I want to have a date with Superman

When I returned to the yard, I saw Ivy squatting by the flower bed, holding the leaves of the cherry tomato vine in her hands, mumbling something.

Gentle green light rose from her palm and flowed into the vine. A half-green and half-ripe cherry tomato, like a small lantern, flickered, emitting red and green light.

Dr. Woodrue and the silver-haired woman both looked at her expectantly.

"What is this?" Harley looked confused.

"Communicate with the sleeping green of all things to open the green plant transmission channel." Woodrud said.

"You learned it so quickly?" Harley looked at the bald professor suspiciously, "You can probably cast such a simple spell yourself, so why did you come to Ivy?"

Woodrue had been in Gotham for several months and knew the terrible name of the girl in front of him.

During the battle at the United Hospital, more than 300 people died, including the GCPD, the Red Room Bar assassin, Copot Maroni, and Fish's younger brother. The hospital became a slaughterhouse, and blood flowed like a river.

It is said that on the day after that battle, more than 70% of the hospital's doctors and nurses chose to resign.

Half of them had mental problems while handling the corpses and needed to see a psychiatrist.

Therefore, Woodrue, who was not considered a good or honest person, looked at Harley's cold face and felt inexplicably scared.

"Give me enough time, I can barely communicate with the sleeping green of all things, but the hunter is chasing after me.

My talent is not very good. Not only does it take a long time to cast spells, but the success rate is also very low.

I tried it in Central Park on the way and tried it more than ten times without success.

Then Anton arrived and we drove away again. "He said cautiously.

At this time, the younger brother ran up again and sent a message, saying: "BOSS, there is a Professor Anton Akane looking for you below. He is also from Gotham University."

"Ah, he's here, Ivy, you-" the silver-haired woman looked at Ivy anxiously.

Ivy sweated on her forehead and said with difficulty: "The green of all things is too huge. When I faced it directly for the first time, I was like a fish in the sea. Although I can do it with ease, it is too difficult to leverage its power."

Opening the green plant transmission channel certainly does not rely on Ivy's own magic power.

In fact, the source of power for all those who awaken to the power of nature is their respective natural gods - the green of all things, the red of all living beings, and the black of decay.

Connect the green of all things and borrow its power to cast plant magic.

"I'll go down and stop Anton and buy time for Ivy." The silver-haired woman said decisively.

"Are you also an awakener of the power of nature?" Harley asked.

The woman hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said bitterly: "My name is Abidal Akane, and I am the representative of the blackness of decay in this generation, but I don't want to be the incarnation of the god of death and decay."

Harley frowned and said, "Okay, let's go down together to meet your relatives and your subordinates."

The three natural gods of plants, animals, and decay exist in three closed elemental spaces and cannot manifest in the human world alone.

Therefore, each generation has a spokesperson who embodies them.

Swamp Thing is the embodiment of all things green and a plant god.

Ivy and Woodrue are equivalent to its priests.

If Abby was the chosen incarnation of the Black Corruption, she should have easily tortured Anton Akane.

But now she is being chased like a dog

"What magic do you know?" Harley asked as they were going downstairs.

Abby said in surprise: "Can you give me a rifle?"

Harry paused, looked at her in surprise, and said, "You are the incarnation of the blackness of decay in this generation, and you don't even know a death spell?"

Abby said bitterly: "I don't dare to communicate with the blackness of decay, just like Alec doesn't dare to communicate with the greenness of all things.

We are the chosen incarnations. Once connected to the corresponding natural force, the transformation process will immediately begin and cannot be reversed.

But we have no ambition to become gods, we just want to be ordinary people. "

Harley also didn't know the consequences of becoming the incarnation of the spirit of nature, so it was difficult to comment on the two people's thoughts.

After a moment of silence, she asked: "Will Anton kill you?"

Abby shook her head and said: "No, he has always wanted to replace me and become the god of death and decay.

And to complete the ritual of the black incarnation of decay is to embrace death.

In other words, if you kill me, my soul will immediately merge into the blackness of decay and become the master of decay. "

Hearing what she said, Harley wanted to blow her head off on the spot and make her the Lord of Death.

But if she really did that, Anton's trouble would be solved easily, but she would be hated by a death-type god.

"Since you can't help me much, just cooperate with me in a play later." She sighed.

"What drama? I can't act." Abby said blankly.

"It doesn't matter, just stare and scream. It's easier than cutting out a picture."

"Wow, dear Abby, you came down to see me in person. It looks like Alec is in a bad situation!"

Anton Akane is wearing a tuxedo, a bow tie, small round glasses, and a stick in his hand. He has an elegant and gentle temperament and looks very gentlemanly.

Then, he turned to Harley and said with a smile: "Miss Quinn, I'm sorry to disturb you.

Although Alec was poisoned by decay, he was theoretically certain to die.

But I still hope to see him die with my own eyes. I wonder if you can fulfill my little wish? "

Harley struggled for a moment and said, "I don't know these people at all. If I let you kill them, will I gain your friendship?"

"Harley Quinn, you-" Abby's face changed drastically-she stared and screamed.

But before she could make a move, seven or eight boys around her rushed over and held her down, pointing guns at her head and covering her mouth and face with their hands.

Anton Akane looked at Harley in surprise, "This is your lair, but I am alone.

I thought you were young and ambitious, so you at least said a few words for the sake of face. "

Harry said calmly: "With my current status, I don't need to use words to save face.

Moreover, face is far less important than real benefits.

I am not a Muggle, and I know how terrible the consequences of being an enemy of a great magician are.

These three strangers coming to my place have made it clear that trouble has been diverted to the east.

It’s too late to hate them, how could I be your enemy for them? "

"Smart, sensible, and pragmatic. No wonder you became the Godfather of Gotham at such a young age."

Akane nodded with satisfaction, the strange color in his eyes was buried deep in his eyes, and he smiled and said: "I am willing to make you a friend, take me to meet them."

Is this little black magic apprentice worthy of being Death's friend?

Moreover, his target is not just Alec.

He felt a little excited when he recalled the geranium spores he had picked up in front of the Tershi International Hotel earlier.

Harley immediately smiled like a flower, pointed at Abby and said, "How about killing this bitch first?"

Akane shook his head quickly and said helplessly: "Abby is actually my niece, how can I kill my relative?

Let her stay downstairs, so as not to see the unbearable tragedy later and be too sad. "

Harry didn't waste any time and invited Anton to walk side by side with her, striding towards the rooftop.

On the first floor, second floor, and third floor, the stairwell leads to the entrance to the rooftop. There is a Turkish blanket with red background and gold pattern.

"Anton, you, why did you come up like this?!" Woodrue was horrified.

Ivy's voice of chanting the spell suddenly stopped, and the small tomatoes that had turned into a large green vortex in the basin exploded with green light and turned back into fruits.

"I didn't expect that you are so talented. You can awaken the green of all things in just ten minutes. It seems..." Anton Akanen was shocked and angry, and turned to Harley with a sullen face, "I want to kill three people, including Including Abby.”

"Your tone." Harry raised his eyebrows and sneered, "It seems like you are ordering me."

"Forget it, I won't play with you anymore. A little black mage deserves to be my friend."

Anton also smiled coldly, and the politeness he pretended to be on his face was instantly replaced by the arrogance of looking down at the common people.

While speaking, he stepped up to the rooftop, pushed his right palm flat, and a mouth with sharp black teeth opened in the palm of his hand. Dirty and smelly liquid dripped, and a bone hanging with rotten flesh and blood slowly spit out from the palm of his mouth. .

The process of casting the spell is like Kimimaro's bone sword, but it looks rotten, corrupted and dirty, as if the bones were being extracted from a zombie's body.

"Bah!" Anton was stunned. His "Ashes of Shared Killing" didn't shoot out like a bullet. Instead, it became the leakage of an old man with a weak kidney. It fell softly to the ground, very close.

He lowered his head and saw a bloody magic circle rising from under his feet.

In other words, the magic circle was burned under the blanket and was only activated at this time.

Like a volcano erupting, the ground bulged up, and from the cracked gap, bright red hell "magma" gurgled out, like a swamp, sinking Anton's feet deep into the mud.

The bright colors faded away, leaving only pale and dead gray.

The rooftop and city in front of Anton quickly turned into ruins before his eyes.

He was pulled into the shadow realm.

The fierce power of hell enveloped his whole body, cutting off his connection with the blackness of decay.

The effect of the power of decay looks like undead magic, but it is the most standard power of nature.

The power of all things, the redness of living beings, and the blackness of decay are all forces of nature.

Everyone is trapped in the shadow realm. Naturally, he cannot use the rotten bones to attack Ivy in the upper world.

"You set a trap for me?!"

Looking at Harley who had also entered the shadow realm, Anton was more confused than angry.

"Those three people are just strangers to you, and you said it yourself. They are causing trouble to others, and you hate being used."

"But Ivy is not a stranger!" Harley sighed.

"I didn't say I wanted to kill her at first." Anton said.

Harley smiled bitterly. Madam Xanadu and Woodrue both said that Ivy was very talented.

First, Anton, the death hunter, killed the previous swamp monster and eradicated it, even the babies who had awakened to the power of nature.

Can he let go of Ivy, who is more talented?

Secondly, Harley doesn't care about Alec Holland, but after his death, the chance of becoming the next Swamp Thing will most likely fall on Ivy.

Anton knew this and would not let her go.

And Harley doesn't want Ivy to become the incarnation of the plant god.

Therefore, she had too many reasons to kill Anton.

"You think you can kill me like this?"

Anton sneered, the fangs on his palms and mouth disappeared, replaced by a ball of dark green corrosive light.

"You didn't expect that I'm still a dark wizard!"

Harley took out a grenade and threw it, "BOOOM!"

The melon exploded into a ball of pale light on Anton's chest.

"Ouch——" Anton howled miserably, but he didn't die.

The hand-tailored tuxedo was in tatters and the flesh was charred, revealing the dead white fascia and black and red rotting muscles inside.

The stench of rotting corpses emanated from his body.

"Naive, you think you can hurt--"

"Hey, if I had known you were a monster, I would have given you a stick!"

Harley just used the grenade to interrupt his spellcasting, affecting his vision, hearing and perception. Then Snakeskin ran to his side, jumped up high, raised the confession stick high above his head, and slammed it on the top of his head.