The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

The black-haired girl came out from the corner, with several long rips torn on her coat. She obviously knew that there were people here. One was smoking calmly, and the other had an indescribable expression, as if she wanted to say something.

The exorcist put out the cigarette butt, "Is Lingbo prison fun, little devil?"

He was just here to help, Superman spent a lot of effort to persuade him to join this matter, I don’t know why, he is very resistant to the Celestial religion, it’s not that he doesn’t want to see the Justice League destroy this cult organization, but……

"I don't like this name very much." Arya protested, but still answered his question, "It's okay, I walked too far, almost lost my way, and finally met one, how should I say it, Well, a guy with a toad face and a dog's head, I'm not sure, because, at the end, we got into a fight, so now I basically just remember what his dead body looked like."

Many demon hybrids are very sensitive to the topic of bloodlines, and they don't want others to emphasize this matter. Constantine is not surprised, and he did it on purpose, but he was a little surprised to hear what the other party said.

The blond-haired exorcist said vaguely to the person next to him, "You better stay away from such people, ordinary mixed-blood demons can't do this level, who knows what kind of blood this guy has, New York, really It's a good place, I'm leaving."

The young girl turned sideways ladylikely, let him go out of the way, looked at the back of the exorcist for a while and then turned around, "You...Aren't you going to leave?"

The dark-haired man stood in the alley, his deep blue eyes were hidden behind the lenses, but for some reason, he kept staring at himself——

This situation is really unexpected at the moment.

After Clark brought Constantine, he changed into Superman's costume and wandered the streets of New York with the exorcist, looking for clues about the Celestial Cult and the mage, never expecting to see her again.

After all, he was very sure that the little girl didn't have kryptonite on her body, because he never felt weak at all, and he recovered so quickly after being injured——

If the injury was caused by kryptonite, the feeling and recovery would be completely different.

Therefore, he was a little curious about how the other party did it, maybe it was because of her strength, maybe it was because of that weapon, there could be many reasons.

Although Alia didn't know what he was thinking, she could roughly understand it. Maybe he heard the "conversation" between himself and his little friend...

The street lights in the direction of the street illuminated a vast expanse of white mist, and in the permeating mist, a ray of dazzling fire suddenly rose.

The girl turned around, as if she was not afraid of another person suddenly shooting her from behind or hitting her with a brick, "Someone came to give money again."

Clark saw the golden mist flickering in the little girl's hand, far beyond the eyesight of ordinary people, allowing him to see the scene clearly, how those strands of light intertwined and connected with each other, shuttled and converged into a brilliant The gorgeous sword, the shining light flowing on the blade, is as dazzling as burning in the dark alley.

——This weapon is extremely dangerous.

This signal pierced into his perceptual world like a sharp knife, like an arrogant and cold warning.

The killer hiding in the mist never showed up, but he continued his actions. The high temperature continued to burn the air, and scalding heat waves surged.

The shining crimson flame merged into a radiant sharp blade in the air, roaring and tearing the air with an indomitable momentum, went straight to the depths of the alley, and shot toward the chest of the black-haired man.

The killer obviously didn't know him, but the two seemed to be talking before, whether he was the target's friend or enemy, would affect his mission, even if this was an innocent passer-by, people like them with lives on their hands Guy, I don't care about killing one or two ordinary people in vain.

— This attack is insignificant.

Superman thought so, he didn't even need to dodge, of course that would probably burn the jacket, but again it wouldn't do any real damage.

In fact, without the presence of kryptonite, the vast majority of attacks from this planet would only symbolize malice rather than harm to him.

...except for that sword.

The black-haired girl's knuckles turned her exquisite wrist, and the big sword drew a sharp golden lightning in the air, blocking the menacing magical side flame blade, and the force of the impact deflected the blade slightly, but that was all, the cracked The flames flew around like exploding water balls, turning into countless sparks and annihilated in the darkness.

"Wait," the girl lowered her voice, her fingertips slid across the edge of the sword, as if expressing a strange comfort, she stroked her beloved weapon and partner, "don't worry, you'll soon—"

The last few words were burnt to pieces by the fire that hit my face.

Clark watched her back step into the flames.

Superman's hearing is strong enough to pick up cries for help from the other side of the world, so such a murmur can sound as loud as a cry in his ears.

What she said was-

Taste the taste of blood.

Clark could clearly see the battle through the fog, including their every movement and every confrontation. He didn't think he was a master of fighting, but he knew many people with superb fighting skills, so, Objectively speaking, this young girl is not the best in comparison, but maybe it is due to her fighting style——

She hurt too much.

He could feel that the other party was enjoying it, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of the injury or the battle itself, which made him give up the idea of ​​helping many times... Although he could make the battle end in a second.

Arya has no idea what the "passers-by" behind her are thinking. The killer she faces is not a very powerful character who can control flames. Compared to fighting demons.

Of course, this isn't a game, it's just a metaphor.

After the two went through a few more moves, the killer who controlled the fire was shocked, "People from Pengo Lie?"

——he saw the ring that he deliberately put on his finger.

Arya had seen the fanfic, and she was completely honest, so she just said nonsense, "Yes, Mr. Reborn asked me to wait for you here."

However, the killer seemed to really believe it, or even if he didn't believe it, he was deterred, and even gave up the fight and ran away.

Arya was about to catch up when someone grabbed her sword.

To be precise, he grabbed the blade with skillful movements and tried his best to avoid the gleaming blade, but it seemed that he made a slight mistake in judgment and was cut with a small wound.

The girl turned her head in surprise, this guy is really strong, "What's the matter with you?"

Clark caught a glimpse of the blood on his hand. He was indeed quite curious about the opponent's weapon, but he didn't know how to speak. After all, it seemed strange to borrow or ask about it rashly.

"I actually..."

However, compared to the ferocious and crazy sword moves, and as the maker of a massacre scene, this little girl's temper is much better than expected, and she doesn't seem to be angry when interrupted like this, and she doesn't seem impatient.

"Also, you'd better let go of him right away, I mean, my sword," Arya sighed, "it might cause you—"

In the next second, the scrapped surveillance camera turned into blood-red eyeballs, and the eyeballs turned to stare at them. The erect pupils showed a fierce light, and the raised black and red meridians around them twisted and twisted, like countless sinful vines, crazily Extending downward, the walls on both sides and even the apartment building next to it vibrated silently, and the ground immediately split into layer cakes.

The deep night is rendered with a tragic scarlet, and this apocalyptic black and red tone has been spreading and extending, covering the nearby blocks in an instant. Even people who have never been here should be able to realize that this place is no longer here. It is the human world.

The time here is chaotic, the space is broken, many physical laws are invalid, and the dark forces converge to form Limbo Prison, which is full of visions that ordinary people cannot understand.

The demons on the border of hell smelled a different smell and howled excitedly.

"It's too late," the girl shook her head, "Welcome to Lingbo Prison, human."

Before he finished speaking, the concrete wall split into three intermittently connected ones on the side of the street lit up, and a line of large, shining white characters appeared between the intertwined black and red tentacles.

——"FUCK YOUSTRELLA"

Clark: "..."

Arya: "..."

The former said calmly, "Who is Estelia?"

The latter looked at him nonchalantly, "I don't know, I thought it was your middle name or something, by the way, what were you trying to say just now?"

Only then did Clark realize that he was still holding her sword, and he let go of his hand and retreated silently into the alley. However, in the next second, amidst a strange twisting sound, the frantically shaking walls on the left and right sides suddenly closed towards the middle— —

Arya: "...???!!!"

In the next second, the imagined bloody scene did not appear. Instead, the wall smashed into a pile of fragments, which fell into the void on both sides with a crash, and the ground was also crushed to pieces, collapsing all the way down.

The Kryptonian was still standing there, as if there was no void around him, "I want to say... I'm not human."

There is no concept of morning and night in Limbo, and the streets formed by projecting reality are so quiet that a needle falls can be heard, only the occasional roar from a distance.

The two were relatively silent, only the line of bright capital letters on the wall was still shining.

The black-haired girl waved her hand angrily.

If there is any substantial sharp sword energy piercing the air, flying away from the shining sword body, it hits the wall with the word F written on it.

After a loud bang, the section of the wall where the name was written was cut into two pieces, but it still stood firmly in place, as if mocking silently.

"Well," Arya shrugged, "it's not very common."

The other looked at her wordlessly and pointed to the ground.

Arya turned her head and found another line of pale, glaring characters on the smooth asphalt road.

—— "SUCK MY DICK"

Arya: "........."