The cement ceiling above the safe roof was not shattered.
Instead, like an oil painting soaked in water, it melts and tears apart on both sides!
A slender hand ignored the hundreds of thousands of miles of space and the four Hell Dimension crystal walls.
Following the crack, we probed directly into the underground safe house of London!
"You run pretty fast, Mr. Intermediary."
Chu Men's joking voice boomed in the safe house.
"I don't need the windbreaker anymore, isn't it cold London?"
Constantine The blood in his whole body froze instantly, and he rolled and crawled trying to rush out of the iron door.
But the big hand just sucked lightly.
Buzz!
The irresistible attraction Force Field directly locked Constantine's limbs and bones.
He was like a tin frog attracted by a magnet, with his feet off the ground.
I screamed and was grabbed by the collar of the back of my neck with that big hand!
"Zatanna! Save me!!"
Constantine desperately reached out to grab Zatanna's clothes.
"Let him go!!"
Zatanna's eyes were about to burst, he raised his wand and pointed at the big interdimensional hand and recited the strongest banishment counter-spell.
"! Retreat from the darkness and let the light sage"
Bang!
The counter-curse magic hit the platinum palm without even a splash.
Chu Men crossed the crack in space and flicked his finger in the direction of Zatanna.
Boom!
An invisible wave of air blew Zatanna and his wand away on the spot.
He hit the concrete wall hard, a mouthful of blood spurted on his chest, and he passed out on the spot.
Wow!
The big hand is withdrawn.
Constantine's eyes were dazzled as he was dragged back to Fourth Layer of Hell's Palace of Ten Thousand Demons from London underground.
It fell with a thud in front of Chu Men's leather shoes.
"Master God! I was wrong! I went back to get you a map!"
Constantine hugged Chu Men's trouser legs, and tears suddenly burst out of his nose.
"Do I need to draw Sealing Formation to get the map?"
Chu Men bent down and inserted the five fingers of his left hand into the void of Constantine's chest again.
He pulled out the remaining thick soul chain, which was engraved with the marks of Six-Winged Morning Star and three eyes.
"I thought about it just now. I don't feel comfortable letting an old bastard like you do things for me without signing a formal contract."
Chu Men's right hand is like a knife, and the platinum divine fire is matched with Strong Nuclear Force.
Directly in the void, the soul chains belonging to Lucifer and Trigon were melted into hot Dark Golden Molten Iron!
"Ahhh! My soul is getting ripe!"
Constantine screamed like a killing pig.
Chu Men's fingers quickly sketched in the molten iron, and the dark red [Spiritual Imprint] was directly forged into the core of the molten iron.
In just three seconds, a dark red metal contract flashed with Divine Temple Hexagram Radiance.
Completely formed deep in the soul of Constantine!
Chu Men clapped his hands and pressed the contract back to Constantine's chest:
"From today on, your body, soul, and reincarnation index in the next life will all belong to One God Temple."
"Open all year round, without social security, if you dare to miss work for even one second, your soul will automatically take a bath in Solar Core."
Constantine was lying on the ground, feeling the slightest thought of escape in his mind.
The dark red mark that would make him miserable has completely turned into a dead fish eye.
It's over.
I worked odd jobs for the devil for half my life, and finally became a contract worker for a sinister boss.
At the same time.
London Inside the underground safe house.
The space crack slowly closed.
Zatanna, whose mouth was full of blood, struggled to get up from the ground and stumbled to hold on to the crumbling Madame Xanadu.
"Madam... John has been captured... We must notify Bruce immediately and let him activate the thing in File Number Seven..."
Bang!
The blue crystal fortune-telling ball on the table suddenly exploded into a pile of broken glass.
Madame Xanadu's eyes shed two lines of dazzling blood and tears, and she stretched out her skinny and trembling fingers.
Pointing at the stars in the night sky exposed after the roof of the safety roof was torn apart, his voice shook uncontrollably.
"The stars are falling... They are lining up to kneel to that Tyrant..."
The hoarse cry of Madame Xanadu came from the loudspeaker.
With a hiss, the encrypted communication from the London underground safe house was completely interrupted.
Only the harsh busy tone echoed in the basement.
This is Backup Bunker Number Three beneath the abandoned mine in New Jersey.
Bruce is sitting on a modified alloy wheelchair, with a heavy Titanium Alloy fixed bracket on his left leg.
The oozing dark red blood stained most of the outer bandage.
He stretched out his right hand and turned off the communicator switch.
"Master, London can't be contacted over there."
Alfred came over with a steaming enamel cup, the gauze on his forehead was not yet removed, and his voice was hoarse.
"Miss Zatanna's magic beacon went out three seconds ago, and Mr. Constantine's vital signs disappeared directly from the earth dimension."
"He's not dead, he just changed his boss."
Bruce stared at the tactical main console made of twelve bulletproof screens in front of him, his voice cold and hard.
"Bring Lead Box Number Seven over here, Pennyworth."
"Master, are you sure you want to touch those things?"
Alfred stopped and the enamel cup in his hand shook.
"You personally made a rule before that unless human civilization reaches the last second of extinction, Krypton technology and black magic relics must not be mixed together."
"Now is the last second."
Bruce Turn the wheelchair and come to the hydraulic lifting platform on the right side of the main console.
"Conventional tactics, nuclear weapons, space-based weapons, sacred frequencies... I tried everything I could."
"The result? He smoothed Earth's Core in five seconds and pulled Gotham out of the seabed three thousand meters deep."
"Pennyworth, we are facing a monster that can modify physical constants at will. Without using taboos, we are not even qualified to be used as a toy for him."
Alfred sighed, put down the cup, and walked to the gene lock safe in the corner.
A thirty-two-digit password was entered.
Click.
The heavy lead door bounced open.
Alfred took out a black metal box covered with yellow seals, placed it on Control Console and opened it.
The inside of the box is covered with radiation-proof black velvet, and three things lie quietly:
Three dark golden metal fragments, which are the remains of Helmet of Nabu that collapsed before Doctor Fate Kent was enslaved;
A roll of King Solomon's Exorcism Scroll sewn with dried human skin, with black blood text flowing on the surface;
There is also a silver-white liquid metal ball the size of a fist that is constantly changing its geometric shape.
The backup center of Krypton's most advanced AI core "Jor-El" left behind by Fortress of Solitude.
"Plug me in the neural connector."
Bruce picked up a thick optical fiber data cable and pointed it directly at the tactical visor interface next to his temple.
"Master! Your brain was shocked in the old dock. Forcibly connecting to the Krypton supercomputer will burn out your brain stem!"
Alfred took a step forward and pressed the back of Bruce's hand.
"It's better to burn out your brain stem than to kneel in the square and shine the shoes of his statue."