I'm an emotionless superhero

I could feel Thor's hair blowing up next to him - the lightning that shot out of him made Connor feel like his hair was going to explode.

Lucifer, who was walking towards him, felt the burning sensation of hell.

It's really childish...

"Fuck him!" Thor pushed Connor, and said righteously, "Fuck him! If you win, I will solve the demon problem in Los Angeles tonight, and at worst, beat them to death."

Connor:  …

And Lucifer, who obviously didn't know Connor's combat power, showed a provocative smile: "I'm not angry, you won and I will deal with the demons outside now."

Connor:  …

He looked at the bright sun outside, and with his super vision, he could even see Constantine standing at the door with a hesitant face...

and many more? !

Constantine? !

Connor shivered, and there was only one sentence about Constantine: "Stay away from him, he cheats his teammates."

How should I put it...

He decided to trust Lucifer—the devil's promise was far more reliable than Constantine's.

"You don't look very good at fighting, why did you just become the Lord of Hell?"

"Because hell was designed so that only the creatures of heaven should rule."

"So your dad thinks that you are the youngest and disobedient, and you will definitely not be able to support yourself in the future, so he arranged a job for you in advance?"

Lucifer: ...

He turned away.

Thor immediately asked: "What are you doing?"

Lucifer squeezed the answer through his teeth: "Deal with the devil."

Parallel (five)

"Aren't you going to take a look around?"

To tell you the truth, I'm not really interested.

The words turned around in his mind, but Connor nodded, and ran to follow Lucifer: "I want to go with you."

Lucifer glared at him: "The most trustworthy person in this world is the devil. This is the basis for the existence of our hell. If you don't even trust the Lord of Hell, then you don't need to bet with the Lord of Hell at all."

I just feel ashamed and might be ridiculed by those demons, so you don't want me to follow along...

Connor thought.

All right, then I will save some face for the Lord of Hell.

So he ran back to Thor again, sat on the sofa, and waited for Lucifer to give him the result.

The Lord of Hell is worthy of being the Lord of Hell. Before Connor had finished drinking the glass of juice he poured for himself, Lucifer threw a ball of unknown stuff onto the ground of the Bar of Light.

"Let's inspect the goods."

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And the demon who was treated as goods looked confused—if the fuzzy facial features were his face.

"The Lord of Hell will actually get mixed up with the Protoss."

In fact, that demon's voice is quite nice, Connor thought, maybe those demons rely on this voice to make people think he is a good person?

"Actually, Lucifer didn't mess with the Protoss. He lost to me, not to Thor."

Anyway, he was caught.

Connor stood up, shook the juice in his hand, and looked down at the demons in front of him who were cluttered into a ball—it turns out that if a Stark wants to taunt you, he doesn't need any words, as long as he speaks from the top. If you look at you from the ground, you will feel ashamed.

But demons have thicker skins.

Connor smiled: "Lucifer lost, so...the problem should be on you, right? Hell rules, if the terms of the contract between two demons are violated, the stronger one wins, right?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes, casually balled up the demon in his hand, and knocked him out like a yo-yo.

Wherever the super-sighted eyes can see, he can only see the unknown thing disappearing in his sight.

emmmmm, how should I put it, it still looks a bit weird.

Then he saw Constantine—yes, Constantine was still there—smiling at him.

Connor shuddered and looked away.

"I have fulfilled your request, the contract is terminated, and now you can go away."

Lucifer waved his hand impatiently, it could be seen that he was in a very bad mood.

Thor sneered and stood up: "Let's go."

The crisis in Los Angeles was easily resolved by Lucifer-in fact, Connor personally felt that it was still a bit of luck.

But things like magic... Maybe it's time for him to dabble a bit too?

It's just...he seems to have heard the saying that Superman has low magic resistance?

For this reason, he went to Zatanna specifically.

The witch with black hair, red lips and exquisite gown smiled: "Who told you?"

Connor:? ? ?

As soon as the witch raised her head, she casually outlined the staff in her hand, and a picture appeared in the air—somewhat similar to the red blood bars and blue air bars in games.

Facing Connor's suspicious eyes, Zatanna was calm and composed, and didn't think there was anything wrong with using the game as a metaphor.

"Superman." She paused, "Physical resistance is very high, so my first impression of him is that he has low magic resistance. But... Let me use an analogy."

Zatanna drew an arc: "This means 100. Assuming that Superman's physical resistance is 100, then in comparison, his magic resistance may be 10, which seems very low."

Then she drew another arc: "Ordinary human beings have a physical resistance of 5 and a magic resistance of 2, so they appear to have a high magic resistance. You know what I mean?"

So it is comparative growth analogy analysis.

In fact, Superman's magic resistance is already quite high?

"For something like magic, the first prerequisite for you to learn it is talent—just like your father's Man of Steel. The second prerequisite is that you must believe in its existence."

Connor: "My existence has violated the law of universal gravitation." He floated upward smoothly, "So, maybe I am more like a magical creation in the eyes of many people?"

The black-haired witch laughed: "If you say that..." Her voice twisted, "That's right. Maybe magic is not as good as a perfect man of steel."

Said Zatanna walked over and reached out to touch Connor's bare/exposed skin.

Connor didn't hide.

"You are perfect, even the blood vessels are cute."

Connor:  …

"But my magic is not suitable for you, even if you are seduced/seduced, it is useless."

Connor: "Don't wrong people, obviously I was restrained by you and couldn't move."

Zatanna was unmoved, and still had an inscrutable look: "I look dangerous, and I haven't taken precautions. Is it possible that I am still responsible?"

Connor: "..."

I regret it now, I regret it, why did I come to Zatanna instead of Wonder Woman.

"The origin of magic, in fact, most people can't explain it clearly. But it is generally believed that magic is a gift from the gods—your father, I mean Iron Man, insists that magic is an unknown science. This is what he, as a futurist, stands for. The arrogance at the top of the world's technology tree."

A map appeared in front of Zatanna.

"If you really have to classify, I should actually belong to the Eastern Witch, a member of the Eastern Three Saints. It's just... I personally think that you are more suitable for another type of magic, so I have contacted her when you asked. And."

Zatanna tapped her mobile phone: "She has agreed."

The amazing thing about magic is that you have no idea how you got there.

From Connor's point of view, a golden circle suddenly appeared, and a thin woman stood opposite.

She smiled and was full of confidence, but it didn't seem like the kind of... contempt for people who didn't know magic at all.

Her smile just gives you a sense of what it should be.

Zatanna pushes Connor from behind.

And he just walked into that aperture, and changed the location instantly.

Even Jarvis reacted before telling him: "You are in New York now."

"New York Temple." The woman walked in front of him without any haste, "I am the Supreme Mage who guards this plane."

"Doctor Fate?"

"Is it an overlapping task?" The Supreme Mage didn't feel uncomfortable because of Connor's rhetorical question, and even looked at Connor's whole body with a smile, "Your father taught you very well. I have been hesitating whether to let you touch magic, Kang Na. But now it seems that you are much more receptive to magic than I thought."

As she spoke, she turned around and walked in one direction.

Connor immediately followed her.

With Connor's super vision, he almost doubted whether he used super speed unintentionally, or why he walked directly to the Himalayas in these few steps.

Still the top.

Looking down, you can see the frozen bodies of climbers.

"are not you cold?"

The supreme sorcerer in front of him was already thin, and standing on the top of the mountain, he always felt that he would be blown away by the wind at any time.

Although the other party stood firmly and firmly, not moving like a mountain.

As for Connor?The Son of Steel is fearless. He knows the temperature every day and just wants to know what to wear to be less conspicuous.

"not cold."

The Supreme Master didn't think this question was trivial, but instead answered Connor's question seriously. "The reason why Zatanna thinks she is not suitable to teach you is because she is used to adding magic to her body. But you are already a body of steel, so there is no need to waste magic power on strengthening your body."

It can be seen how much the talent value of myself and Zatanna is different.

"This shows that I actually look more like a product of magic." Connor paused and said half-jokingly.

"I still believe that most children in this world are born out of love. Maybe a little bit of use is mixed in. But, you shouldn't belittle yourself. And at the same time, anyway,