I want to have a date with Superman

The journey to Europa was not smooth.

I have never flown to the shadow realm outside the earth before. The last time I went to the heaven to look for Fiora's soul does not count, because that time I was guided by the voice of the sky.

This time the blimp had just left the earth when they ran into trouble.

Radar Andy lost his reference object, and Limbo was covered in gray. There was no time, no space and no direction. The spaceship had no idea where to fly.

At first, Harley thought about walking in a straight line, aiming in the direction of Jupiter in the material world, then jumping into Limbo and continuing to fly in a straight line.

But after a while, the airship jumped out, only to find that it had veered tens of thousands of miles, completely going in the opposite direction.

"Krypton has spent more than a thousand years, but it has not solved the problem of Limbo coordinates." Clark said: "Krypton's ghost engine only jumps into Limbo and then jumps out, and cannot fly within Limbo.

Therefore, after Zod and the others escaped from Limbo, they had to remove the ghost engine from the mothership where they were imprisoned and replace it with a hyperlight engine. "

With no other choice, Harley could only fly at normal sublight speed.

In the past, small airships could only fly at supersonic speeds, and twice the speed of sound was the limit. Later, Harley stole a set of vector jets from a scout ship in Canada, so that they could fly at sub-light speeds.

But after flying in outer space for a while, Harley encountered another problem.

The distance from the Earth to Jupiter is about one light-hour, that is, it takes more than an hour for light to reach Jupiter, and Harley's little broken ship barely advanced to sub-light speed.

Sublight speed is not as fast as the speed of light.

Kryptonian technology is already very powerful, one third of the speed of light.

It takes at least three hours to fly.

The hole in the spaceship that was knocked out by Harley had already been quickly repaired through a combination of magic and science.

Before Carlisle didn't enter Pharaoh's Arctic base, he just stayed on the airship and cooperated with the armored man to repair the airship.

However, the small spaceship is small and cannot carry enough oxygen for a group of people to fly back and forth for six hours.

The key is that there are a lot of people, Harley, Ivy, Laurie, Pharaoh, Chao, Carlisle, Iron Man, seven people.

It's not enough to hold on for even an hour.

Fortunately Ivy is there too.

If technology is not enough, magic will make up for it.

She summons a patch of green plants to cover the top of the cabin, perform crazy photosynthesis, absorb carbon dioxide, and spit out oxygen, forming an ecological balance in a small space.

The last problem is that they can't find Dr. Manhattan's Garden of Eden.

After circling Europa twice, Andy's radar was powerful enough to find a small plain covered with corpses.

"SAVE ME DAUGHTER (Save me, daughter!)"

Thousands of corpses of young men and women, frozen into popsicles, were piled up into a 'corpse banner' on the surface of Europa.

It should be sending a distress signal to Zhao Yu.

The Zhao Group also has a detection satellite in the outer orbit of Europa.

Harley regretted it.

"I shouldn't have brought you two here," she said to Clark and Laurie.

"Why?" Clark asked confused.

She asked: "I want to throw this old thing out and add a punctuation mark to the corpse banner, do you agree?"

Clark frowned.

After a long silence, he said: "I suggest that he be handed over to the judicial department and kept in the Garden of Eden. He may kill more people."

"Bah, bang, bang," Laurie slapped the Pharaoh's old face hard, "Witt, bastard, wake up!"

"Uh-huh." The old man groaned and opened his eyes with a grimace.

After being stunned for a while, he finally came to his senses and said, "Oh my god, I'm back again? But I've only been back to Earth for less than three days."

"Witt, I'm curious. Killing someone really doesn't have any psychological burden on you?" Harley stared at him and asked.

Even though she thought she could kill without batting an eye, but if she was asked to kill one by one, hundreds or thousands of people in a row, she still couldn't bear the psychological depression, and there was no way she would get sick.

The Pharaoh acted like a normal person.

"They sacrificed themselves voluntarily for me, don't you understand? In the Garden of Eden, I am God, and everyone is proud of this, and feels happy and satisfied by dedicating their lives to God.

Just like the monks in the church, they devoted their whole lives to the Supreme Lord, but the Lord was extremely cold and indifferent and did not give any response.

But the priest is still happy with it, and you ordinary people will not think that God is cruel to believers.

I am thousands of times more merciful than the so-called 'Lord'. I spend time with them day and night, respond to them, drive them, and ask them to sacrifice for me - this is the highest honor a believer can receive.

You ask me if I have any psychological burden.

As a human being, I have.

But when I am God, it really doesn’t matter at all.

Or, you can ask the Almighty Lord whether he has any psychological burden when hundreds of millions of people have died for him throughout the history of the earth. cried Pharaoh.

Harley sneered: "I'll ask you later. Now, I want to throw you down."

"Open your eyes and take a good look at me. Do I look like someone who is afraid of death?"

The Pharaoh widened his eyes and looked at her calmly.

Harry was surprised to find that there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

Laurie advised: "Let's go to the Garden of Eden first and see if it's suitable to leave him there."

"How do you enter the Garden of Eden? I circled around the body several times and found nothing." Harley asked.

"Aren't you very smart? Guess." Pharaoh sneered.

"Ivy, tell him to be honest!" Harley winked at Ivy.

"Huh..." Ivy breathed out at the confused old man, and the spores in the form of red mist quickly penetrated into his seven orifices like living ghosts.

"The Garden of Eden is behind the 'Corpse Banner', covered by a layer of space phantom barrier. Just land down." The Pharaoh's eyelids twitched hard, his face was slightly distorted, and his voice was full of struggle.

"Harry, this old man has such a strong spirit, I'm afraid he won't be able to control it for long." Ivy said in surprise.

"Alas!" Laurie sighed, "Harry, let him go after asking questions. This kind of humiliation is more miserable than direct death."

"It's humiliating to manipulate him like a puppet, but look at-" Harley pointed out the window.

As the spaceship approached the ground, the corpse banners shocked people's hearts even more. Corpses of various death methods were piled up to form a maze of letters several kilometers long.

"Adrian is a devil. He can humiliate life unscrupulously without feeling any discomfort in his heart!"

"Mr. Werther, why did you do this?" Superman asked with a livid face.

"I want to escape from the Garden of Eden. Zhao Yu's Jupiter probe is in the sky above. I am sending a distress signal through a giant corpse banner." The Pharaoh's expression became even more distorted, and large drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Harry sneered: “Since there are people and clothes in the Garden of Eden, there must also be stones.

I don't know how he threw the body out, but if he could throw the body away, he could also throw bricks, or cloth with brighter colors that were easier to observe. "

"Why don't you throw stones wrapped in cloth and use stones to code words?" Superman asked.

“They find satisfaction and happiness in their devotion to me, and I allow them to die as the greatest gift to them.

Coding the corpse was not the original purpose, and it was later used by me. "Pharaoh gritted his teeth.

"Devil!" Superman shouted angrily.

"Uh..." The Pharaoh groaned, holding his head and howling hysterically, a string of bright red flowing down his nostrils.

"You can say that I am not a human being, but I am not a devil, I am a god!"

He roared and opened his eyes again. His pupils were bloodshot, but they were completely clear again.

Staring at Harley fiercely.

Harley stared back fiercely, "What are you looking at? Ivy, continue."

Ivy blew another puff of pink spore mist at him.

"No -" the Pharaoh looked ferocious, covered his face and fell straight down, his stiff body kept twitching, and his mouth made a loud sound.

"Harry, he is actively resisting the spores."

A few drops of sweat appeared on Ivy's forehead, and her face turned a little white.

The Pharaoh's body squirmed into the posture of a sleeping arhat, and his expression gradually returned to calm.

"Old boy, you are very good."

Harry was surprised and quietly pulled off the 'broken crystal necklace' around his neck and wrapped it around his fist.

"I have practiced Zen for more than half a century, and my essence, energy, and spirit have become mellow and harmonious, and I am immune to external evil. I can be called a great master of Zen.

What evil ways and little tricks can do to me! "

The old man's eyes were piercing, his anger was deep in his Dantian, and his voice was like thunder.

"Tsk—" Ivy's face turned pale and she spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

She suffered a backlash.

"What kind of skills do you practice?" Harley asked.

"Hmph!" The Pharaoh wiped his face, looked arrogant, and stood up to sit cross-legged.

"Grand master of the Zen sect, right? It just so happens that I am the great nun of the temple. Let's see if your Zen magic can withstand my 'Fist of God'!"

Harley punched 'lightly', like lightning. The old man reacted quickly and turned his head to dodge, but his movements couldn't keep up with his reaction.

"Boom!" A punch hit him on the nose like a knife.

The bridge of the nose was broken and blood splattered.

Colorful lights seemed to flash before the Pharaoh's eyes, his taste buds burst with the sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty taste, and he recalled scenes of killing innocent people in his mind.

An extreme regret rose in my heart, filling my chest almost instantly.

"I'm guilty, I'm worse than an animal, how could I do such a thing - ah~~~" After a few confessions, he hugged his head again and howled with tears, "No, the gods can't do anything, only I can save Human, I don’t—”

"Boom!" Harley punched him again, causing his eyes to be bruised.

"I'm not a human being, I'm guilty and full of sins - ah, I'm not guilty, I -"

"Boom, boom!" Harley punched him twice, knocking his breath away.

"Don't beat him to death." Clark quickly grabbed her and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with him? Is he schizophrenic?"

"I'm treating him." Harley said.

"You're hitting him, I can see it clearly." Superman said with a dark face.

"In the field of mental health care, what I do is called 'Quee stick therapy.'"

"I've never heard of stick therapy." Dachao said.

"Have you ever heard of electric shock therapy? If you can use electric shock, why can't you use rod therapy?

I have a PhD in psychology, and as a psychological counselor, I volunteer at Arkham Asylum and have helped countless poor people suffering from mental illness. "

——Can I not feel pity for you when I meet you?

Laurie groaned inwardly.

Harley continued: "I am also the 'Confessor Sister' of Gotham Cathedral, specializing in helping people confess, and I also use the stick-bashing method.

One stick can relieve a thousand worries, and a hundred sticks can bring joy.

After several years of practice, he has treated hundreds of people with mental illnesses.

Never missed a beat, never hurt a patient.

It’s me who’s known as ‘Gotham’s Little Doctor’! "

Clark was stunned for a moment.

Harley turned around and looked around, shouting: "Ivy, have you brought my God's big stick? In ancient times, filial sons came out of the stick, but today God's big stick conquers demons."

"Bring it with you! I'm going to fight in the first place, so of course I have to be fully armed."