"Half-zombification, do you want to transform me into a zombie?" Luther was stunned, and immediately refused: "No, no! Zombies have no brains and low intelligence. The last thing I can't lose is the most intelligent brain in the universe. "
"If it were an ordinary zombie, why should I bother with you? Just throw your body into hell and let it dry for two days. It will naturally become a zombie with dull movements and dried brains."
Luther said: "I just want to ask, how much intelligence can your zombie retain?"
"At least 110%." Harley said firmly.
"Why did it increase?" Luther asked in surprise.
"Otherwise, how can I show my superb skills?"
Luther was a little moved.
As long as his IQ and memory are there, even if his body withers and decays, he can barely endure it despite his helplessness.
"Can you explain the principle?" he asked.
"Have you ever heard of the legend of vampires?"
Luther said: "Vampires are not a legend, there are real vampires in this world.
They often disguise themselves as humans and hunt for food at night in metropolitan areas.
I even received an order from the Pentagon to develop "silver poison bullets" against vampires for agents of the Bureau of Shadows.
It is not a simple silver bullet, but ionized silver, combined with a special organic compound, which can release——"
"Okay, I'm not asking about 'legendary vampires', but about vampire legends and where vampires came from."
"Well, the ancestor of vampires is Cain. Because he killed his brother Abel, he was cursed by God and became a monster abandoned by the light. Is it possible that you want to transform me into a vampire?" Luther became entangled again, "Harry, you You know me, and I shoulder the responsibility of establishing a true hope for mankind."
The corner of Harley's mouth twitched, and when she was about to speak, Lena next to her spoke first to persuade him: "Luthor, if you really can't do it anymore, it would be good to become a vampire. Not only will you gain the super power of immortality, but you will also become handsome and handsome."
"If I am willing, it is not difficult to achieve longevity through genetic modification. Moreover, I have a perfect appearance and do not need to decorate my appearance with the feminine temperament of a vampire." Luther said proudly.
Harry glanced at the coffin board, as if he could see the pale, bald head inside through the board.
"You can refuse the appearance bonus brought by vampire blood, but you have no need and no confidence to emphasize that you are handsome and perfect," she curled her lips.
Next to her, Lina nodded with approval, "Luthor, even if you are my brother, I have to say that you are very mediocre."
"I have been elected twice in a row as the American man who has been fantasized about the most by women across the country." Luther said seriously.
Harry thought about it for a moment and discovered that Bruce and Selina had been married for more than a year.
Since his marriage, Bruce has left various "high-quality male lists", and the top spot has been replaced by Luther and Oliver Queen.
"All they think about is your money." Lina complained mercilessly.
Luther ignored his "unsighted" sister and only shouted to Harley: "Whether it's a vampire or a zombie, I don't want to be a vampire. To me, human identity represents an extraordinary meaning."
"I gave the example of a vampire just to make it easier for you to understand. Cain killed his brother and violated God's teachings. God used his divine power to curse Cain, and Cain became the ancestor of vampires."
A slight look of excitement flashed across Harley's face.
This expression appeared on Luther countless times: when he faced the experimental materials he was interested in and was about to start a new experiment.
It's a pity that he was lying in the coffin and saw nothing.
"You have never been able to believe in me devoutly, and you are unable to self-sufficiently provide the power of faith to purify your soul and body. If I curse you with my sacred power, what will you become?"
"Uh, is this the theory of 'semi-zombification'?"
Luther considered himself extremely smart, with wild ideas, and a "mortal" with an IQ lower than 210 was not qualified to talk to him, but this time he found that he could not keep up with Harley's rhythm.
Her imagination is incredible.
First there is the "death treatment method", which even mental patients with "infinitely broad ideas" can't think of; then there is the "self-sufficient faith restoration method", which is okay, although it is subtle, it is easier to understand; and finally there is this "half-zombie resurrection"
"Technology", he felt that carbon-based life forms with brains should not distort their thinking in this direction.
“God’s blessing is God’s power, and God’s curse is still God’s power. Cain’s sixfold retribution is famous throughout the world, and that is the manifestation of God’s power.
My divine blessing has the special effect of purifying the evil forces of the Three Palaces and the mark of hell, and my curse can also repel 'alien energy'.
Since you can't get my blessing, let me impose a curse on you, and the effect will be almost the same.
More importantly, we are friends and we can discuss the content of the curse. Or, how do you think I should curse you? You choose the effect."
Although this idea should not appear on carbon-based life, Luther had to admit that as long as he thought carefully along her train of thought, it seemed to make sense.
"How about you curse me for being too smart and being hated by everyone in the world? Or, being too handsome and perfect, being bothered by countless women and having no time to do experiments?" Luther asked tentatively.
Lina's face twitched. If this is considered a curse, please give her a beating.
"You have such a beautiful idea!" Harley said angrily: "Being extremely smart and having perfect looks are blessings, not curses."
"But I really feel that being too handsome is not a good thing. Every time I attend a banquet, a group of women come around, leaving me with no chance to have meaningful conversations with really important people." Luther said seriously.
"What bothers you is not your appearance, but your money. If you issue a statement that all the Luther family's property belongs to Lena, and you only get a monthly salary of 3,000 US dollars, look at who else is surrounding you."
"You just said that I can choose the content of the curse myself." Luther said.
"You can choose whatever you want, but the range of choices is limited to curses." Harley explained: "The curse of the gods involves the 'curse law', and the rules of the universe have clearly defined curses as negative and not good.
Violating this basic principle is not a curse and cannot trigger the Curse Law of the Multiverse.
Just like you want to go to jail now, I tell you, you can choose any criminal law to violate, and then you can achieve the purpose of going to jail. The choice is yours.
As a result, you went to help others and complained that the choice was clearly yours, so why didn’t the police arrest you and send you to jail?”
Now Luther understood and asked: "What are the common curses?"
"The direct one, a certain part of the body is missing, the romantic one, refer to Sleeping Beauty. The cruel one, like Cain, who falls into darkness forever and suffers endless pain every moment."
"After being cursed, will I turn into a zombie?" Luther asked again.
"Half-zombification is just a metaphor. In fact, this is my first time playing 'Curse of the Gods', so I'm not familiar with it. I don't know whether you will become a Westerner's Vampire Cain or an Easterner's Zombie General, but I'm sure
, you will undergo some kind of mutation, and you will still be the first ancestor."
"The side effects are huge, and the specific risks are unknown, so it's better to use the 'Self-Sufficient Faith Restoration Method'." Luther murmured.
"I suggested that you believe in me from the beginning, but the problem is that you can't do it."
Luther tempted: "How about you directly give me divine power and let me become your divine scroller."
Harry's face turned cold and he said calmly: "I've made it very clear, I can be friends with villains, but I can't accept villains as scroll holders.
It's about the way of God.
You are now staying in a church dedicated to the ‘God of War in Heaven’. Don’t you know the significance of the existence of this kind of church?
If the public knows that the most powerful villain on earth can also represent the ‘Heavenly God of War’, how can they provide pure and positive faith to the statue of the god?
If the God of War in heaven becomes an evil god, how can he go to heaven and become a young king?"
Lina smiled and broke the embarrassment and said: "How about, Luther, just like Sleeping Beauty, you fall into a deep sleep, waiting for the kiss of true love to wake you up.
It's romantic, the price is small, but in the end you can gain true love and make a lot of money."
"What if I never meet true love in my life?" Luther asked.
"Uh, not really."
How pitiful would that be?!
"Having lived for more than 40 years, I have never known what true love is. I couldn't find it when I was young, and it becomes even more elusive as I get older.
Don't talk about me, if it were Sleeping Beauty herself who fell into a deep sleep at the age of forty, let's see if she can meet Prince Charming." Luther said.
Lina imagined what a forty-year-old sleeping beauty would look like. A fat American woman lay down on the bed. The bed board creaked, greasy sweat leaked from her face and neck, and the sound of "snoring snoring" sounded between her breaths. A woman with an affectionate face
The handsome prince bent down and touched the aunt with his mouth
She shivered and suddenly felt bad. Her thoughts were poisoned and she could not go back.
Luther also fell into deep thought. In fact, self-sufficient faith therapy also has a side effect - becoming Harley's believer.
This was something he couldn't bear and couldn't do.
Compared to being her devout believer, he would rather have one missing part of his body, even the most critical one.
"Harry, you curse me to never find true love." Luther gritted his teeth.
"Ah!" Lina exclaimed. Her brother is so cruel. Although true love is elusive, it would be too cruel to give up completely, right?
"OK, I will never meet true love, are you sure?"
"Are you sure, what should I do?" Luther asked.
"Wait a minute." Harley took out her cell phone and dialed Dr. Destiny's number, "Hey, Kent, can you come over and do me a little favor? Naboo is being resurrected, and you can't leave? Okay,
I'll find someone else."
"Hey, Shazam, are you dead? Have you been resurrected, so quickly? Then please come over, I owe you a small favor this time."
Harley put away her phone and smiled at Lina, "You take a few steps back and stay away from me."
She herself walked five meters away from Luther's coffin.
"shazam!"
"Boom~~Kacha~~" As she shouted, a bolt of thunder crashed on the ground in front of her, blasting a hole half a meter deep on the marble floor and sending gravel flying everywhere.
The lightning disappeared, and an old black man with chicken skin and white hair appeared on the spot, wielding a lightning scepter.
"Shazam?!" Lena exclaimed.
The old man looked back at her.
Lina seemed to see two silver thunderbolts crashing towards her, then her eyes stung, her head felt stuffy, and she almost fainted.
Just when she was staggering and about to fall to the ground, Harley glanced at her.
"Buzzing!" A circle of golden light film surrounded her, and there was a line of large characters on the gold film: Safe as a rock, exorcise evil spirits and avoid evil spirits.
Lina immediately felt her body light up and her heavy burden was lifted away.
"Why did you summon me in front of mortals? We gods should avoid appearing in front of people, don't you know?" Old Shazam complained to Harley.
Harley raised her chin towards Lena, "She is an ordinary mortal, not a superhero yet. She doesn't pay much attention to the gossip of heroes. She immediately exposed your identity after meeting you. Why are you pretending to be mysterious?"
"She knows my identity because I am famous and well-known." Old Shazam said proudly.
Then, he mentally transmitted the message and said: "The more this happens, the more you have to be low-key and mysterious. If you act like a mortal, mortals will treat you as a mortal. If you only have miracles and no trace of gods, mortals will be more in awe of you."
you."
"Stop talking nonsense, I really have something to do with you." Harley walked to Luther's coffin, turned her right hand over, and took out a thick ancient book from the "Seal of the God of War."
"Take a look for me to see if I've got the spell wrong."
"The Book of Magdalene?" Old Shazam glanced at the cover and frowned: "This kind of black magic book should have no meaning to you now, right?"
"I want to use it to save people."
"Are you sure you want to use this book to save people?" Old Shazam had a strange expression.
"Okay, I'm going to use the 'god curse' in the book, and I'm going to curse Lex Luthor."
Then, Harley briefly explained her plan.
As expected, old Shazam was so shocked that he almost couldn't hold the scepter.
"You are indeed a madman, 'Crazy Harley'! I have lived for tens of thousands of years, and I have never seen such a crooked way to save people."
“What’s wrong with my approach?”
Old Shazam shook his head and said: "If there are obvious loopholes, it only means you are stupid.
Now I can’t find any problem, so I’m calling you crazy.”
Then he said with emotion: "In the early years, when the magic world thought that you and John Constantine had the potential to be ranked as the 'top figures of the young generation' alongside Nick and Zatanna, I thought you were not worthy.
But now, ten years later, I have discovered that those who really lag behind in the realm of magic are the two geniuses who first became famous in the magic world.
Although your idea is crazy, magic is inherently crazy and disorderly.
What truly represents the level and potential of a magician is not the depth of magic power or the reserve of knowledge, which can all be accumulated over time.
The unconstrained thoughts and the ability to turn ideas into reality better reflect the mage's magical attainments."
"Thank you for your compliment, but now let's see, is there something wrong with my curse circle? It's my first time to use a divine curse in my life, and I feel unsure."
While old Shazam was speaking, Harley had already quickly drawn a set of pentagram circles based on the book, centered on Luther's coffin.
"Well, here, here." Old Shazam narrowed his eyes and pointed at the magic circle a few times. The patterns and runes immediately twisted a few times as if they were alive, "It's almost done now."
"Wait a minute!" Luther shouted, "Harley, do you treat me as a guinea pig? You didn't even understand divine curses before, and you still had to ask people for advice while reading a book?"
"Shut up, you, a mortal, have no right to speak here?!" Old Shazam shouted.
Harley smiled and comforted him and said, "Look, this is the most powerful wizard in the multiverse, the Supreme King Shazam."
Old Shazam's face was dark and slightly red, and his expression was twitchy.
"With her guidance by my side, even if I am a novice, I can still succeed 100%. I swear on the throne of Shazam." Harley said seriously.
Luther felt relieved a little.
Old Shazam's face turned black. Why did he swear on her status? What if he misses?