American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Before Faust could stand up from the wall, Naegi gathered all his strength, raised his leg and stomped down hard.

With a thud, Faust's body was crushed and turned into a ball of black, sticky liquid, moving quickly on the ground.

"Want to run?" When Miaomu saw Faust without a body, he immediately took out the Holy Flame Hammer from his pocket, held the white holy flame in his hand, and stabbed the ground with his backhand, activating the flame's maximum power.

A white flame ring began to spread rapidly around the seedlings. The black and sticky liquid that looked like slime was instantly burned into black smoke after coming into contact with the white flame.

Something is wrong!

Miao Mu looked at the black liquid that had been burned clean on the ground. Was it solved so easily? This was quite wrong...

"Faust? Are you dead?"

Miaomu stood up on the spot with some confusion. Not only did he not retract the holy flame in his hand, but it burned even more fiercely.

"Not dead." Faust's voice sounded behind him.

Miaomu immediately turned around and chopped forward with the Holy Flame in his hand. The flame cut a deep mark on the wall, but a black figure on the wall remained unmoved.

"Magic?" Miaogi looked at the black shadow on the wall. It looked like it was drawn with ink, but it had a human aura.

"A form of dark magic, not uncommon."

Faust's eyes lit up in the black shadow, and his gaze remained fixed on the Holy Flame Hammer in Naegi's hand for a few seconds. It should be a sacred artifact of the Holy See, but he was not interested in it.

"Can you tell me your name?"

Faust asked in a deep voice. He was interested in this... Faust looked up and down at Naegi's clothes and appearance.

The red Santa Claus costume was burned and deformed when fighting the devil, and then it got wet by water. When worn by Naemu, he looked like a homeless person on the street.

"..."

Miaomu hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, and poked the holy flame directly on the wall. The flames erupted, and a layer of dust was burned on the wall.

Faust's black figure was still there, unharmed. Miaogi suspected that his real body had already run away, and the one in front of him was just an illusion.

Name... this is very important. Who knows what kind of long-range spells this black magician has.

"Bruce, Bruce Wayne, has the same name as Gotham's richest man."

Miaomu secretly put Bruce's name forward, and Faust did not doubt it, but nodded.

"Bruce, I'll remember you."

Miao Mu was sweating profusely, this misunderstanding was quite big.

"Bruce, let me remind you that Gotham will be part of Hell. Run away if you get a chance."

After Faust said this, he raised his hand and waved it. The black shadow on the wall disappeared instantly, leaving only the scarred wall.

"Bah, don't run! Come out and fight for another three hundred rounds!"

Miaomu raised his fist and shouted, paying close attention to the surrounding environment. There was no change at all, so he really left.

"Damn, damn magician." Miaomu kicked the ground and turned to look at the magic circle next to him. The candles had been extinguished.

A magic circle made of white powder was imprinted on the floor, as if it had been repainted with red dye, with a bloody human-shaped mark in the middle.

"What is this stuff?"

Naegi walked over, squatted next to the magic circle, reached out and pinched a handful of powder, squeezed it in his hand, and put it to his nose to smell it.

There is blood in it, and it smells like blood...

Although he didn't know anything about magic, Miaomu still felt that this was not a good thing, so he took out the Holy Flame Hammer.

Without saying a word, he burned it first, burning the entire magic circle and the floor underneath to ashes.

Outside, Zatanna, with smoke all over her face, used teleportation magic to throw the demon puppet directly into the Gotham River.

But there is no way to kill it. It has been transformed into a magician's puppet. There is no way to kill it before its core stone is destroyed.

But Zatanna felt relieved to throw it into the Gotham River. The river was so bottomless that even a pile of core stones could be swept into the mud and buried, not to mention one.

"Zatanna, can you help me?"

Barry, who had blocked the stairs and elevator, ran over and looked at Zatanna who had just returned, and asked seriously.

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"Is it okay here?"

In a dark alley, Zatanna opened the portal and turned to look at Barry who was carrying Batman on his back.

Barry nodded, "This is enough, his car is definitely nearby, thank you."

Zatanna looked at the unconscious Batman. This man gave her a very special feeling. She knew him.

But no one knows who is under the hood. Women's intuition is very accurate, especially Zatanna, who has the blood of a prophet. Her views on some things are very accurate.

Watching Barry carrying Batman deeper into the alley, Zatanna helplessly stretched out her hand, intending to move Constantine back.

"Meow~"

A beautiful black cat jumped down from a trash can on the side, and Zatanna turned her head to look over.

Just then, two strong white lights shone from the alley, causing Zatanna and the black cat to look over there.

The buzzing sound of the engine is like the roar of a beast in its throat, and the surging power is running.

Barry skillfully pressed the button in the Batmobile, put Batman in the driver's seat, and started the automatic driving mode.

Although he has nothing to do with Batman now, in the future, Barry will be a frequent visitor to the Batcave. Even the fighter planes that Batman uses to carry out missions in the Justice League are carried back by Barry.

"In this case, it's best to call Alfred. I miss Alfred's feasts, especially the roast turkey."

Barry joked in a relaxed mood. Seeing Batman confirmed his prediction in his mind. Batman is still Batman, not the Flash who runs with the speed force.

This made him feel very relaxed. Although he didn't know who the black speed force was now, perhaps he would only know it after returning to ten years later. He hoped that it wouldn't be a bad thing...

The autopilot system was set, the destination was the Batcave, and Alfred's video call was also set.

Barry jumped out of the Batmobile, closed the sliding door with his backhand, and jumped to the side. The Batmobile, with its engine roaring, accelerated in a fraction of a second and catapulted directly out of the alley.

Just like a Formula One car on the track, the Batmobile disappeared in just a few seconds.

Zatanna also returned to the building, looked at Kondinstein lying on the ground, raised her hand and opened the portal to the circus.

But she seemed to have forgotten one thing.

Zatanna frowned and thought for a moment. The demon had already sunk into the river, so there shouldn't be any problem. As for Faust...

Zatanna looked at Naegi who was burning the magic circle. That guy looked very reliable, and she couldn't sense Faust's breath anymore, so it should be fine, probably.

She is just a magician who is on tour looking for her father. The responsibility of saving the world should be left to those who are righteous.

Zatanna reached out and dragged Constantine into the purple portal.

"John, you should lose weight!" Zatanna shouted.

Kondinstein was like in a coma, motionless, but his eyes were open. To be precise, his soul had reached hell, which was one of his special abilities.

He could pass through the liquid and the feeling of near-death, all the way to hell, but this time he didn't want to go there, but was dragged down by someone.

In the burning hell, Constantinstein looked up at a completely unfamiliar devil of hell and a clown laughing beside him. He felt nothing now and just wanted to smoke a cigarette.

"My name is Malebolgia, human, give me your soul!"