[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

Speaking of which, where is Nightwing?

Where are the male prisoners in Arkham kept?

Lucilia, who hadn't paid attention to Arkham's structure at all, was at a loss as to what to do. She trotted through the corridor and came to the bottom gate. On it was engraved a cross that she knew she hated without needing to memorize it, and a circle of prayers.

"...As for?" The gargoyle protested.

Ordinary carved crosses are of course useless.

But this one, presumably not of ordinary carving, is useful though bare and ugly.

Lucilia stopped three steps away from it, every cell in her body was screaming "Stay away from it!".

Even Qiuqiu, who was watching the surveillance along with him, narrowed his eyes and scanned carefully.

"It's actually true?"

Tim was surprised: "Can you see it through the surveillance?"

"The first batch of angels and demons could tap dance on electronic signals, and the holy power, wish power and magic power they radiated could naturally be transmitted through signals, but humans couldn't feel it."

Qiuqiu snorted, shook his wings shyly, and soon fell into doubt again.

"However, are there still demons or angels from that era left in the world?"

It should be gone.

Qiuqiu carefully checked his memory, but there was nothing left.

Except for the angels and demons who died in a holy war due to various reasons, didn’t the rest go back to their own homes and go to sleep?

Tim and Batman looked at each other, and began to test: "Maybe they ran out privately?"

"Impossible, we have an agreement. The original angels and demons must be returned separately. Before the next jihad comes, no one can come to the world again." Qiuqiu flicked his wings, "Unless it is my current situation, weaken the game later. It is possible, but it is impossible to leave such a sacred object.”

After being weakened, the ability is insufficient, and it can only maintain the body, and of course it is impossible to leave traces.

It can't even handle Lucilia, so it can only be rounded and flattened.

As for breach of contract?

That's almost impossible.

Write "The Final Jihad" and read "The End of the World".

Really think who expects that kind of thing?

Hell will not benefit either.

"Since no one benefits, why does jihad still exist?" This time, Batman asked himself.

Qiuqiu rolled, raised his eyes to look at him, and asked, "Why should you care about this? Whether it is you or your descendants, it will be very difficult to live to that time."

Why should short-lived species consider issues that only long-lived species need to consider?

The complex thinking of human beings is an eternal puzzle, and it is precisely because of this that they can always do whimsical and creative things.

Like now.

Lucilia was staring at the cross three steps away in a daze.

Amid the vague prayers, the cross was getting hotter and hotter.

Ok?

Prayer?

Lucilia froze for a moment, moved a little closer, and listened carefully with her ears pricked up. After a while, she felt her eardrums swell, and her nerves kept sending out pain signals.

It was really the sound of prayers, and prayers that had an actual impact on her.

"Church? Is there a church in Arkham?"

In other words, on the opposite side of this wall is the hall of the church.

No wonder that cross on the wall looks so ugly, it's just the back of it!

At the same time, it also shows that the wall is definitely not thick.

If she rushed out, she would have to face the front of the cross, priests and believers.

If you don't rush out, you're just roasting on a small fire here.

Lucilia immediately made a choice.

She kicked at the cross.

hungry.

The holy power is constantly consuming Lucilia's power. In order to resist the burning sensation, her magic power instinctively overflows to support the strength of the protective film.

When mana is consumed, physical strength will also be lost.

So, naturally, Lucilia felt hungry.

Don't want to think about anything.

Just want to hurry back and eat the cookies Jason baked.

Generally speaking, demons have basic fear and respect for sacred objects, and vice versa. Angels and demons are light and darkness, but they are actually things that restrain each other and must coexist.

But Lucilia showed no fear, and no respect.

She just kicked it to pieces.

At the same time, Lucilia rolled into the church.

The praying crowd screamed and fled in all directions.

The sound of prayers and vows dissipated in an instant, and the sacred object made a final counterattack, and the flames rose violently, engulfing the entire gargoyle.

On the other side of the monitor, Tim sat up straight immediately, while Batman just looked at the eyeballs.

This guy just glanced at the screen from time to time, slumped into a sesame cake, and didn't look worried at all.

So Batman held Tim down and continued watching calmly.

The flames and smoke set off the alarm device, and the water fell, but it couldn't extinguish the special fire on Lucilia's body.

"It's not holy water." Qiuqiu commented leisurely.

"Too much intensity at one time will be detrimental to the experiment." Batman also had the leisure to chat with it.

Tim who felt that he was the only one worried about Jason coming back to kill the bat: ...

Fine.

As long as you are happy, boss.

Look away.

Among the remains of the church, the gargoyle remained still.

The pain that hit the soul made Lucilia a little unable to react. For a while, she just squatted in the debris, allowing the remains of the holy objects to continue to hurt her.

An instinct was urging her to resist, to resist the control from pain.

Resist fear, pressure, and everything in the world.

The pitch-black protective film rushed out from under the skin, covering those flames, it didn't try to expel them, but instead involved them and pressed them into the body.

Lucilia swallowed the flames.

She knew it would only hurt more.

Although it hurts, I feel very good.

"But it really hurts..." the gargoyle complained softly, full of disgust.

The prayer sound completely disappeared, and the power to suppress her also weakened a lot, Lucilia smiled.

The induction ability is still suppressed and cannot be released, but perhaps because a cross has been broken, this power is no longer so uniform. When Lucilia tried to release the induction again, she found that the surrounding forces suppressed her There are strong and weak, the gargoyle turned around and aimed at the strongest direction.

She didn't intend to be polite any longer, she directly dug into the wall with her hands, her round nails turned into sharp claws, tearing and shredding the wall as easily as tearing a bread bag.

The defensive incantation burned the gargoyle's claws into blackness. She didn't intend to stop at all, but scratched even harder.

Amidst the broken sound, a faint voice emerged from the depths of her memory, tumbling in her mind.

Remember, Lucilia.

Whoever hurts you will perish, and whoever resists you will be broken.

Your body is your absolute authority, and no force can take it away against your will.

In this world, no power can control and suppress her existence.

Even if broken, it will never change.

This is the authority that belongs to Lucilia.

Another wall collapsed, and the sound and smoke filled Yeyi's eardrums. He had heard the approaching sound of the collapse just now, and he hid on the other side early, but was still thrown all over his face.

"Lucilia?" The child seems to have become more violent?

Soon, the smoke and dust descended.

Nightwing also saw Lucilia clearly.

At first, Jason said that Lucilia was a statue of a gargoyle. This judgment proved to be just a misunderstanding, but he also got a glimpse of the truth by mistake.

She is like a moving stone sculpture, without any temperature, alienated and cold.

Inside the back wall of the prison where Ye Yi was located, there was a cross. With the increasing pressure and heat, Lucilia found it, smashed the wall, and kicked it hard.

Fragments flew, and she stomped on, crushing them into powder.

The pressure around her suddenly dropped, and Lucilia stopped, her feet were burnt black, she also turned a blind eye, turned her head, her glass-like eyeballs turned downward, and looked at Ye Yi.

The human leaned against the corner and looked back quietly.

The two sides looked at each other, and there was a few seconds of silence.

Ye Yi hid a long way to avoid the flying gravel, and did not make a sound at this time, waiting for Lucilia's reaction.

Lucilia was thinking about what to do.

Although this human is not as delicious as the red hood, it can be eaten.The free soul of the bluebird is also a good meal, and the hungry demon will not be too picky.

The gargoyle walked over, grabbed Yeyi by the neck and carried the human over.

sniff.

……

The cool wind, or the bright phantom flashing under the moon.

Nightwing tastes pretty good too.

As a late-night snack, he's perfectly qualified.

However, the smell of honey grilled meat rolled up in Lucilia's memory, and the hot breath of Jason's soul made her miss it, and the pickiness in her soul made her not want to settle for the second best.

No, it can't be done.

Facial paralysis.

She couldn't make do.

Lucilia let go and let Nightwing fall to the floor. Tired and hungry, she sat on the bed with a paralyzed face.

"Don't pay too much attention, it's not that you don't taste good, it's just that I'm too picky."

Not wanting to embarrass Ye Yi too much, Lucilia even explained it.

Ye Yi was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry and went back to comfort him: "Don't worry about this. Generally, when encountering such a situation, everyone will be happy because they are unpalatable."

To survive, the more unpalatable the better.

Ye Yi said that he has no special hobbies in this area.

The gargoyle snorted coldly: "I won't really eat Jie, at least not now."

"Then when do you plan to eat it?" Ye Yi asked tentatively.

"When he's about to die." Lucilia was stunned by the answer for a few seconds before she said firmly, "He's about to die, it's definitely okay to eat a few bites."

"Shouldn't you save people first?" What kind of answer is this...

Ye Yi was also stunned, realizing that Lucilia was not referring to the "dying" that he understood.

Lucilia was talking about the day Jason had to die.

Everyone is going to die.

No?

Nightwing: "Have you talked to Jason about this?"

"Not yet, and don't worry."

Headache, very hungry.

Lucilia pressed her forehead, not letting those feelings control her actions.

Humans are looking at her.

This made Lucilia even more irritable.

But this guy is still making some dispensable judgments.

"Maybe we should stop, Lucilia." Ye Yi persuaded softly, "A lot of data has been collected, this test can be stopped."

The wiretapping and surveillance devices in the cell were still alive, passing Nightwing's judgment to the Batcave verbatim.

That wasn't for Lucilia, Nightwing was discussing it with Batman.

"I agree." Tim seconded, "Lucilia's state is not right. Those things can hurt her, but they can't restrain her. Instead, it makes her violent. If this continues, Nightwing may also be in danger."

Batman stared at the screen, not rushing to make a decision.

"I don't." Lucilia was very angry. She turned around but couldn't find the monitoring device. She still doesn't know much about these technological products, and she didn't bother to look for it. She just pointed her middle finger at the ceiling, "Tear some It's just a wall, and I can get you out right now."

It looked like he learned that movement from Jason.

Ye Yi felt dumbfounded again.

"Lucilia." He tried to persuade.

The gargoyle didn't give him this option, and smashed the wall further back with one kick.

"Are you going by yourself, or should I drag you?" She asked politely.

One digs ahead, and the other silently follows behind.

Just, does the picture look familiar?