Harley had already anticipated what would happen to Alex Gilbert's family.
The benefits and threats of the Ancient Imprisoning God Formation were so great that even she was afraid of them, let alone others?
When I let them go before, I guessed that they would not end well.
She also didn't allow them to end well.
Didn’t you come to the Forgotten Bar just to spread rumors?
But they didn't expect that they would be hit by a disaster that night.
"Who got the secret of the Ancient Imprisonment Formation?" Harley asked.
"I don't know, those grandmasters have all changed their makeup and aura." Demonic Scorpion said.
"All the magic masters of the earth?"
The Scorpion Demon nodded, "I can't identify the Grandmaster, but I am always the Demon Count. I can't even tell the difference between humans, demons, and alien creatures. Moreover, they all speak English."
"There are only a few grandmasters on earth. Can you guess their identities?" Harley asked.
"I don't dare to guess, but it turns out to be the Witch Grandma. If you ask, I will guess Mr. E and Taralak." The Scorpion Demon said in a message.
Harry smiled playfully and said: "They seem to be 'well-established people'..."
"So they cover their faces and hide their breath."
After telling the scorpion demon to get lost, Harley followed Bobo back to the bar, and was about to ask about the metallurgist of Senagon when she suddenly heard several alien mages not far away muttering about Superman.
"We must step up our actions to catch Superman before his soul completely dissipates."
"Which Superman?" Harley couldn't help but ask.
The alien mage, a big-headed doll with yellow toad skin, glanced at her and said timidly: "The last Kryptonian."
"Where are you going to catch his soul?" Harley asked again.
"To Limbo, near Earth."
"Why is his soul in Limbo?"
Master Datou groaned, as if he didn't want to say anything.
"Say it quickly." Harley glared at him.
The big-headed mage shrank and said in a trembling voice: "Witch, kill him. His soul is missing in heaven and can only be found in Limbo."
"Didn't you hear what I said before? I didn't kill Superman!" Harley said.
"Yes, Superman is your friend. You didn't kill him. He was killed by a gangster." Master Big Head said.
"What does it mean?" Harley pointed at the big head and asked Bobo behind the bar.
Bobo was confused: "Harry, you have a lot of money, so don't embarrass these soul catchers who are making hard money."
"Who is buying Superman's soul? How are you sure there is no Superman's soul in heaven?" Harley changed the question.
The big-headed mage hesitated and muttered a few words, then simply grabbed a few of his big-headed friends and ran away.
Only the angels in heaven are most sure whether Superman is in heaven or not. Uriel has been dismissed from all his duties and imprisoned in the Silver Tower, which is specially designed for angels to "close themselves up and reflect on their mistakes". He will not be able to come out for at least a hundred years.
But besides Uriel, who else is interested in Superman's soul?
Harley thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so she turned to Bobo and said, "Have you recruited any mage who can smelt N metal?"
"I have met several superpowers from the Arctic Galaxy, but they are not interested in the tedious 'blacksmith' work." Bobo said.
"Where are they?" Harley asked.
"What do you want to do?" Bobo asked warily.
"Interests can be cultivated. I will help them cultivate their interests." Harley said calmly.
Bobo smiled bitterly and said: "The Forgotten Bar is absolutely safe and reliable, so everyone can come in for fun and communication.
If I help you cheat a customer today, there will not be another customer in this store tomorrow."
Harry thought for a while and smiled: "The Seven Demons are Senagon's original belief. Some people still believe in them, but there are also sane people who hate them, right?"
Bobo nodded suddenly, "Do you want to recruit the Senagan people who oppose the Seven Demons as the 'Seven Demons' Nemesis'?"
"Is that okay?" Harley asked.
"You can try it."
...
Metropolis, Luther Group.
The CEO's dedicated elevator goes from the negative 15th floor to the top 34th floor.
"Ding dong!" As soon as the elevator door opened, Luther rushed to the secretary's desk in the office like a crazed wild boar and roared: "Mossy, connect me to Quinn Manor, now, right now!"
Moxi frowned and looked at BOSS. There was anger on his face that had never appeared before, almost out of control.
Then she saw following him, the balding middle-aged man in colorful robes she hated the most - the mage consultant hired by BOSS two months ago.
Miraculous magic, she has not seen yet.
But he stared hard at her face and looked at her chest with a lewd look that would appear every time they met.
This time is no exception.
Moxi resisted the nausea as if a toad had fallen on her chest and accompanied Luther into the president's office, and reminded him softly: "Boss, if you plan to talk to Miss Quinn, you'd better control your emotions first.
You can lose your temper with anyone, even the President, but not Miss Quinn.
From all angles, she is not someone who can be easily offended."
Luther glared at her coldly, but then he really started to take a deep breath.
After a while, Moxi saw that he had almost calmed down, so she helped him dial the phone.
"Luthor?"
"Harley, do you still remember your promise to me that you would never take action against Superman?" Luthor gritted his teeth.
"You remember wrongly, I have never said such a thing."
"After the Kryptonian invasion, when we discussed cooperation in researching Kryptonian weapons and power technology, you promised me that you would not interfere with any of my actions against Superman."
Luther's mouth seemed to be chewing a piece of iron, and every word was filled with the power of holding back.
"I've said this before, but you've recently developed robots and clones of Superman one after another, and you haven't shared these technologies with me? Moreover, I didn't stop you when you created Superman," Harley said.
"Biotechnology is not within the scope of cooperation."
"Cyborg Superman is also biotechnology?"
Luther hesitated for a moment and then said frankly: "You think he is a robot, but in fact he is a living person with mechanical skeleton and appearance.
In fact, you met him, Hank Henshaw."
"That Dr. Hank who studies mental information technology? He uploaded his consciousness into the mechanical body?" Harley said in surprise.
"That's him, but the technology of the Mechanical Superman goes far beyond consciousness uploading. Its evolutionary potential is greater than that of Superman. Give me two years and I can make it surpass the real Superman..."
Luther was complacent at first, but at the end, he couldn't help but became angry, "Harry, you ruined my plans and ideals!
You killed Superman, why did you kill Superman?
Or in a way that shatters his hypocritical ideals?”
"Uh, who did you listen to? I didn't kill Superman."
"Don't try to fool me. The supernatural world has spread. You used evil, cunning but exquisite methods to kill people and make Superman die in peace."
Luther was as excited as if he had failed to express his love to the goddess. He spent several years trying to improve himself to meet the goddess's requirements, only to find out halfway that a gangster used a 'lollipop' to gain the goddess's complete and total loss.
Harley said strangely: "Are you jealous?"
She heard it because the emotion in his tone was too obvious.
"I'm angry!" Luther said angrily.
Harry smiled happily and asked, "Aren't you a Muggle? Where did you get the news about the magical world?"
"Do you think I'm a fool? You've seen the wonders of magic and yet you turn a blind eye to it?"
"So? You probably don't have any magic talent."
"Humph, you just think that I have replaced sleep with meditation. One hour of meditation is equivalent to five hours of sleep. Sooner or later, I will be able to activate my magic power.
Now, I have money and can hire a magic engineer consultant. He can teach me magic and use magic to help me overcome scientific and technological problems. Naturally, he can help me find out about the trends in the magic world."
At the end of the sentence, Luther's words began to contain Shanxi's old vinegar, and you could smell the sour smell through the phone line. "I've heard about the big things you've done recently."
Demon Lord, Demon King, Hell, Heaven, Origin Wall, Cosmic Police... She is causing a sensation in the multiverse at every turn, and even the earth seems unable to restrain her.
Luthor would sometimes be stunned for a moment when he was tired from work: Is it too narrow-minded to keep focusing on Superman?
The outside world is so big and wonderful. Harley can stand on the waves and smile proudly. He is not inferior to her. Maybe he can do better?
"Actually, you really don't have to be jealous of me. Superman will always be yours, and I'm just his friend..." Harley's rare harmony, patience and meticulousness explained what she did that night and her intentions.
, said it all once.
"So, you can rest assured. I just gave Superman a small lesson, teaching him to understand the helplessness of reality and to know how to advance and retreat when doing things in the future."
After hearing this, Luther became even more excited and jealous, "Just because he made you unhappy once, you just do it..."
He couldn't speak any more.
Even he could hear the sourness and shock in his words.
But he still couldn't help but think - just because Superman made her unhappy once, she just casually used the "Flying Immortal" to kill people.
Superman had made him frustrated and hated countless times, but he still tried his best... At that time, he was still very proud of his method of dealing with Superman - full of skill and wisdom.
Now compare Harley's simplicity and efficiency, like an antelope hanging horns, uncanny craftsmanship, full of sinful artistic sense, and the effect is very good, killing Superman in one go.
What's even more outrageous is that she deliberately did not kill him, teaching Superman's soul a lesson in a condescending and triumphant manner, letting Superman see the pain that his 'stupidity' had brought to his loved ones... Mother Falk
, this is the highest state of his greatest pursuit in life (killing Superman and making Superman suffer)!
Things that he could never dream of doing in the past were easily accomplished in Harley's hands.
Obviously, that night was an unexpected incident, and Harry was not like him, who had prepared for several years in advance and worked hard to carve out a plan.
She adapts to circumstances and plays on the spot.
Luther felt a little out of breath, his chest was filled with unwillingness, jealousy and inexplicable anger, and was about to explode.
Then he shriveled up quickly again.
Depression is the best emotional fire extinguisher.
Let the excitement turn into deep depression and depression.
——Is he really inferior to Harley?
"Harry, why do you..." he hesitated, murmured, and considered, "why are your criminal talents so outstanding?"
Harley was a little confused and very dissatisfied. She said seriously: "Luthor, friends are friends, but if you talk nonsense and slander me out of thin air, I will still be angry."
"I didn't see the joke." Luthor said sadly: "I envy your criminal art against Superman and want to ask you for some experience."