The feasibility of working the night shift in Gotham

In terms of choosing the base address, Blackfire Dickon may also be a smart person. He chose the base under the semi-finished Gotham Goddess Statue, which is convenient for them and us.The interior of the goddess statue seems to be intricate and the stairs are reinforced, but in fact this structure is the most regular.

Fumbling around to find the only entrance, the two guards didn't notice that we were still regretting missing Blackfyre Dickon's speech for a while.

"But the most regrettable thing is that I didn't participate in the purification ceremony." Guard A said.

"Indeed, those who succeed in purification can have extraordinary power." Guard B said regretfully, "Even if the purification fails, we can still dedicate ourselves to the gods. It is indeed a pity that we stay here."

The three of us looked at each other in blank dismay, and felt that the purification ceremony the guards were talking about was the so-called process of man-made blood demons.

I have to say that this Black Flame Dickon is quite capable of deceiving people. If he has the time to do this kind of thing here, he might as well go to downtown Gotham to hold an eloquence training class, or teach some examples of himself and his disciples. Anti-PUA courses are more profitable than this!

Although I have repeatedly stated that the God of Death will not take the lives of living people, the ones in the movies are all fake, and I will not work overtime for no reason. You must believe in my principle as a worker. It's the head of a Gorefiend.

The two were still on the left and the right, one with a whip and the other with his legs to bring down the guard.Dragging the unconscious guard aside, the three of us used the ladder at the guard's place to climb up to the beam of the first section.

It was said that the three of us were squatting in the dark to discuss issues, but in fact only the two of them were squatting in the corner where the beam turned and plotting loudly. I was floating bored, no, I was alone observing this place where the crisis lurks!

"As long as we successfully climb to the beam above their heads from here, we can surprise them." Robin suggested.

"It's impossible, Robin." Dorothy folded her arms and her face was full of disapproval. "How are you going to get there? Didn't you see where the crossbeam is?" She took two steps back and pointed to the center Fang Liang, "Are you going to fly over?"

"It's fine to fly there." I interjected, "I can fly you there, one person at a time."

"Ann, not everyone can see you, but everyone can definitely see Robin!" Dorothy said to me, "Can you imagine that scene? Even if you two are careful, if Is someone looking up?"

Well, my family, I thought about it for a while. What Dorothy said was actually not unreasonable. If someone in the crowd suddenly looked up and saw me, it’s okay to say, but if they couldn’t see me, it would probably become a weird scene. Alright.

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I scratched my head in embarrassment, and felt that my suggestion was really a bit stupid, "Go over there." I patted Robin, hugged my legs and squeezed beside him, forget it, let them discuss it slowly, Salted fish!Just make soy sauce.

I don’t know how the two of them negotiated. In the end, Dorothy took the lead and used the vampire’s own advantages to teleport to the crossbar. Robin and I passed through the surrounding structures bit by bit. It's Blackfire Dickon who strikes when he's alone!

The space on the beam was a little narrow, and Robin rubbed his way into the gap to make room for me, but I refused him, saying that it would be the same to float and I had other things to do.

"Where are you going?" Robin asked, grabbing my burqa. "Aren't you on our side...not on my side?"

This sentence seems to have other meanings. I have always stood on the side of human beings. I laughed at this idea. I just think that the other party looks like a mature boy, but the actual appearance is still deceiving. Robin is also a child. It's all about character, there are indeed some scruples about going deep into the enemy's camp.In our relationship, I seem to behave like the one who is immature and jumpy, although it is the same when I get along with Jason, given that I am a character who likes to get more attention from friends, I don’t think so. what a strange.

"Isn't it always by your side?" Sometimes it's not a bad thing to comfort a cute boy, and I followed his pull and sat back beside him.I stretched out my hand and squeezed his hand that was holding my coat, which was a size bigger than mine, and burned him with mana condensed on my fingertips. Seeing the eyes under the mask widen in shock, I said with a smirk, "Now You can let it go."

"I'll burn you if you don't let go."

He didn't answer the question and didn't let go, just asked again, "Where are you going?"

Of course I have to work where I can go, I thought to myself, I took off my coat and stuffed it into his arms, jumped up from the beam, and waved at him, "What are you worried about? They can't see me, I'll scout the terrain by the way, and I'll be back soon."

Concerned about Dorothy's words, I carefully walked around the inner side of the goddess statue. Well, the interior space here is quite large, and there is another exit along one of the roads. The low and simple one-story house, I guess it should be the house left by the workers who were in charge of the construction site before. I saw a few believers passing by with some things in a hurry. It should be used as a place for church personnel to rest or A place to store things.

After thinking about the Gorefiend wandering in the forest outside, I decided to go and have a look, maybe there will be something to gain.Sure enough, the farther to the back of the house, the more dilapidated and closed, and there are stones piled up at the door of the house. Not only is there no one here, but the air is filled with the smell of blood that has not dissipated for many days and the faint low spirit of the soul. Murmur.

These souls have been wandering for too long without reason at all, and the only few words of resentment in life are ambiguous and unintelligible, so we can only take them away and wait for them to return to the office to let them recover for a while before registering and inquiring.

But through them, I have also confirmed that after the so-called failed human beings are transformed into gorefiends, some of them will perform mysterious sacrificial rituals as the guards said, and some of them will be imprisoned in these abandoned buildings.

Those houses that are nailed up or blocked with stones, the blood devils are imprisoned inside. After talking about it, those blood devils locked in the house are like food delivery for me. Just go.

I pretended to pat the non-existent dust in my hands, saying that working overtime is really tiring, and I might as well stay with Robin and squat with him.

Alas, I am depressed at 45 degrees, overtime makes me tired, I want chest muscles, ah no, I want heart-warming stickers from friends.

"Are you back?" Robin inspected me with his eyes, and handed me the burqa in a voice that really didn't hurt me.

"Aren't you here yet?" I leaned against Robin and asked, telling a little about my experience just now, "Behind them is an abandoned bungalow with nothing, just used to store some supplies and a place to live. I cleaned it up."

I didn't notice Robin looked at me with some obscure eyes, and continued, "I'm quite curious, how did they become such things voluntarily."

Not long after the words were spoken, the noise of the crowd and the sound of footsteps came. The leading man was wearing a dark blue long sleeve with half bald hair. He hadn't buttoned it up, and his entire chest was covered with black flame tattoos.

"He is Dickon the Blackfyre." Robin whispered, and he stretched out his hand to warn Dorothy to prepare, and the protagonist of this event has arrived.

Black Flame Dickon stood at the front of the crowd, and he said loudly, "Tonight we will perform a purification ceremony, and the brave who pass the ceremony can continue to stay in the world to serve our Lord until the flame of our Lord burns the entire world."

"Don't be discouraged if you are not chosen by our lord, your blood and body will benefit your brothers and sisters and return to my lord's side."

He raised his arms and shouted, "Call upon the name of our Lord—Cthugha the Deflagration!"

While the believers were shouting, two stone platforms were pushed up. The stone platforms were engraved with words and patterns. I took a closer look and it was exactly the same as the one in the wooden house at the entrance of the island.

"Don't look." I leaned close to Robin's ear, "It's almost the same as the one in that room."

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the two selected 'warriors' lay red-faced on the stone platform and waited for the miracle to come.

At this time, a believer ran to Black Fire Dickon and whispered in his ear.

"What are you talking about! Those behind have all been killed!" Dickon said in amazement.

"Sure enough." I whispered, and explained to Robin's puzzled eyes, "He extracted the blood of those low-level gorefiends who had been transformed into failed believers, and then gave the blood to these so-called 'warriors' to drink, so that Their bodies have changed to become vampires, but with such a method of dilution layer by layer, it is impossible to complete the transformation like Dorothy or Doctor Reed's sister, it is just creating monsters in vain."

"According to Dorothy, the clown gave him the vampire blood that could be transformed in the first place." Robin said, "Whose blood is it? Mary Reed or the doctor's wife?" He guessed it was later. By.

Dickon below was very irritable. When the clown proposed cooperation, the blood given to him was not much. In order to better win over people's hearts and retain believers, he had to keep those blood demons who failed to transform and distribute their blood to more Many believers.At this time, he had to comfort the believers that he still had more pure liquid.

"Oh! Poor lying old man." A shrill female voice and the roar of a hyena came from the door, and a woman with dyed hair one blue and one red was slowly walking towards the crowd.

"Harley Quinn, what's wrong with you?" Why is it this crazy woman? Dickon couldn't help but take a step back trembling. He pretended to be calm, comforting himself in his heart that maybe the clown knew the situation and sent him new blood.

"Is the clown going to continue working with me?"

Hearing this, Harley let out a sharp voice, "For your terrible face, you are still a rotten brain that only makes up some delusional delusions that require gods!"

She held up the baseball bat in her hand and smiled ferociously, "Of course I'm here to kill you, old man!"