I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 46 The Phantom Stranger
In the end, Halle and Rachel were stopped by people from the Church of Blood.

In a damp alley where snow remains, two women were back to back, with four men holding razor blades in front and back.

They are of different ages, there are guys in their early twenties, and there are uncles in their fifties.

Their identities are also different, ranging from auto mechanic in work clothes and holding wrench, ordinary jackets for freelancers, middle-aged elite men in high-end handmade suits.
However, the leader did wear a suit that matched the cult leader's attire: in winter he only wore a blood-colored robe with a hood, a very ancient style, a dizzying blood-red color, and he held a strangely shaped dagger in his hand.

"Harry, can you really do it?" Before it even started, Rachel felt a little regretful.

Well, they were caught on purpose.

Harley's suggestion, she said that she is a kung fu master and can beat ten.

Of course, in addition to the Mexican machete, this group of cultists and pistols also have pistols.

Well, she's not alone
"Last warning, leave me, I don't want to hurt you!" Rachel's eyes glowed red, and her forehead seemed to open a second pair of eyes.

Not Yang Jian, the second pair of eyes grow above the eyebrows.

Endless darkness poured in from all directions, condensing into strips of pitch-black tentacles under her.

A little infiltrating, a little perverted.

"Rachel, you can't escape, this is your destiny." The blood-robed priest held a dagger and stepped forward slowly.

"Do it!" Harry shouted loudly, and the iron bucket smashed directly at the priest.

"Bang bang bang -" The three gunmen immediately shot at her.

Uh, no, shooting into the sky.

The moment the trigger was pulled, three tentacles protruded from the ground in front of them, raising their wrists sharply.

"Ahhh!" The gunman's wrist tingled and he let go of the pistol subconsciously.

Harry heard the sound of gunfire, but was not shot, and understood that the mage behind him had completed the "field control" task.

Reassured, her actions became more and more calm.

When the blood-robed priest saw the iron bucket flying, he subconsciously ducked sideways, but before he could stand firm, a black shadow flew in his sight.

"Ah hey!" Harley accelerated the charge like a small spring, jumping up to a height of more than one meter, hitting her right knee like a city hammer, hitting the blood-robed priest's face.

"Pfft!" The priest dragged a trace of three or four meters on the ground where the sewage was flowing, spraying blood and white teeth, and fainted.

"That's it?" Harry laughed, facing the two evil cults and disciples who were slashing with savage faces, and she didn't dodge or dodge, and kicked her feet again.

A long leg, before the male white-collar slashed her, took one step to reach his throat, and with a click, he fell to the ground and lost his ability to move.

"Pfft—" Another rooster head cultist slashed her shoulder with a knife.

"Ah, be careful!" Rachel was shocked.

Harry turned back with an uppercut, smashing Cockscomb's jaw.

Looking sideways at the left shoulder, the cashmere coat was torn, and blood seemed to seep out.

"Damn, I'm too heavy, all of these are experience packs!"

Harley became extremely annoyed when she discovered only a skin injury. (ps: 10+ defense points, which can effectively defend against machetes. For the defense effects corresponding to different defense points, please see the chapter "Related Works - Halle's Gold Finger")

Harley is not afraid of being cut by a knife, but only afraid of being stabbed by a knife. Especially in winter, with a thick coat and a sweater inside, a sub-healthy office worker doesn't even have the strength to break the defense.

Next, she no longer attacked the enemy's head, throat, waist, eyes, lower, body and other vital parts, but only carefully avoided the small sharp knife, and fought with five cults and gangsters with her bare hands.

"Boom!" The cult and gangster, who was a car mechanic, gave Harry the back of the head with a T-shaped wrench.

Harry only leaned forward slightly, "gudonggudong", the jar of sea-consciousness experience was filled and emptied, and it was raised one level.

She turned back and smiled slightly, making the cult and disciples laugh silly.

"Bang!" She smiled and punched him in the eye socket, "You hurt me, keep working hard!"

"Uh-" Not far away, Rachel groaned while covering her head, her already pale face paler.

Harry frowned and shouted, "Rachel, are you all right? Is your healing technique damage transfer?"

She dared to fight ten one at a time, in addition to her high defense, the more important reason was that Rachel admitted that she could heal.

She can even resurrect the dead if she uses her power without hesitation.

With such a powerful mage by his side, unless Harley is stupid, she will not fight against cults and disciples.

It's all a quality experience pack!

"I'm fine," Rachel exclaimed.

She is very relevant.

In addition to the transferred pain, her "shadow tentacles" were also attacked several times when destroying guns and reversing the direction of small sharp knives.

Well, the shadows under her are not real shadows, but a combination of soul and magic power. They have human vision and hearing, but they have average attack power and are particularly painful after being hurt (ps).

"Hey, don't help me with the treatment, focus on field control to prevent them from attacking my vitals." Harry said.

"Otherwise, let's go. These people didn't hurt us, but they were beaten up by you, which is pathetic." Rachel said softly.

In just a few words, Harry was stabbed in the back again, and slapped the other's teeth with another slap. She said evenly, "Wait, the weather is too cold, I want to exercise more."

"Damn, what do you think of us?!"

The blood-robed priest, who had been dropped in seconds, woke up in the icy snowy water, stood up swayingly, and listened to Harry's nonsense, and couldn't help burning with anger.

He picked up his curved dagger and plunged a knife into his right wrist, blood spattered everywhere, and at the same time, strange syllables came out of his mouth.

"Ah, Harry be careful, he's going to summon my father's ghost," Rachel exclaimed.

"Beautiful thoughts!" Harry picked up the wrench from the ground and stabbed it into the mouth of the blood-robed priest like lightning.

"Trash, you are trash in my eyes!"

"Bang bang - chi chi!" She attacked the priest's stall, and she suffered two knives and two blows from the others.

Harry swayed a few times, but his expression remained unmoved. He forcibly came to the priest's side, stepped on his bloody right hand, and drew the dagger from his wrist.

Ten minutes later, Harley's coat was torn and dirty, and she was gasping for breath with a wrench in her hand. The muddy ground beside her was full of moaning, moaning and wailing cult members.

"You don't even have the strength to beat people, and you still learn from others to join a cult!" She was furious, and they were bald again, and they couldn't provide experience.

With a bloody spit, she yelled at them: "Go back to your hometown to farm, your current occupation is too dangerous for you!"

Even his clothes were torn and his body was dirty, and he was only promoted two levels.

Level 14, 14 defense.

Now that the machete fell on her body and slashed her coat, she could only leave a blood mark on her skin, which slowly oozes blood but does not rush.

Two streets away from the battlefield.

Rachel took Harry's arm and said excitedly, "Diana, you are really amazing! One fights eight, is it Chinese Kung Fu?"

"You are a princess of hell, and you still care about the fighting skills of mortals?" Harry said strangely.

"I only know magic, and I don't know how to fight. But once magic power is used, it will arouse my father's idea, and then locate me and send the nearby Blood Church sects and disciples to hunt me down." Rachel sighed.

"Can a mortal gun hurt you?" Harry asked curiously.

Rachel nodded and said: "If I don't defend at all, my body is not much stronger than ordinary girls."

This is a bit underwhelming!

"Can you teach me magic?" Harry asked.

Rachel hesitated, "Diana, I'm not begrudging my knowledge of magic, but I can see that you have a fanatical thirst for power, which may lead you to go astray when exploring the mysteries of magic.

You really wanted to kill those cultists and disciples before, didn't you?I feel a strong murderous intent in your heart. "

"You think I'm a bad guy?" Harry's face was uncertain.

She did want to kill her, but she saw that Rachel was a good superhero--a stubborn resistance to killing--she didn't want to offend Rachel, so she showed mercy.

"No, don't get me wrong!" Rachel grabbed her right arm with both hands and said eagerly, "You are a good person, I am worried that the magic will damage you."

"Magic is just power. It's no different from a pistol or a machete. Good and evil only depend on the person who uses it." Harry said.

"You say that because you don't know anything about magic."

Rachel sternly said: "If you smoke regularly, your lungs will be blackened, you are often drunk, you are prone to short tempers, and both tobacco and alcohol can affect a person's body and personality.

So, how can magic rooted in the soul and originating from the blood be as rigid as a knife and gun?
In fact, every trace of magic is a living being. "

Seeing that Harry didn't seem to believe it, the black-haired girl said bitterly: "Believe me, no one knows the horror of evil forces better than me.

Every moment, I was suffering and had to suppress it with 99.99% of my energy. "

Halle sullen and sullen.

The two were silent, walking aimlessly along the empty dark street.

"Diana, I, I'm leaving." Rachel whispered after a long time.

"Where?" Harry asked.

"I don't know." Rachel shook her head slightly.

"You don't have a home?"

"I used to have a home that was destroyed by my father. I have been wandering around the United States for the past few years, helping those in pain," Rachel said.

"Transferring pain?" Harry frowned, this is really a rubbish skill.

Uh, she is superficial.

If Rachel didn't suppress the evil power in her body and let go of her hands and feet, she could instantly drain the emotions and memories of millions of people in Gotham, and then turn them into her own power.

"You should use this kind of magic less often in the future. Everyone's pain has its own reasons, and it is also a part of their life."

"I don't cast magic on everyone. I've seen a lot of people who, because they can't bear the pain and despair, choose to hurt themselves, or hurt others.

Therefore, I only help those who cannot get out of pain and despair on their own. "Rachel said.

"But the total amount of pain has not decreased. You alone bear it all. It's too cruel and unfair. They don't even know that you helped them." Harry was a little excited.

Rachel smiled tenderly, shook her head and said, "It's okay, I hope you don't feel so miserable, and never thought of being grateful. I'm very happy to be able to help others."

Harry looked at her for a long time, and sighed, "You should be the daughter of God—"

"She is!" A dim blue glow the size of a portal suddenly appeared and disappeared, and a man wearing a blue cloak appeared in front of the two women.

"Rachel Rose, please come with me!"

　(ps: The Raven's Soul Shadow (tentacle) is not really weak in attack power, but the physical attack is too low.

　　Its essence is a soul attack, which can inflict pain and fear beyond the limit on the enemy's soul, and even devour the soul directly.

　　The soul attack is too strong, either dead or disabled, brain-damaged, but the raven never uses this attack, and only uses it as a tentacle.

　　Like other superheroes, she refuses to kill.

　　The Phantom Stranger is a very magical existence in DC. He is not very famous, but almost every big event has his shadow. )
　　
　
(End of this chapter)