I'm the villain in Gotham

Different from the ease felt by Constantine and Zatanna, the high priest felt a pure dark shadow oppressing himself, he was almost oppressed and could hardly stand, and a pair of inattentive golden pupils were reflected in his barely raised eyes.

The man in front of him was wearing a black mask, the jet-black horns on his forehead twisted and sharply spiraled upwards, and his pair of gold-like golden eyes all reminded him of a person who lives in Gotham and takes pleasure in human fear and despair. of dark legends.

What made him even more unbelievable was that the coercion that this man radiated from himself was able to stand up to the power of the true god that they had watered with blood and nourished with soul sacrifices on the altar for nearly a hundred years.If the altar hadn't resisted most of the pressure from him, the high priest was sure that under such pressure, let alone standing, he would even have difficulty breathing.

Damn.

He thought anxiously and angrily, why did this dark creature come to do bad things when it was so important to summon the true god?

Today's day is too important, the high priest absolutely can't, and dare not take any risks, a Constantine has already made him feel troublesome, let alone a more troublesome one after this... But the problem is, for no reason, he Why did you find this place?

The High Priest fixed his eyes on Batman who almost appeared with Erberist.

"Respect... Eberrist, my lord," the high priest said with difficulty resisting the pressure, and now he can no longer care about the prestige he has always maintained in the church, and lowered his posture under the gaze of all priests and cultists : "I don't know why you came to our sacred altar, but if your target is Batman, or those two magicians, I will be happy to help you."

Erberist raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect the high priest's thinking to be a little bit off.

His silence was misunderstood as acquiescence, and the high priest thought his proposal was feasible, and continued: "I can provide you with a special magic potion made by my teacher. With this, you can make anyone who drinks it fall into hell In the never-ending rape and mental torture, you can even control him to take out his own intestines..."

The high priest hadn't even uttered the next sentence to politely ask Eberister to leave, when suddenly, a terrifying oppressive force pressed down on his head, and the high priest's legs softened, and he knelt down on the ground with a bang.

How dare he say such--

Erberist squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth to hold back his anger.He restrained himself from turning his head to look at Batman, grinning in anger.

The high priest only heard him let out a soft, creepy laugh, his eyes were amazingly bright in the dark, and the golden color was filled with streamer-like fireworks: "You think I'm here for bats?" Hero? What a pity, I guessed wrong."

"I came because a certain believer once offended me. Although he is dead, it can't dispel my anger." He let out an extremely soft laugh from his throat: "Say, do I have to do it?" Something, so that people know that the price of offending me cannot be easily erased after one person dies. Huh?"

The high priest couldn't help trembling due to the deterrent force he exuded, gritted his teeth and said, "I can... I can find the family and friends of that believer and dedicate them to you."

"No," Erberist refused: "How can it be so simple?" He sneered, his voice was like a devil emerging from the river of blood in hell, and pronounced the sentence on the villains: "You are the price, your believers, this One church, they all cost."

"Understood, this is the consequence of offending me."

Hearing this, Constantine couldn't help but glance at Batman.

Constantine: Do you like this?It's too spicy, which one of you will be on top when it's time to make it?

Batman stared coldly at the High Priest without giving him the slightest bit of peripheral vision.

The high priest gritted his teeth, tried his best to raise his face, and looked at Erberist.The other party laughed, and turned his eyes to the trembling believers who were suppressed aside, his eyes were high above, like looking down on the ants in the ant nest, but there was a gentle smile in his tone, which made people feel even more chilling: "Let me see Look, who should be chosen as the first experiencer?"

Zatanna knew that it was impossible for Batman to allow Erberist to really kill those cultists, even if they were all unpardonable, they should be handed over to the law for trial.She desperately winked at Batman: It's already this time, why don't you hurry up and take care of it? !

As if Batman had received her signal, he suddenly yelled, but not at Erberist: "Be careful, he's using—"

Before the word "magic" was uttered, a cloud of black mist suddenly emerged from the palm of the high priest's hand on the ground, spreading to the entire ground except the altar in the blink of an eye, forming a pattern of a magic circle.

The next moment, the entire space vibrated violently, like a sudden earthquake without warning, Batman almost fell to the ground, and Erberist immediately used magic to help him stabilize his body.

Presumably in the light of Batman, Zatanna and Constantine got the same treatment.Konstantin showed an expression of disbelief at the black light that was supporting him, and then felt a slap on the head, and grinned in pain.

Along with the shaking came a cold and malicious aura. Suddenly, clumps of black tentacles soared into the sky, twisting and shaking their bodies, and fiercely pounced on Erberister and the others.

Erberist clenched his palm, and the black light that supported the three of Batman just now immediately transformed into a thin layer of black light film on the body, and the tentacles hit it, which could not damage this layer of protection in the slightest.

This magic is the cornerstone of maintaining the entire space, and it is also the source of the power and breath of the true god on the altar.For nearly a hundred years, it has been poured by believers with the blood of the purest and innocent sacrifices, and filled with pure white and flawless souls, becoming the last and most powerful guarantee to protect the altar.

The magic circle that has been cultivated for nearly a hundred years cannot be closed once it is opened. With the appearance of clusters of tentacles, the power contained in it is rapidly losing.At the same time, the overwhelming tentacles resisted the pressure released by Erberist. The high priest stood up from the ground, and shouted to the sweating priest who was finally freed from the threat of darkness: "Hurry up!" Hurry up and send a message to Priest Kit, and let him rush over with the believers and sacrifices immediately!"

At this time, he heard Erberist's soft laughter: "Oh, but I'm overthinking myself."

The high priest turned his head abruptly, and those golden eyes emerged clearly amidst the twisting of the tentacles.In the eyes of the high priest, the attack that could be regarded as a trump card was like a weed blocking the way for Erberist, and he waved it away with an understatement.The tentacles that were constantly cut off and turned into black mist and regenerated only slightly slowed down the speed of Eberister's progress. Those golden vertical pupils were like dazzling gems in the dark, but they brought the high priest and his astonishing power. deterrence.

Eberister sneered, and was in the tentacles, but the high priest felt that he had descended in front of him:

"—How long do you think you can stop me with these alone?"