American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Bruce, wake up!"

Barry, wearing a reindeer suit, embraced Bruce, who had climbed in through the window and was unconscious, and shook him.

Warm blood flowed out of Batman's armor. Barry was a little nervous, but he didn't dare to act rashly. He just looked at Batman with a complicated look.

No matter at which point in time, Batman is always an ordinary human being, but he still stands at the front without looking back, until he is covered with wounds. Even Superman is moved by his strong will.

"I'll take you back!" Barry said seriously, turning his head to look to the other side, trying to seek help.

Faust's magic circle was just on the upper floor of the auction venue. It used the effect of dimensional space to turn one floor into an overlapping existence and hide it.

Now that the magic circle was freed, this level was also released, and Barry also heard the noisy alarms downstairs.

There was no need to look outside, the red and blue police lights surrounded the outside of the building, and Barry also caught up on some information about Batman's current situation at a newsstand on the street.

If Batman falls into the hands of the police... Bruce Wayne's true identity can no longer be hidden. Just imagine, the richest man in Gotham transforms into Batman and does justice at night?

Which media outlets would love this kind of attention-grabbing headline?

But those villains who have been taken care of by Batman don’t care about rich young men. It’s not like the Wayne family has been shot to death before. It just so happens that they are reunited this time.

There will definitely be people willing to take a pistol or explosives and prepare a grand fireworks display to send him off.

Therefore, Barry would never let this happen, but now he does not have the blessing of super speed, and it is somewhat difficult for him to break through these layers of encirclement.

Especially with the unconscious Batman...

There was a loud bang in the room in front, and yellow flames with a stench of sulfur spurted out.

Zatanna jumped out of the flames holding a magic hat and immediately wrapped the surroundings with a magic barrier.

A hideous demon stood in front of Faust, opening his mouth and spewing flames. Naegi held the Holy Flame Hammer in his hand and swung it violently like the handle of a knife.

The scorching white holy flame directly turned into a streak of light, splitting the oncoming flame into two.

Flames flew out from both sides of the seedlings and hit the wall, but Zatanna's magic crystal, with a faint purple light, stopped it.

"I can't believe you're from the Vatican."

Zatanna put on her magic hat and took a look at the white holy flame in Naegi's hand. Only the things of the Vatican could have such an effect.

However, for the demons in hell, this damage is doubled.

"The Holy See? Almost. I am a believer in the Second Son of God." Naegi was holding the Holy Flame Hammer and was in the mood to make a joke.

Of course, this is also true. Although the inheritance of the second son of God is lost, it was once debated and demonstrated by the Holy See. Maybe it really worked.

Naegi retracted the flame of the Holy Flame Hammer, looked at Faust who was wearing a mask and staring at the magic circle in deep thought, stepped heavily on the ground, and bounced directly over.

The Holy Flame Hammer made a click, and flames came out at maximum power. As Miaomu swung his arm, the white flame, like a lightsaber, heavily chopped the demon.

Although it is called a demon, Naegi only feels that it is an illusion, or even a soul, because this guy has no feet, just like the legendary genie, dragging a vaporized tail.

It was released from a glass pot thrown by Faust, and there was a stone full of fire embedded in its chest.

"what!!!"

The holy flame fell on the demon, and the demon let out a shrill scream. The flames on his body grew stronger, and his entire body expanded to half the size of a house as if it were inflated.

"Get out of my way!" Miaomu held the Holy Flame Hammer in both hands and made a stabbing motion. The white flame fell directly onto the flaming stone on the demon's chest.

Such a conspicuous place might be its weakness. Besides, most of the demon's body is made of flames. This little bit of entity must be destroyed first.

The holy flame fell on the flame stone, and the heat released instantly made Miaomu feel like he was in the crater of a volcano. The sweat on his forehead evaporated before it could even flow down.

"The coolness of the flower waves! The water is stored!"

Zatanna, who was at the back, was not idle either. She took a white handkerchief as a carrier and used magic to summon the water from the circus pool directly here.

The unfolded handkerchief, like a high-pressure water hose, sprayed water, and washed over the back of the seedlings with rolling waves.

The saplings were watered thoroughly, and the rest of the water fell on the fire demon. In an instant, a large amount of steam rose up, making the room misty like a sauna.

Meanwhile, at the Zatara Circus Residence.

The dwarf who looked like a goblin, with a clown's red nose on his face and a pair of ridiculously large leather shoes, staggered to the inflatable pool.

He's going to perform a comedy show, high diving, tomorrow, so he came here early to rehearse.

Due to time constraints, the platform had not been built yet, so he stood on a large box piled on the side, waved his hands left and right, clasped his hands together, and jumped down.

Free fall, steady wind... Boom!

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"You deal with this one, and I'll deal with the one inside!"

Naegi decisively threw the demon to Zatanna. Every man has his own specialty. This thing was too much of a hindrance. He could only... give ladies first!

With a sliding shovel, Miaomu slid across the ground and reached out to knock the red glass pot on the ground away.

"Faust!" The Holy Flame Hammer in Miaomu's hand was aimed at Faust's figure, just like pulling the trigger.

The white flame instantly turned into a straight line and rushed over,

Faust acted as if he didn't hear it. When the flame touched him, it was blocked by a protective shield.

Naegi was prepared for this. He took out his pistol and pulled the trigger again at Faust's head.

If you block it once, can you block it many times?

The sounds of the Glock 17 modified gunfire were almost connected.

The warheads of the fifteen bullets, like giant black and yellow hornets, stopped on the protective shield.

Faust also turned his head. Cracks appeared in the protective shield, which were getting bigger and bigger. He could no longer think about anything.

Miaomu put away the Holy Flame Hammer, stuffed it into his pocket, took out his revolver, and fired left and right. The bullets hit the protective shield, which was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"...I hate this kind of unreasonable weapon." A depressed look emerged in Faust's eyes behind the mask.

A tiny bullet is more terrifying than any offensive magic. Doesn't it require any restrictions on magical power?

The protective shield shattered, and bullets whizzed into Faust's body, splashing blood on his black robe.

Faust stood there and allowed himself to be hit by bullets. This kind of bullet would not kill him, but it would hurt...

And Naegi had already clenched his fist and punched over, with a powerful right hook, hitting Faust's face hard. Even the metal mask could not block the blow.

Faust only felt that his fragile facial bones were broken, and his body was directly hit against the wall by this punch.