[Comprehensive British and American] Bat's Grammy Girlfriend

Nyarlathotep didn't know about Hastur's departure until a while later, and he felt a little sorry about it, because the earth will soon put on a wonderful show.

He quit the small apartment. Coincidentally, the two gentlemen opposite him also checked out at the same time as him. The landlady seemed a little unhappy because of this. After all, the houses near Crime Lane are not so easy to rent out.

The same as when they came, Sherlock and Watson were still carrying the big box. Naia looked over and saw the half-Zerg hiding inside.

Let him think about it, the Shaggai Zerg... the zealots of Azathoth, unlike the ancients or the flying polyps, they are small in size, about the size of pigeons on earth.But also because of this, they can easily invade the brains of other creatures and control the mind of the host.

The last time I saw these little bugs was on their home planet, where the crouching chaos following the will of Azathoth descended, opened the gate of multi-dimensionality, and saved a small number of Shaggai Zerg.

Their home planet was destroyed by "judgment", just like Krypton.

Speaking of which, he doesn't seem to have seen the surviving Kryptonian again.

I wonder if this Kryptonian is afraid of kryptonite.Nyarlathotep searched his memory, and there seemed to be a lot of kryptonite buried on the earth.He was going to ask Luthor to look for it, and he had a hunch it would come in handy in future battles.

He met with Luther, and the other party just answered a phone call, and his expression was not very good: "Someone broke into the 'black door' in my appearance."

"Black Gate" is the code name they gave the construction site.

Naia was not surprised.The earth is a magical planet that always attracts the eyes of the old rulers, outer gods or intelligent races. There are the most indescribable things hidden on the earth, from the deepest seabed to the darkest underground, one after another Pandora's box is waiting to be opened.

"What's the loss?" he asked lazily.

"No, he left soon." Luther stroked his increasingly long hair irritably. For some reason, since the beginning of the "Black Gate Project", he has always been lingering in his heart. uneasy.

Is it true that in the deep and deep underground, as Naia said, there are more precious things buried under the Transantarctic Mountains?

"Have you found out the identity of that person?" Naia asked again.

"No," Luther forced himself to temporarily forget the uneasiness, "he disappeared out of nowhere as soon as he walked out."

"It's probably an old ruler, don't worry, he can't stop the instruments of the ancients..."

A lavender bubble floats in from the window, and the sun shines on it, making it shine like a diamond.Luther's eyes were fixed on it, fearing that this dreamlike thing would shatter in the next second.

Naia caught the hand he reached out to touch, and grabbed Bubbles in his hand: "Yog?"

"Nyarlathotep." The voice of the god made Luthor hallucinate that his ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Yog-Sothoth confronted his brotherly Nia: "You shouldn't be on Earth."

"Is Keshira suing you?"

"Yog-Sothoth knows all."

Naia snorted, obviously not paying attention to this: "Then you should know that nothing can stop me." His voice became indistinguishable from male and female, as distant as the echo in the depths of the universe: "No one can go against my promise. One of them, I am Primordial Chaos—the beginning of the universe."

"But Earth did it," Yog-Sothoth dismantled him mercilessly, "You have failed many times on this planet, even—"

"It should have been destroyed long ago." Nia squeezed the small purple bubble, but Yog's voice did not disappear: "You are becoming crazy, Nyarlathotep."

"Illusion. It's just because you have stayed in the ultimate abyss for too long, and the flute of the Chaos Royal Court interfered with your thoughts, so you can't even see through an old ruler." He used the Chaos Court's The Sleeper threatened the other party, "Maybe I should make them stop playing, and guess what the world will look like when Azathoth wakes up."

The scene around Naia distorted into a ripple-like dimension, "Then I will imprison you forever—Shabu must be happy to see that you killed many of her cubs."

"Just try." Naia restored the space to its original appearance, and a silver key fell on him and merged into his body.

"Huh—" Luther, who met the two outer gods, suddenly woke up from the chaos, and the clock hanging on the opposite side slipped past half an hour: "I just... fell asleep?"

"Yes, I put sleeping pills in your cup." Naia, who supported his forehead, gave him a malicious smile, "The lethal dose."

Before Luther could speak, he disappeared with the chair, and he was going to erase the silly key imprint on his head.

In the distance, Kexila glanced in the direction of the metropolis, feeling something about the sudden arrival of his great-grandfather on the earth.

"Meh." A goat that absolutely shouldn't appear on the streets of New York crossed the road, dodged pedestrians and vehicles nimbly, and gently rubbed against the little master's leg.

The little rope Alfred had attached to it trailed behind because the river and the mud got wet and dirty.

"Baa~~" It rubbed around Kexila, screaming extremely aggrieved, as if accusing the little master who had watched him grow up for abandoning him.

"Sartre," Keshira scratched its chin reassuringly, as if comforting an angry big cat: "My landlord doesn't allow animals." She tried to explain, but goats couldn't understand such complicated words, He just kept urging her to take him away.

Kexila was quickly defeated: "Well, if you behave yourself, maybe you won't be discovered by the landlord."

She removed Sartre's collar—the one with the Wayne logo—and threw the dirty string into the nearest trash can.

Just about to take it back to the apartment, Kexila suddenly remembered something: "Maybe you can do me a favor." She knelt down and leaned next to Sartre's ear, looking at Luthor's work and said something, the goat's eyes Bewilderment flashed, but she still made a very small "earthquake" according to her request.

Shabu Nicholas, the Supreme Mother Goddess, the Black Goat of the Forest, and the Goddess of Darkness and Plenty.Since her birth, she has had an inseparable connection with the earth. She has mastered all the spells related to life, and the earth is the cradle of life.Satyr is one of the cubs born directly from Shabu's blood, and it indirectly possesses some of the powers of the Supreme Mother, far superior to ordinary cubs transformed from other creatures.

People who felt the trembling of the ground ran out of the dangerous construction site one after another, and the people across the road watched them in surprise, and after they stepped out of the construction site, they also found that there was no earthquake in New York, only a small area was surrounded by a protective net The place is shaking.

"It's well done." Kexila touched its furry ears in praise, and left with the same honor and fame as everyone else.

When passing by the floor where the good neighbor lived, Sutter suddenly rushed towards the locked apartment door, and the horn as hard as steel was successfully stuck inside the door.Keshira pulled it out, leaving two obvious holes in the door.

"It's over, I don't have the money to pay for this." She took a deep breath, "It seems that I can only sell you to pay off the debt."

Sartre shook his head, and the dissatisfied cry was held in his throat by the little master: "Shh - you can't be discovered by others."

Keshira looked at the two big holes sadly, took two balls of wool from Sartre's body, and plugged them up like stealing a bell.

"Let me tell you first, this is not South Star or R'lyeh, nor Wayne Manor, no one will take care of you. So you have to—" Her voice stopped, after seeing the scene in her apartment .

Sutter pokes his head out from behind her and runs blithely when he sees Bruce.

There are many goats in the world, and there are also many black goats, but the one whose wool is as fluffy as clouds and has such dog legs, is probably the only one kept by Kexila.

"Mo, Ni, Ka, Miss, Miss?" Bruce teased, looking at Sartre, who betrayed his master without knowing it.

Kexila was about to suffocate, why did Bruce find this place?

"Kesila, please take care of me for a few days." She bit the bullet and argued, but her voice became lower and lower in the eyes of the other party's controlling everything, and in the end she could only break the can.

Peter came out of the kitchen with the thermal box, and was a little surprised when he saw her.

"Shouldn't you be going to work?" he said confused. "I was on my way to deliver your lunch."

Bruce stopped laughing, his "Batman personality" emerged during the day: "Why did you bring her food."

Peter didn't answer. Ever since he was bitten by a spider, he had a strong sense of distance from his relatives and friends.

He felt like he was no longer a member of humanity... It might be an exaggeration to say that, but it was what it was.The big spider that bit him for no reason also got attached to him, so he had to move out of his aunt's house and move here.

As for Kexila, Peter felt a long-lost kindness from her as soon as he entered the convenience store that day.He hid outside the window and watched her for a while, trying to make sure that she hadn't been bitten by a spider.

Although he was a little disappointed in the result, he still couldn't help getting close to her, and even asked for a key when repairing the door.

"I can help you cook..." He nervously held the key, took a deep breath, "Skipping breakfast is not good for your health." According to his observations, Kexila not only skipped breakfast, but also didn't even seem to have lunch. After eating, it seems like a plant that lives only on photosynthesis.

But he has another purpose, that is to borrow Keshira's kitchen.Because the big spider who called himself "Spider God" unceremoniously spread its silk all over every corner of the apartment, it was very troublesome for him to come in and out every day, let alone cooking.

"Why are you sitting here?" Peter couldn't think of a good reason, and asked Bruce instead.

As if waiting for his words, Bruce raised his chin victoriously, and announced in a loud voice: "Because I am her legal partner." He took out a beautifully shaped card from his jacket pocket, and said His words startled the eyes of the other two: "We are already married."

Even Sartre was stunned, the goat's mouth moved, trying to bite the marriage certificate.Bruce took it away, showed them triumphantly, and read the two names on it: "Mr. Bruce Wayne and Miss Keshila Wayne."