Xanadu, who has had his hips stretched out all his life, has gained strength this time!
When the golden light dissipated, Harry saw a golden energy ribbon connected between the ghost's chest and the crystal ball.
Obviously, Xanadu is using the crystal ball to extract the power of ghosts.
In a breath, the ghost's body shrunk from a hundred meters tall to a little over two meters taller than a normal person.
"Etrigan, help me smash that crystal ball!" He was paralyzed there unable to move, and could only yell with a ferocious face.
But Etrigan picked him up and ran away, opening the space door and escaping.
"Hey, where can the monster escape!" Harley shouted and rushed over quickly.
At the same time, he also called for Jebi, preparing to strike while the iron was hot, rob him while the fire was hot, and kill him while he was sick.
"Harley, come back! The ghost's weakness is only temporary, don't be killed." The stranger hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her.
In just such a delay, the ghost and Etrigan had disappeared without a trace.
The space fluctuations left by the space door also slowly became silent.
"What are you doing?" Harley frowned.
"We saved your life." Shandu held a crystal ball filled with golden energy, his eyebrows were dancing with joy, his chin was almost touching the sky.
Harry looked around. The magical people present were not from the Wizarding Council, but were heroes from the magical side, such as Raggedy Man, Deadman Boston, and Blue Devil.
There is also the "Little Faust" who left a deep impression on Harry the last time they met.
Finally, she turned her suspicious gaze to the stranger, "I'm very grateful that they can come, but it seems like you shouldn't do this, and you shouldn't bring them to delay me."
"Delaying your pursuit of death? If it weren't for the stranger, you would have been beaten to death by the ghost right now." Shandu said displeased.
Harley looked around and sighed: "This is not a place for long conversations. Come back to Gotham with me."
The stranger opened the space door, and the group came to Gotham, the front yard of Quinn Manor.
Then Harley opened her mouth and spit out a piece of golden light, and a group of superheroes fell in the golden light.
"What's going on? Why are you back?" Wonder Woman asked in confusion.
"Harry, look at Bateman, he has turned into a pile of salt mines."
Kyle poked the gray and white stone sculpture Da Chao on the cheek with his finger, then put it into his mouth and tasted it. It was salty.
"His soul is still there, and I can sense his mental fluctuations." Martian Manhunter said.
Harley put her hand on Da Chao's arm, opened the defensive force field, and silently used her divine power to enter Da Chao's body, looking for "ghost power" with magical responses.
"Kakakaka" Under the gaze of everyone, the traces of rocks on Dachao's body gradually faded away.
"The ghost has been fooled, why do we want to come back?" Wonder Woman asked again.
"What were you fooled?" Sage Aoqi asked curiously.
Harley looked at the stranger, "Do you know?"
"What do you know?" the stranger asked.
"Just outside the gate of hell, about 100 breaths away, there is an army of 200,000 angels ambushing them. They have already set up a formation, just waiting for me to introduce the ghosts into it." Harley said.
"Hiss, 200,000 angels!" Several magic heroes were startled at first, and then suddenly realized why Harley was not grateful to them.
"You pretended to be invincible before and got beaten on purpose? I saw the ghost shattering time and space with just one punch. Can you withstand 100 breaths?" Xanadu asked.
"Of course not. After 10 breaths, blood will bleed from the corner of my mouth. After 20 breaths, I can't help but scream out. After 30 breaths, I stumble and become unstable. After 40 breaths, I will threaten the ghost and say that I need to shout immediately.
Brother God; after 50 breaths, blood spurts out; after 60 breaths, my energy is weak; after 80 breaths, I explode my essence and blood, sprinting forward, struggling to my death; after 90 breaths, I will beg for mercy; after 100 breaths, I will
I want the ghost to call me mom!”
Shangdu's mouth was slightly open and his expression was dull.
The magic heroes around were stunned.
Even the superhero who knew Harley's rough plan still had his mouth twitching and all kinds of complaints in his heart.
Stranger said: "I didn't know you had an army of 200,000 angels ambushing you outside, and I didn't think they could threaten the ghosts.
According to your plan, I'm afraid there will be an extremely brutal war, with angels scattered like rain and ghosts safe and sound."
"You really don't know?" Harley asked, looking into his eyes.
"Why should I know?" The stranger looked at her calmly.
Harley didn't argue with him. The two were friends and he said he didn't know. It was best to just pretend that he really didn't know.
Otherwise, she would lose face, either he would lose face by lying, or she would lose more than losing face by maliciously speculating on her friend's kindness for no reason.
"The Angel Legion doesn't just charge and fight one tactic, they have hundreds of battle formations.
What I prepared this time was to trap the enemy and use the power of an army of 200,000 angels to slow down the ghost's mobility.
Then I cooperated with heroes such as Superman and Wonder Woman to break through his defense and cause fatal injuries to him," she explained.
The stranger was silent for a moment and asked: "Now that the ghost has escaped, what are you going to do?"
"The Voice of Heaven said that you are the 'answer' to this crisis." Harley glanced at the crystal ball in Xanadu's hand, "Reality seems to prove this. What is the origin of this crystal ball?"
"This is my crystal ball, a sacred relic of heaven inherited from the ancient ancestors." Xanadu said proudly.
"Why can this crystal ball absorb the power of ghosts?" Harley asked again.
"This" Shang Du looked at the stranger hesitantly, "You taught me that spell."
Harley gave her a look of disdain.
The Stranger said calmly: "Jim Corrigan is not the first ghost, but I guide each generation of ghosts back to their destiny."
The "ghosts" have been trapped since ancient times, and they are worthy of being God's black hand.
Harley felt a little aggrieved. She had only tricked Jim Corrigan. The Stranger had tricked dozens or even hundreds of ghosts to death. Why did the ghost hate her the most and not him?
The stranger didn't know what she was thinking, so he continued: "In ancient times, one of the ancestors whom I guided was the ancestor of Xanadu.
There is nothing special about Xanadu's spells and crystal balls, but by communicating with the ancestors' souls through the magic tools inherited from the ancestors, they can indirectly affect the 'spirit of revenge' in Lucifer Desire's body.
The power taken away from Lucifer's desire body is the part he cannot control."
Harry suddenly realized that the ghost would not die in the battle, but would leave his job.
After ending his career as a ghost, the ancestor of Xanadu, like Jim Corrigan, went to the "City of Sound" to become a Holy Spirit.
Now Xanadu summons the ghost of his ex to help out, so he can steal the "ghost power" of the fake Lucifer Desire.
"But this can only delay the pace of the ghost. Now that he cannot control this part of the ghost's power, it does not mean that he will not be able to do so in the future."
Stranger looked at the magic heroes around him, "From now on, Xanadu must always lock the power of the crystal ball with his mind, which is equivalent to fighting with Lucifer's desire for control of it. You must help her persist until the end."
"What can I do if I don't know magic?" Dead Man Boston asked.
"No magic power is needed, use your thoughts to tug of war with Lucifer's desire." Stranger said.
"Why bother? I'm an expert on divine power. Give me the crystal ball and you can all go home and rest." Harley said with a smile.
"I gave it to you, can I get it back again?" Stranger and Shangdu said in unison.
Harley said seriously: "With greater power comes greater responsibility.
Numerous facts have proved that the ghost cannot bear the responsibilities commensurate with its power. Taking away part of his power is a burden reduction for him, but it is a time bomb for the people of the universe.
As for any tasks Brother God wants to assign to Ghost in the future, you can leave them to me. I can replace Ghost, and I am not afraid of any dirty work, tiring work, or dark work!"
The stranger shook his head and said, "Speak to God about this. I have no independent opinion and I only follow His orders."
"Okay, put aside the ghost essence for now, how does God want you to deal with this matter?" Harley asked.
"This is my business and does not require God's order." The stranger said calmly: "First, we have to find the Spear of Destiny.
That is, the Spear of Longelus, a sinful weapon stained with the blood of the Holy Son.
Fight taboos with taboos.
Lucifer Desire can possess the spirit of vengeance, relying on the forbidden power produced by the burning of angel feathers by the flames of hell.
Only the more evil Spear of Destiny can cut off that power.
Secondly, a new ghost successor must be found. As long as the ghost returns, no one can take away his power.
Finally, rekindle the fires of hell.
The fire of hell uses sin, blasphemy, and corruption as fuel and is the engine of hell.
Now the earth is full of demons because the fire of hell has been extinguished by Lucifer's desire and hell has come to a standstill."
The answer "It turned out to be the Spear of Destiny" was somewhat beyond Harley's expectations.
"Where is the Spear of Destiny? Let's find it immediately." Da Chao said.
The stranger was silent for a while and said: "The last time I saw it was in Gotham, at the home of Dr. Terrence Surtain."
"What?" Harley yelled, "Surtain who lives in Central Park?"
Her first girlfriend in this life, Helen, was named Surtain, and her brother was Terence Surtain.
She and Terrence were also acquaintances in the early years when they were in high school and they met often. Later, because of the bad things about the Holy Advent Crusade, she had not contacted Terrence for more than ten years.
"Well, that's him."
Harley quickly remembered a trivial incident from back then: Surtain spent three million dollars to buy a piece of scrap metal, and Helen complained about it for a long time (ps).
"My dear, if Sertin really has the Spear of Destiny, I think I've seen it before."
"Since we are acquaintances, it will be easy." Da Chao said with a happy smile.
Harley looked at the stranger and asked: "The Spear of Destiny seems to be broken. Only the tip of the spear is left. It is about half a meter long and is stained with rust. It seems that it can be broken with a little force. Is that it?"
The stranger nodded slightly.
"Are you sure it still works?" Harley asked doubtfully.
The stranger was silent for a long time again, and said dullly: "I tried it myself, and was stabbed through the heart by a sword, and my soul was immediately shattered."
"When did it happen?" Harley asked in surprise.
"About five years ago." Stranger looked at her with dark eyes and asked quietly: "You haven't paid attention to Philip Stark's family for a long time, right?"
Philip Stark is the name on Mo Ke's "household register", and it is also his identity in modern human society.
Mr. Stark lives in Long Island, has a beautiful and virtuous wife, two lovely children, and a happy and happy family.
In the early years, Harley did pay attention to the Stark family and called their family several times.
"You said my reputation is too famous, so you asked me not to affect your private life." Harley said.
"They're dead."
"who?"
"My wife and children are all dead."
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(ps: The pit of the Spear of Destiny appeared in Chapter 11, and now it has finally been filled.)