see any hidden dangers, but I don't believe that the Demon King didn't hold back."

Seeing that Harry was hesitant, he approached her and whispered, "Kristen may become the Holy Spirit."

"It was still possible before, but now that I have visited hell, my views have changed drastically, and my hope is slim," said Harley.

"It may also become more pious, as long as she sees the mighty power of God and teaches her to understand that God has not abandoned her." The priest said.

Harry thought about it, and what he said made sense.

Then he brought Christine to the "Paradise Meditation Room", and his consciousness approached the City of Silver through the big cross.

"Boss Zaule—"

Before she could say anything, the black angel flew over and complained: "Wait for you, let's go."

"Where are you going?" Harry asked confused.

"Go and redeem Christine."

Harry was dumbfounded, "You've been staring at her?"

"There are so many believers in the world, except for the omniscient and omnipotent Lord, who can stare at them? I only noticed her when a female soul who shouldn't fall into hell fell into hell."

Zaule did not show up in the world.

Only an illusory image of an angel is projected, and in the worship and awe of Dalton and others, Christine's soul and body are washed with holy light.

In the end, he gave her a "Holy Barefoot".

Well, pure light power materialized into a foot.

It looks like an ordinary person's feet, but it is indestructible. It runs like the wind, and with one kick, the group of demons will change.

"What's the use of this thing?" Harry's mouth twitched.

"You see, Christine's spirit is completely different, and she will be able to infect more people with her holy light right foot in the future." Zaule said.

Christine has indeed changed, her eyes are full of firmness and piousness, she seems to have found the purpose of life and spiritual support again, and she is no longer gloomy, depressed, and anxious when she just crawled out of hell.

After seeing off Gordon and the young couple who kept thanking Christine, Bruce stood in the shadows, his voice still hoarse and low: "I want the Wayne Children's Fund to sponsor that child, but Bruce Wayne shouldn't notice that unpublished child." little things.

You are the person involved, how about asking the Quinn Fund to provide him with a relief fund? "

"You're overthinking, he has a father, and his family is pretty good. Didn't you notice that they live in a small western-style building!"

Then, Harry looked at him again, and asked curiously, "How do you go home with your clothes on?"

"I'll wait until it gets dark," he said.

"Run back with your feet?" Harry asked strangely.

"Ah Fu will pick me up in the car, I want to fight with you before leaving."

Bruce's eyes were shining brightly, and his face was full of fighting spirit.

"I don't mind fighting with you." Harry scanned him carefully. There were darts, electric batons, and a universal belt around his waist. He didn't know what kind of weapon was on it.

Baiteman's total experience may not be less than Superman's, but his normal attack can hardly break her defense, and he is not very malicious. The attack is low, the degree of maliciousness is negligible, and the experience value can't be touched!
"You threw me with a dart." She made a gesture and hooked Bruce.

Bruce had seen her 'magic skill' of flying bat darts with his bare hands, so he didn't hesitate to worry about hurting her.

He took a deep breath, reached for the bag with both hands, and took the dart. At the same time, he ran quickly with both feet, circled around her, and threw the dart with the greatest strength from various tricky angles.

However, Harry suddenly folded his hands and put his back behind his back. His feet were stuck in place like nails, but his body was like a tumbler, swinging back and forth, left and right.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi—"

None of the bat darts that tore through the air missed, and all of them hit the center of Harry's eyebrows.

In other words, she caught them all between her eyebrows.

"Ding ding ding" The dart left a little red mark on her forehead and fell to the ground with a jingling sound.

"Shit!" Bruce was dumbfounded. In just ten seconds, he shot more than 100 darts, but did not cause any damage to her.

"Shit!" Harry's face was ugly, and he received more than 100 darts, but he hardly gained any experience.

Same as back then.

When Bruce was staying at the Fighting Building, she had him learn from Gotham gangsters and help her practice 'Iron Shirt' with sticks.

As a result, she was moved and embarrassed.

Touched that he had no malice towards him, he felt lonely for a long time in embarrassment.

In the experience jar, there is no wave.

"How did you do that?" they both asked at the same time.

"How do you attack without hostility in your heart?" Harry repeated.

"How do you know I'm not hostile?" Bruce asked strangely.

"I have a technique that can accurately judge the killing intent from the enemy's attack." Harry said.

"I can also feel the enemy's killing intent from the attack."

Bruce nodded and immediately believed it.

"We are friends, and now it's just a competition of martial arts, it's not normal to have killing intent?" He said again.

——It's over, even Baiteman can perfectly control the killing intent, and the idea of ​​tearing up the Manjo frame to extract experience points is probably impossible to realize.

Harry groaned inwardly.

"Killing intent doesn't mean killing, take care."

She took a deep breath, her sky blue eyes were suddenly full of violence and hatred, like the clear sky in a summer afternoon, her body shape remained unchanged, but she exuded a shocking and terrifying aura.

The murderous spirit developed in all the fighting and killings experienced in these years was unreservedly displayed in front of Bruce.

"I am going to kill you!"

Her voice was cold and her expression was grim.

Bruce's spine felt cold, and he subconsciously assumed a defensive posture.

The next moment, his eyes blurred, and Harry seemed to have just taken a step, covering a distance of more than ten meters, and came to him. The suffocating killing intent made his hair stand on end.

——She really wants to kill me!
As soon as this idea came to his mind, a sharp pain came from his lower abdomen, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly. With a "bang", he was tightly pressed against the wall like a big cake.

"How do you feel?"

Harry's voice returned to normal, and Bruce just patted his head and woke up.

Other than stomach cramps, I'm fine.

"Why are you so physically fit?" He asked in shock.

"Ah..." Harry sighed, and regained his murderous look before, took a step forward, came to him again, and punched him, "Boom!"

Bruce felt as if a grenade had exploded in his ear.

Broken bricks flew around, dust filled the air, and the thick garden wall revealed a hole the size of a washbasin.

"How do you feel now?" she asked again.

"You stayed strong before."

Bruce looked dazed. He hadn't been exercising hard for six years.

But the gap is getting bigger and bigger
"Killing intent doesn't mean attacking with all your strength, it's a skill that can cause psychological oppression to the enemy." Harry said.

"I have learned this technique, but I can't kill you.

In fact, I have been controlling myself and not wanting to kill anyone. Bruce sighed.

Like a tall man, Harry walked away with his hands behind his back, and his voice came slowly:

"It's better to block than to block. As long as you control it, there will always be times when you lose control. Go back and practice hard. When you can be full of malice, but your heart is as clear as ice, and your strength is as good as you want, come to me again."

When he got home, Bruce dragged Ah Fu into the bat cave.

"I have determined that it is absolutely impossible to defeat Hari with the strength of a martial artist alone.

Her skills are not inferior to mine, but she has the physical fitness to crush me.

There must be another way.

Well, lack of skills, technology to make up.

The technologies that enhance strength include genetic medicine, human mutation, and weapons and equipment.

I decided to build a mechanically powered super armor.

Ah Fu, help me prepare a complete set of books on mechanical and electronic engineering.

Halle can get a PhD, I'm going to outdo her!
In addition, discuss with Lucius to acquire a group of technology companies with corresponding technologies. "

"Miss Quinn is not an enemy. As for spending so much energy on dealing with her?" Ah Fu asked puzzled.

"Harry is just an inducement, and for powerful superhumans like Superman and Wonder Woman, I have to prepare a countermeasure.

Oh, yes, and demons.
Alas, I have to go to Harley to find some information, what kind of metal can resist the devil. "

Ah Fu twisted his face and said: "Master, you can't even carry Gotham on your shoulders, do you want to carry the fate of America and even the universe on your shoulders?"

"I don't want to bear any fate, I just do what I think is right."

"But I don't think you can do it!" Ah Fu sighed.

"If you don't try, how do you know I can't do it?"

(End of this chapter)