"You are right, there are some things that are difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, but life is only once and is the most precious thing.
There is nothing wrong with saving lives." Clark murmured.
Having said that, his tone was far less firm than before.
"This is exactly what I want to say to you, you only have one life, live it and cherish it." Harley pointed to the two women below who were crying on Superman's body, "They lost the most precious thing, but they didn't
People save them."
"Harry, I'm not dead yet." Clark said excitedly.
Harley sneered: "What if I am really the vicious and sinister person you say?
Your soul can be sold to hell for money. Your body of steel is the best material for corpse puppets. Before the corpse cools down, you can extract bone marrow and reproductive cells to clone another corpse.
What would you do if you didn't meet me today, but one of your enemies finally smoked from the ancestral grave, reached my level of thinking, and used the same method to make you die useless?
What about your old mother and lover?"
"For the sake of justice, I am not afraid of sacrifice." Clark whispered.
"This goes back to the previous topic, did you really sacrifice yourself for justice?
If you succeed tonight, I won't say anything and will directly force those people to let go due to your power.
The next day, I went to chase them again, because they summoned you, which made me lose face. I was angry and tortured them to death in more cruel ways. Is your behavior of trying to persuade them tonight meaningful?
Or, on the third day, I was once again targeted by the Witch Hunting Team. The son of the Array Master dedicated his father's God Prison Array to the Demon King, causing me to be captured and brutally killed. Does your behavior tonight count as aiding the evil?"
Clark's expression changed several times, and he finally fell silent.
Harley hasn't let him go yet, "Do you know what the worst outcome will be if you come to break up the fight tonight?"
"Isn't it miserable enough now?" he said with a wry smile.
"Of course it's not enough," Harley smiled cruelly, "If I were Alex's son, I wouldn't stab you to death at all.
Of course, I will stab you, but I will only hurt you, deliberately breaking down and crying after being exposed. While crying, I will tell you about the witch's cruelty and viciousness, and the fear of the witch in my heart.
Then, I will tell you about the situation of my family. Even if I am rescued by you tonight, the witch will definitely come to my door tomorrow. If you don't believe me, you can ask the witch.
The power of justice surges in your heart and your potential explodes. You rush over to detain the witch and make her promise not to 'kill innocent people indiscriminately' in the future. You seem to have done so.
It's a pity that the witch is not easy to mess with. You two will fight for thirty rounds.
When you brutally knock down the witch, I will go over to help you and pierce your heart with a knife. Then the corpse-picking witch will hold your dog's head and look up to the sky, laughing wildly.
Do you think this ending is terrible?"
Clark shuddered and said tremblingly: "It's not that, you and I are not that stupid. I can still judge whether a person is lying by his heartbeat and pulse."
When he said this, he didn't even believe it himself.
In fact, he had long distrusted the heartbeat method of judging the authenticity of words.
Because recently he has met too many serious liars.
Such as Harley.
"It's a pity that the boy is not good enough after all. If he really does as I say, I won't mind pretending to be dead and act out a play with him.
Then I'll let you suffer a bigger blow, and I'll be able to fight back in the last wave, which will make me feel great."
Harry smashed his mouth, his face full of regret.
"I just want to save people. Is there anything wrong with such a simple goal?" Clark said bitterly.
"There are so many people in the world who need to be saved, and you can't even save them all. Why are you here to stop me from taking revenge?"
There are many ways to die.
Whenever there are natural or man-made disasters, you can save them as you please. After saving people, all you will gain is gratitude.
You'd better avoid vendettas or group conflicts caused by interests.
There is no right or wrong. Once you get involved, it will no longer be black and white."
"I heard many cries for help, and I responded to the one with you first."
"Do you regret it now?" Harley asked curiously.
"If I say I don't regret it, will you not return my soul?" Clark asked.
Without saying a word, Holy Mother Harry slapped him directly on the head with a slap as big as a door panel.
Clark felt a white jade mountain suddenly pressing on his head, his consciousness blurred and he fainted.
This is not the material world. The Holy Mother's Aperture pulls the two souls into a "Madonna Realm" similar to the shadow world. The sacred laws in the Holy Mother's Seal are the projection of Limbo.
A virtual kingdom of God similar to the ‘Mother of God’.
Therefore, the Harley in front of Clark is not her true self. She has a Madonna's halo above her head and is ten meters tall. Her image, temperament, and clothing are also very different from her own.
The dimension of thinking seems to be nonsense for half an hour, but only a few breaths have passed in reality, and Martha and Lois are still crying sadly on the body of Superman.
"Don't cry. I was in heaven just now, and I met the Holy Mother and chatted for a few words. The Holy Mother was moved by Superman's spirit of not being afraid of being shattered into pieces, leaving only hope in the world, and decided to give him another chance."
"What chance?" Louise's eyes were filled with tears, and a lump of green snot crossed her lips and hung under her chin.
"Opportunity of resurrection! Just like the Son of Jesus, he returned from heaven to earth with the mission of redeeming mankind." Harley said seriously.
"Holy Mother, Resurrection?" Martha's eyes were red and swollen, and she looked confused.
Carlisle leaned close to Harry's ear and whispered: "Be careful of the influence, in case they spread it everywhere afterwards and let Silver City know that you used the name of the Virgin Mary and Jesus to deceive you, I'm afraid"
"Who did I lie to? It's the Holy Mother who wants to save Superman."
Harley pushed him away, walked directly to Superman's body, patted his pale and cold face twice, straightened his crooked head, then pressed his thumb between his eyebrows and said loudly: "Our Lady of God
Mary, please use the power of God to bring Superman back to those who love him.
Hail Mary, please teach Superman, teach him to be more cautious in the years to come, and to face every choice with more caution.
Superman, come back, return to the world with the blessings and teachings you received from the Holy Mother!"
Martha stopped crying and looked at Harry blankly.
Why did the majestic and upright ball-protecting hero in the past look like an unreliable goddess now?
Louise stopped crying. She frowned and thought. There seemed to be a hidden meaning in Harry's words. Could there be a hidden meaning behind Clark's death?
Father Carlisle covered his face with his left hand and couldn't bear to look directly.
Ivy watched it with great interest.
"" Silently, brilliant holy light suddenly exploded between Superman's eyebrows.
The holy light was strong but not dazzling, and everyone around could see a faint shadow falling in the holy light, overlapping with Superman's body on the stretcher.
At the same time, the bloody wound on Superman's chest also shimmered with golden light, and the wound healed visibly to the naked eye.
"Oh my god, God has appeared." Martha covered her mouth and exclaimed, looking happy.
"It's the Holy Mother." Harry reminded.
"Blessed Virgin Mary!" Martha followed her kindness and immediately made the sign of the cross on her chest with a devout look on her face.
"Uh," Superman groaned and weakly opened his eyes.
"Clark!?" Louise's face was full of unbelievable joy and anxiety.
"Lois, mom" Superman opened his eyes and spoke weakly.
"Our Lady of Mercy!" the two women prayed with their hands clasped together, tears streaming down their faces.
Harley smiled meaningfully at Superman, took Ivy and the priest, and said goodbye to the three of them.
"It's late at night, why don't Miss Quinn stay at the farm for one night?" Seeing her son come back to life, Martha finally regained some of her bearing as the hostess of the Kent farm.
"My spaceship is fast and I can return to Gotham in just a few breaths." Harley declined.
After the owl airship disappeared, Louise helped Chao back to the bedroom and asked in a low voice: "What happened tonight? I think there is something weird between you and Harley."
"How did she explain my death?" Clark asked.
"A magic gang called the Justice League sought revenge from another magic gang called the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood was defeated and called Superman. You advised the Justice League to let the Brotherhood go.
The Justice League blames you for being nosy, and issued a reward order. Whoever takes your head will get a promise from the Justice League.
The Brotherhood will take advantage of you and kill you with a kryptonite dagger in exchange for the Justice League's promise not to hunt them down again."
Lois stared at Clark and concluded: "It sounds incredible. The enemies this time are too cunning, but if they really do that, with your style, they will probably suffer a big loss."
"Harry didn't lie." Clark said with a bitter smile.
Louise frowned and said, "She just said that Our Lady is teaching you in heaven and telling you to face every choice carefully in the future."
"This" Clark nodded hesitantly, "I did see a guy who looked very much like the Virgin."
Louise solemnly said: "Clark, I think you should really adjust your behavior in the future.
It's not that you are not allowed to save people, but there are some things that are not so black and white, and you are not suitable to participate.
For example, a vendetta between gangs.
For example, friction and conflicts between countries”
Clark murmured: "Let me think about it carefully."
"Harry, didn't you redeem the Holy Healing Technique from the Voice of Heaven just now? The aura of kindness and compassion in the Holy Light is very unique, and it feels different from the Holy Healing Technique in the past."
In the living room of Quinn Manor, Carlisle said hesitantly.
"Your perception is so keen." Harry smiled and said, "That is the power of the Holy Mother."
Carlisle looked confused, "Our Lady is no longer in heaven."
"Have I told you before?" A milky white halo appeared on Harry's head, exuding a faint golden glow, "Zed gave me all the Holy Mother's 'Thousand Years of Taoism'."
"I know, but have you become the new Virgin?!" the priest yelled with a distorted face, "Jehovah, the beautiful concept of the Virgin is going to be ruined."
"The Holy Grail has been defiled, and the perfect image of the Virgin as the Virgin and Sinless One has long since disappeared.
Now let me change the character design to 'Mother of Fighting', 'Mother of Double Knives', 'Mother of Laser Guns', and 'Mother of Cowboy Bebop', I'm sure I can break into a new world." Harley said with a smile.
Carlisle subconsciously imagined in his mind that the statue of the Virgin Mary with a compassionate face in the church would be replaced by Harley looking carefree, holding a bloody killing stick in his hand, or a pair of knives, or a laser gun, or flying an alien spaceship.
He shivered and immediately stopped his reverie.
Those pictures were so beautiful that he didn't dare to think about them anymore.
"You fused the Holy Mother's Seal, won't Silver City pursue it?"
"I still want to hold Silver City accountable!" Harry said angrily: "The Virgin's faith is spread throughout the world, and a large amount of faith power gathers at all times. She is the largest taxpayer in heaven after the Holy Son.
But Silver City is too dark. It used to tax 99%, leaving only 0.2% of faith power for Zed, and now it has directly canceled my account in Silver City, leaving me with nothing."