American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

soul?

Hearing this question, Kondinstein almost laughed out loud. His soul was still quite valuable, but it was hard to collect.

After searching his body, Kondinstein actually found a cigarette. Since he was in a soul state, all the injuries on his body were gone.

Kondinstein held the cigarette carefully and looked up at the strange devil. There were many devils in hell, and they were all very ugly, and this one was no exception.

In comparison, his old friend the First Fallen can be said to be pleasing to the eye to some extent. Yes, it is the poisonous snake that tempted Adam and Eve to eat the apple in the Garden of Eden.

He is an old enemy of God, but he is quite reasonable. I heard that he even built a paradise for Kontin to torture his soul, ensuring Kontin's miserable life after going to hell.

Kondinstein quickly shook his head. He didn't want to go to hell. He had offended too many demons and devils. He didn't know how many demons he had thrown into hell on behalf of heaven.

But he committed suicide. According to God's teachings, suicide is a serious sin and one will definitely go to hell. In order to go to heaven, Kontin became a professional exorcist.

Looking at the devil in front of him, Kondinstein narrowed his eyes, took a puff of the cigarette, and in this dry and hot place of hell, he finished the whole cigarette in one breath.

Constantinstein was thinking about whether he could sell his soul again. After all, he was in the advanced stage of lung cancer and might die, although Zatanna used healing magic to prolong his life.

But why miss out on a better option that can be had quickly?

"If you want my soul, bring something solid and trade it."

Kondinstein threw his cigarette butt on the ground, looked up and said: "Do you need an agent in the human world? I can help you solve the problem. Why don't we cooperate?"

"You?" Malebolgia, the devil king of hell, lowered his huge head. His body, which looked like an ancient pterosaur, was covered with ugly brown hair. His every move affected the surrounding environment.

"John, John Kondinstein. A professional exorcist, I can sign a contract with you. You don't want to miss the opportunity to get involved in the real world, right?" Kondinstein said in a persuasive manner.

As someone who has been dealing with demons for many years, he understands very well how tempting the real world, which is the boundary between heaven and hell, is to these demon kings. It is second only to invading the world of heaven.

“No need. I will soon own a piece of earthly territory belonging to Hell, but…” Malebolgia changed the subject and looked at the clown soul who was laughing on the other side.

In Malebolgia's eyes, that kind of restless madness and chaos was just like an ancient emperor seeing the talent of a general and being attracted to him.

"I need someone to help me open that door and do a little work. Can you... do it?"

Malebolgia stared at Kondinstein. "My men will go to the promised land of hell, and you will help me defeat the other guy who wants the land."

"Well... who is it?" Kondinstein asked with a frown.

To defeat a demon king of this level in hell, the difficulty directly rises to the level of a demon king war. Constantinstein doesn't want to finish his life with these bastards in hell.

"He's just a little devil, but his followers got there first. You just need to deal with him, and my subordinates will go there personally. I have already sensed him."

Malebolgia closed his eyes, and the burning valley around him instantly disappeared, turning into ruins.

"How do I know where he will go. And you won't let him go with you, will you?" Kondinstein looked at the crazy clown next to him, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face.

“Found this!”

Malebolgia's huge figure disappeared, and the surrounding ground began to crack. Pieces of rubble flew into the sky and combined into the shape of a weapon, like a gun head.

When Kantine saw the outline and shape, his brows immediately furrowed and he whispered, "Spear of Destiny, Spear of Longinus?"

This thing is no ordinary thing. It is the holy spear that pierced Jesus and has extraordinary powers. However, because it is stained with holy blood, it is extremely difficult to control.

According to legend, this holy relic eventually fell into the hands of Nazi Germany and disappeared without a trace. Even the Vatican had no news or clues about it.

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Just like a drowning person suddenly struggles out of the water and raises his head above the surface, his tight chest lets out a breath.

Bruce woke up from the big bed in the bedroom. It was already sunny outside, and even through the thick curtains, some sunlight leaked through the gaps.

"You woke up earlier than I thought."

Alfred came in from outside, holding a cup of green worm tea, placed it beside the bed, and reached out to open the curtains.

The sunlight suddenly came in, and Bruce quickly raised his hands to block the sunlight, like a vampire who had just come out of a coffin.

"How did I get back?" Bruce asked.

Although his mind was a little confused and the dreams he had while sleeping were still floating in front of his eyes, he had confirmed that he was back.

The bandages wrapped around his hands and the dull pain in his body told him what had happened.

"It's the Batmobile. It was in autopilot mode that brought you back. You're lucky you were able to climb into the Batmobile."

Alfred said, helping Bruce up and placing a pillow behind his back, making him sit up.

"last night……"

"It's not last night anymore. Merry Christmas, Master Bruce." Alfred smiled and took out a gift box from under the bed, which shocked Bruce.

"Well, it seems I have fooled you."

Alfred laughed like a mischievous boy, and it was obvious that he was very satisfied with the effect of the prank.

"Don't make trouble." Bruce raised his hand to cover his forehead and fell back on the bed, recalling what happened last night in his mind.

He climbed upstairs and had no other memories except someone calling his name and the Batmobile was on autopilot...

That one is manually operated and someone has to start it.

Bruce also wanted to believe that he had completed this difficult task unconsciously and returned here.

But... this couldn't convince Bruce. Suspicion was his greatest strength, but also his worst point.

He doubts others and himself as well.

"Master Philip came this morning, but I turned him down, as did your friend, Mr. Cameron."

Alfred brought the prepared newspaper to Bruce's bedside, with a shocking news headline on the cover:

Is this Gotham or Hell? How can there be safety?

“Cameron?”

Bruce thought of the beautiful woman whom he had met once at the auction, but after just a moment's thought, he put the thought out of his mind as he had more important things to think about.

Things like love between young people would never exist even in dreams.

"Luckily, nothing happened to you last night. More than a dozen people jumped off the building in Gotham City's stock market today."

Alfred took a few pills, placed them on the table, and handed them to Bruce along with the cup of green worm tea.

"By the way, Master Bruce, you wouldn't mind having a cat at home, right?"

"what?"

Bruce took the worm tea, threw the pill into his mouth, and drank it all in one gulp while holding his breath. The taste of the worm tea made Bruce frown as if by reflex.

"I found it on the hood of the Batmobile last night when I was checking it out, Hankina!"

Alfred shouted outside, and the half-closed door was pushed open. A black cat with a bandaged left front paw walked in from outside, moving with some difficulty.

Those emerald cat eyes were full of spirit and a hint of delight. It was a very special black cat. Its breed could not be identified, but it was well-proportioned, like an agile little leopard.

He ran over and jumped onto Bruce's bed, grabbed the quilt with his paws, lay down comfortably, and looked at Bruce with a special look.

Bruce felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by her, as if someone was staring at him, but he couldn't get angry.

"Of course, if you mind, I can deduct Hanjina's food expenses from my salary."

"No need." Bruce waved his hand.

He doesn't have to worry about having pets or anything like that.

Although he wouldn't keep one, he would agree if Alfred wanted to keep one, and the cat looked... okay.