I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 47 The Voice of Heaven

"Who are you?" Harley took a step forward subconsciously and drew her gun to block Rachel.

The man is more than 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and extraordinary temperament.

A blue soft hat, a blue cape, a black dress inside, and a necklace in the shape of a gold coin on his chest.

Very quirky outfit.

"I didn't come to you." The wide brim cast a heavy shadow, covering most of the man's face.

"Crack!" Harry pulled the bolt, the black muzzle aimed at the man's head.

"One step closer, and I'll blow your sassy bag top hat!"

With such a threat on the lips, in fact, Harley knew in her heart that mortal weapons would be useless to him.

He suddenly teleported in front of them, and he must be a great magician.

But the strength can be weak, the momentum can not be weak.

Who would have thought that the man actually stopped obediently, and after a few steps away, he said solemnly, "Rachel, I hope you will come with me."

Rachel's eyes were unusually gentle since Halle stood in front of her.

When her eyes moved to the blue-robed man, she became a little hysterical.

"Are you sent by my father? I won't go with you."

The man shook his head and said, "No, I know who your father is and everything about you, but I'm not his.

You are being hunted by his followers, right?
It's been years since I couldn't get rid of it.

As long as you can't completely control the power in your body, you can never get rid of his gaze. "

"Can you help me?" Rachel asked suspiciously.

"I can't do it," the man in the blue cape shook his head again, "but I will take you to meet someone, someone with the same strength as you."

"Why should I believe you? I can't even read your feelings." Rachel said.

"No one can read my emotions, but you can trust me, I'm just like you, walking the world and helping others." The man in the cloak glanced at Harry, "Come with me and I'll tell you who I am."

The meaning is obvious, Harry is an outsider, either get out of his own, or they get rid of this Muggle.

"Boy, you have a very good way. You know that you can drive away the smartest person in order to deceive the remaining kind, but you can't fool me!" Harley held the shotgun and poked forward.

"If you don't tell me, just leave. I believe Diana is far better than you." Rachel said solemnly.

Harry turned back and gave her a big smile.

Rachel also blushed and smiled shyly.

The blue-robed man became an unsightly outsider.

"You believe her?" The man in the cape remained flat. "She didn't even tell you her real name. She was Harley Quinn, the witch, not Diana."

Harry was embarrassed and shocked.

She had never seen this man before, how could he know his identity?

Rachel put her hand on her shoulder and said lightly, "I can perceive other people's emotions most carefully, and from the beginning, I knew her name was not Diana.

But so what?
The name doesn't matter at all.

Where it really mattered, she never lied to me. "

Halle looked odd, she wanted to say--I know you know I'm not Diana anymore.

Even the lie detector invented by humans can indirectly judge whether a prisoner is lying through brain waves. Rachel's intuitive emotional feelings are of course better.

Rachel whispered, "It's okay, Halle, I know you know I know—hehehe!"

At the end, she couldn't help laughing.

"Hehehe" Harley was also laughing, smiling easily.

The man in the cloak felt more and more like an outsider. Well, well, he was an outsider.

"Do you know what Harley the Witch did?" he asked.

"I read the news too, but now I think Halle is innocent," Rachel said.

Halle was a little moved, and had only known each other for a few hours. Well, maybe there was a magic element, but Rachel couldn't read minds.

"She has killed more than one person." The eyes suddenly flashed silver light under the brim of the hat, and Harry felt that his soul, past and future had been seen through by him.

"Just a few days ago, she killed an incapacitated homeless man in an alley."

"Shit, what kind of eyes are you?" Harry subconsciously tugged at the collar to make his privacy safer.

The silver light in the man's eyes disappeared and said, "I am the hand of God. If you trust God, you can trust me completely."

"Then does God know that man wants to strengthen me? And I didn't want to kill him. How did he die? He was still breathing when I left." Harry was furious at first, then skeptical at the end.

"You beat him to the ground in the snow, how can you not die overnight?" the man said lightly.

"Heh, if I punch you now, will it be my fault that you will die of old age in 100 years?" Harry laughed and sneered.

The man turned his gaze to Rachel to see how she would choose.

The black-haired girl hesitated for a moment and said, "Harry may be a little violent, but she is a good person. I saw her buying porridge for homeless people before."

Harry smiled smugly at the man in the cape.

He sighed and said, "I am the Phantom Stranger."

"It's a really weird name, even weirder than your outfit," Harry groaned.

Rachel was not as ignorant as she was, and immediately showed a look of shock, "So it was you, I heard my father mention you."

"I believe in you." Her expression was like seeing God himself.

Harry was very surprised by her reaction, and didn't dare to yell at the blue-robed man anymore. She approached Rachel and asked in a low voice, "Which archangel is the Stranger?"

"No, he" Rachel looked up at The Stranger, and said hesitantly, "Harry, the Stranger shouldn't lie to me, I was about to leave, let me go with him."

"Lord Stranger, wait a moment, I have a private conversation with Rachel." Harry handed over a pleasing smile, and dragged the black-haired girl to the side alley.

About ten meters away, she asked again, "I've never heard of a stranger, who is he?"

"Of course you've heard, he's Judas!" Rachel burst out.

"The Judas who betrayed Jesus?" Harry's mouth was wide enough to fit a boot.

Rachel nodded lightly, "He is Judas, but Judas is not a Stranger. The Stranger has lived for thousands of years, and Judas is just one of his identities."

"Christ Jesus, you know he's Judas, and you still believe his nonsense? He even betrayed Jesus, don't you know?" Harry exclaimed.

Her brain is burning hot now.

In just a few hours tonight, I have encountered too many incredible things.

"No, my father hated talking about the Stranger, saying he was God's loyal dog, the sword of heaven on earth.

The more the Great Demon King is afraid of a person, the more it shows that he is a capable and good person, right? "

Harry was speechless.

But her mind became more and more confused, "Could it be that the Bible remembers it wrongly, that the Son of God is actually Judas, and Jesus is the second or fifth child?"

"The Bible is definitely correct, it just needs to be interpreted correctly," Rachel said.

Harry thought for a while, then said excitedly, "So the stranger might take you to see God?"

"I'm not sure either. He said that someone has the same strength as me and can teach me to control the magic in my body. God is omnipotent and omnipotent and can definitely teach me, but his power must be different from mine." Rachel said.

"There are so many people in heaven, even Lucifer was an angel, maybe," Harry mused.

Then, she said awkwardly: "Can you take me? My life is very ordinary, but I hope that I can be extraordinary, whether I see God or who maybe, I can become a magician of light?"

Rachel not only didn't dislike her climbing high, but said happily: "Okay! You learned magic from me before, but I really want to teach you, but my black magic is too evil.

To put it bluntly, it is to borrow the power of my father.If you learn it, you will surely become his followers.

Well now, the magic from heaven will make us better.We can learn together and progress together. "

"Awesome, Rachel!" Harley was bubbling with beauty, and couldn't help but jump and jump as she hugged the black-haired girl.

Rachel blushed slightly, and her arms that had nowhere to rest hugged Harry back, smiling even more happily.

After hearing Rachel's request to bring a small oil bottle, the stranger frowned and said embarrassingly, "The desire for power is naturally impure."

"That's why I work hard and hope that the light of God can purify my uncleanness." Harry said immediately.

"Not to see God this time." The Stranger's tone was strange.

"No matter who it is, Harley will accompany me." Rachel took Harley's hand with a firm expression on her face.

The stranger gave her a deep look and said, "I hope you don't regret it!"

Now Rachel hesitated, "Could it hurt Harley?"

"Ah, I see!" cried Harry suddenly, "It must be the Crusaders of the Holy Land, the Tongue of Fire!

You're taking Rachel to England to meet the Tongue of Fire.

Damn, I'm going to report to God!I'm going to hire a lawyer in heaven, and I'm going to go to court with the Holy Land Crusaders! "

"Stop shouting, God has heard." The Stranger said oddly.

"What?" Harry was stunned.

"'Voice of Heaven' casts attention at this time and place, and your affairs have reached the sky." The stranger said.

What is this situation, what is it called to listen to the day?

Harry was a little dazed, "Will the Holy Land Crusaders drop the charges against me?"

"Heaven does not interfere with human affairs, and on the day you die, God will give you a fair judgment."

"Everyone is dead, what else do I have to do with justice?" Harry said dissatisfied.

"I know what the Crusaders of Advent are doing, but they are two parts of the same company," the Stranger said awkwardly.

Rachel turned to Harry and persuaded: "Let's go see the angel first, and then slowly explain the monastery to him."

"Not an angel." The Stranger lowered his head, his voice a little muffled.

I didn't see what he was doing, and I didn't listen to him chanting the spell. A small blue dot appeared silently, and instantly expanded into a vortex of light blue light.

The vortex is as high as the portal, and the sun can be seen on the other end.

And now, in Gotham, it's night, around three in the morning.

Harry was very surprised, looked left and right, and carefully stepped over the whirlpool.

There is no discomfort, it is as simple as stepping over the threshold in one step.

"Ah, I recognize it here." Harry looked around, surprised: "We have really come to England, this is Stonehenge!

Holy shit, Stranger, your teleportation skills are too strong. "

Rachel's reaction was more intense than Harry's, with panic and daze, "This is the entrance to the dimension of hell where my father lives, Stranger, what are you bringing us here for?"

"Hey hey hey." Evil laughter came from the sky, and the blood and black smoke soared in an instant, dispelling the golden sunlight and ruling this space.

"I miss you so much, dear daughter!"

(End of this chapter)