I'm the villain in Gotham

Although Batman has entered Erberist's safe house before and experienced the treatment of automatically opening the door and turning on the lights, it is clear that Constantine's mysterious house has shown him more of the magic of the magical world.

After following Constantine into the mysterious house, the door closed, and the plain scenery full of green grass and wild flowers outside the window suddenly disappeared.

"This is the Mystery Room," Constantine explained, sitting on the couch by the fire, beckoning Batman to sit down too, "it doesn't exist in the real world, and it can appear anywhere I want it to appear." .”

At this time, a purple-skinned woman suddenly appeared beside him, with two gauzes like elf wings behind her.

"Oh, hey, Black Orchid!" Konstantin was startled: "Please, can you walk through the door next time?"

Hei Lanhua tilted her head and raised her eyebrows, but did not speak.

Catching Batman's gaze, Constantine sighed and explained: "She is the house itself, equivalent to the soul of the mysterious house, you understand?"

Black Orchid nodded, and also looked at Batman: "You seem to have a lot of questions and confusion, and you are in urgent need of answers." She looked at Constantine again: "And he can help you."

"That's right." Konstantin clasped his hands together, and then slowly pulled them apart. With his movements, a golden and soft light appeared on the palms of his hands, and then turned into a bottle of whiskey, plus two glasses: "Okay, now We should get down to business."

As he spoke, he filled his glass with wine and drank it down: "I'm not going to ask what kind of grievances there are between you and Erberist, but I think you need to know this first, He is a very powerful magical creature, and ordinary magic items can't do anything to him."

"That's why I'm looking for a professional," Batman said.

"Because of this, all I can find for you is his weakness, which is specifically aimed at him alone, and can even kill him." Constantine said, "It's like kryptonite to Superman, even It's worse than that, because kryptonite isn't exactly dead to Superman."

Batman said, "And then."

"Then you remember to hide it well, because there is a high probability that Erberist will respond to that thing, which is similar to a strong sense of crisis, as if you subconsciously want to avoid it when you see a bullet, Because that could kill you, understand?" Constantine said, "Of course, the most important thing is, don't tell him I found you,

I don't want to provoke another enemy, that's why I've told you so much. "

Batman said, "Okay."

"That's fine." Constantine raised his hand and snapped his fingers.In an instant, a dark object with a strange shape appeared in his palm.It is surrounded by countless hideous ghosts, pulling each other, fighting and wrestling desperately, with arms raised high, trying to climb to the top.

Just looking at it makes Batman feel extremely uncomfortable.He frowned unconsciously and didn't speak.

But Constantine noticed his discomfort and said, "Do you feel the malice from above?"

Batman let out a "huh" from his throat.

"It's not surprising." Constantine said: "All the evil spirits above are real. They are sealed in this container, and the resentment in their bodies has been precipitated for thousands of years and condensed into the purest malice."

Batman asked: "Why use it to find Erberister's weakness?"

"Because malice is the energy closest to darkness," Constantine lazily explained, "it is the purest substance I can find to communicate with darkness, and of course it can also attract the purest darkness. If you haven't If you know it, the reason why Erberist can make the demons in Gotham flee automatically is because he is a crystal of darkness, even Lucifer, who is the Lord of Hell, cannot match it. This is equivalent to a kind of natural coercion , as much as the demons are afraid of Lucifer, they are as much afraid of Erberist."

This is the first time I've heard of these Batmen.

He pondered for a while, then asked, "Is darkness the aggregate of all negative energies?"

"You can say that, but it's not quite the same." Konstantin put one leg on the other, poured himself another glass of wine, and puffed at the same time: "It seems that the purest white light is actually all The sum of colored light is the same—if you haven't forgotten your high school physics lessons; darkness is also the sum of all malice."

Batman pointed out, "But you said there was a difference."

"The difference is that the essence of malice lies in arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, and sensuality, while darkness is just darkness. He doesn't favor any kind of emotion, do you understand? Darkness is darkness, It's pretty pure, without any bias."

To be honest, the concept is a bit of a mouthful, but Batman still understands what Constantine means: "You mean he wasn't originally a bad guy."

"It's okay to understand in this way." Constantine

Said: "But when he was born without bias, it doesn't mean that he still maintains the heart of a child-maybe he has become better, maybe he was tempted and depraved by the malice closest to him. Of course, as far as I am concerned, The latter is quite likely."

"After all," he shrugged, "that's the fucking world."

Batman doesn't say he agrees with Constantine, nor does he disagree.He skipped the subject directly: "Let's get started."

"Okay." Constantine drank the last bit of wine in the glass, held the strange magic prop in his hand, and began to chant the spell.The golden magic circle spread out under him, spinning slowly, and the magic props also began to emit black light. The hideous statue above seemed to come to life at this moment, twisting and screaming, and then turned into a black mist , gradually fades to a slightly lighter dark gray as it spreads outward.

Batman guessed that this was the malice that Constantine said just now, because it did not belong to pure darkness, so the color faded slightly.

The dark gray mist intertwined with the golden light of the magic circle, disturbing the air and turning it into a gust of wind, mixed with it and roaring upwards, and then circling around Constantine with the rhythm of Constantine's spell.

Constantine's windbreaker made a rattling sound, and Batman had already stood up, with the cloak spreading bat wings behind him, shaking with the wind.

After a while, the gray mist was completely absorbed by the magic item, and now the evil spirits on it had disappeared, the entire item was smooth, and a thin line of blue shimmer extended from it, passing through the wall and extending to the I don't know how far away in the darkness.

Batman asks, "Where does the line end at Erberister's weakness?"

This should be a very normal question, but Constantine gave him a very surprised look: "Can you see this line?"

Batman frowned: "I shouldn't see it?"

Constantine looked Batman up and down, with a strange expression on his face: "Xiao Zha actually said that you are just an ordinary person? It sounds like you have known her for a long time, but she has never found out?"

Batman asked, "Find what?"

"I found that your magic affinity is actually quite high." Constantine said: "Ordinary people can't see this, unless they have learned magic, or are like you."

This was an accidental discovery, but Batman didn't pay too much attention to it. He had no intention of further studying magic.

Constantine circled around him for a while, finally at

Batman remembered their purpose tonight in the disapproving stare, and raised his hand to open another golden teleportation magic circle: "Come on, let's see where this thing will lead us."

With that said, he raised his foot and stepped in.

Batman followed Constantine through the teleportation array, his eyes dazzled, and the scene in front of him changed again from Constantine's mysterious house.

After seeing the place in front of him clearly, Batman couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.

Constantine was still looking around: "Is this place a cave? Oh, there are a lot of bats on the head, hey, this is not your neighbor, is it?" Obviously he was very relaxed, and even made a joke.

Then, Alfred's voice came from beside him: "Master." The old butler happened to come in from the entrance of the Batcave, looked at Constantine and asked, "Did you bring friends?"

Constantine froze for a moment.

Then he quickly looked at Batman and said in shock, "This is your home?!"

Batman didn't have time to answer him. He looked at the magic props in Constantine's hand, and the blue thin line extended from it, all the way to his collection cabinet.

He walked over with a complicated face, stretched out his hand, and took out the rectangular box connected with the magic item.

Inside was lying quietly a dagger with intricate patterns and a pitch-black body.

It was a birthday present from Lotkea on the night he will never forget when he was eight years old.

……

Doctor Strange floated up the stairs.

In this chaotic and distorted space that connects countless parallel worlds and planes, the laws of physics have no effect. Sometimes Doctor Strange is too lazy to climb the stairs by himself, so he simply lets the Talisman Cloak do it for him.

When he came to the plane platform where Eberrist was, Eberister was sitting on a flying carpet that had sunken himself into a sofa shape and floated in mid-air, staring at the space barrier in front of him that connected to his own plane. , so focused that he didn't even notice the arrival of Doctor Strange.

This is not the first time, Doctor Strange is not surprised, but he still asked casually: "You haven't been back for a long time?"

It wasn't until Erberist realized his arrival that he looked back at him, thought for a while and said, "It wasn't too long, at least compared to my age, maybe it's just a blink of an eye. But..." He paused After a pause, he still said, "This is indeed the first time I've been away from her for so long."

"Don't talk about your age, Mister Dark," Doctor Strange joked: "Given that you spend most of your time sleeping, the time you really spend consciously may be

Not as long as I have lived. "

Before Erberist had time to entangle this issue with him, he suddenly frowned and sniffed: "What were you doing just now?" He showed a slightly weird expression: "You smell..."

"The stink of magic, right? I know." Doctor Strange stood beside him helplessly: "I just met a whole tribe of Soul Eaters."

Eberister knew what he was talking about. This kind of magical creature feeds on souls, a bit like scavengers in nature. Even the soul exudes a rotten stench. It is no wonder that even the Supreme Being is infected with this smell.He showed a somewhat sympathetic and funny expression: "It must not be a good experience."

"Ah, ah, what else?" Doctor Strange looked at him with dead fish eyes: "Then when I came back, I also encountered a gill swallowing leech, which almost swallowed me—if I didn't just remember to deal with it words of the spell."

"Quite an unlucky day." Erberister nodded lightly, expressing sympathy for Doctor Strange's encounter with an elegant gesture: "But if I remember correctly, these things are not common in the human world."

"Indeed." Doctor Strange said, "They got me so badly that I almost forgot to come back and change your medicine."

"Thank you for remembering me, doctor." Erberister smiled at him: "Maybe next time I don't have to bother you so much, I can do it myself."

But the potion was actually quite painful, Doctor Strange thought to himself, if it was him, he might not be so cruel to do it himself: "...it must not be a good experience." Finally he said.

Erberister was about to say something to show that he was used to it, but suddenly, his face froze, and all the words he was about to say were suppressed in his throat.

Doctor Strange's face suddenly became serious: "What's wrong with you?"

Erberist put his slender palms on his chest, with a slightly dazed expression: "I seemed to feel just now..." He paused, and said a little uncertainly: "I can't describe that feeling, but...it doesn't Not the good kind."

Doctor Strange said seriously: "Although under normal circumstances, when encountering such a situation, I would suggest you to solve it immediately." These people who are proficient in magic are completely different from ordinary people, and the sudden feeling almost represents an event. An ongoing event, even a prophecy, almost never fails for a magician of their level.

He frowned and looked at Ebe

Riester's soft belly covered in leather: "But your body doesn't allow you to do that."

Apparently Erberist himself knew the seriousness of the matter, and he frowned his pretty brows and thought for a while: "Doctor, how long will it take for my injury to heal?"

Doctor Strange said, "If you want to be safe, I'm afraid you'll have to wait another two weeks."

"No, I can't stay that long." Erberister pursed his lips: "As long as I can maintain my normal activities."

"Then at least two days."

"Okay," Erberist looked at Doctor Strange, "I'll stay here for two more days, and I'm going back to Gotham."

The author has something to say: It’s time for Longlong to return to Gotham, hehehe~

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