Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 206 Professionals do professional things

Unexpectedly, when Constantine clutched his burned-out head in frustration and prepared to take Terry on the journey, Alan, the bartender who had been sitting firmly at the bar of the castle, actually offered to join them. Team.

Watching the waiter's uniform on the bartender turn into a dark suit as Alan walked across the wooden table like a ghost, Bai asked curiously about Alan's identity.

"Names are meaningless to immortals. I have used so many pseudonyms, identities, and races in my life. I have been using the name Alan for more than ten years, so just call me Alan."

It sounds like Alan has some sort of British accent.

Bai looked at Black with some confusion, and the latter also shrugged and said that he didn't know.

There are so many superheroes and villains in this world, and some very powerful characters are relatively unpopular because they have not appeared in mainstream media, not to mention that they are unwilling to tell their real names.

"A strange combination, a scum magician, an immortal of an unknown race, a fledgling Gotham criminal, and a kidnapped child."

Constantine heard Bai's complaint and looked at the brassy slime squatting next to Bai's knees like a clingy puppy with a sullen expression, with a slight doubt in his tone.

"It sounds like you didn't count yourself in."

"A child's body has no fighting power, and I don't want to be possessed by something and seize his consciousness. Alan's consciousness may not be weaker than that swordsman... It seems that we can't let him go."

After all, he still has a world of his own. Even if he can now avoid the aging problem caused by world rejection through astral projection magic, he can't always let his body be a vegetable in Marvel.

"Did the powerful swordsman just now have to pass through his body to descend?"

"Anyone's body will do, as long as it's near me."

Terry blinked maliciously.

The master of hypnosis could not help but tremble in his tone as he saw the strange combinations in front of him all staring at him.

"Well, can I not participate? Seriously, it's black magic or evil gods... but I'm just an ordinary person. What you are about to do sounds too dangerous."

Constantine immediately looked at Jason, and then immediately shook his head.

"You are buying and selling by force!"

Roger, who originally just made a tentative prayer, didn't expect that the other party would actually agree to let him go, and he was overjoyed and wanted to walk out.

In the end, the master hypnotist, who could not hypnotize anyone except the child Jason, returned to the team dejectedly.

Unexpectedly, Constantine reached out and touched his head covered with bald spots, and turned his face to look at Terry.

Terry Pickles shrugged and said it didn't matter whether Roger stayed or went.

Roger Hayden complained softly.

Bai pointed at Hei, then rolled his eyes and left Roger's body.

Alan immediately snapped his fingers, and the darkness throughout the castle became active as if it had turned into substance, sealing all the doors and windows with a clang.

"Of course, I can't follow you all the time, but when he needs to fight head-on, he can call me over."

Roger, who didn't dare to walk too fast, happened to be blocked at the door. He reached out and knocked on the substantial darkness. Hearing the crisp metal echo from inside, he stayed silent for a while with great difficulty.

When Bai's consciousness left, Roger Hayden, who had been suppressed in the depths of his consciousness, finally regained control of his body.

"Great, that means you have seen through our true nature."

Constantine responded calmly.

Terry took a look at this temporary team with great satisfaction. Jason also excitedly pulled Terry's sleeve and shook it carefully, asking in a low voice. "We're about to embark on a thrilling adventure, aren't we?"

"Of course, oh, I almost forgot about this little guy."

Terry stretched out his hand towards the guard slime, who jumped up and stuck to Terry's clothes, then integrated into Terry's clothes like melted ice and snow.

"Then where do we go?"

Constantine rolled his eyes fiercely when he heard Terry's question: "You are the initiator, you ask me?"

"Leave professional matters to professionals. When it comes to dealing with evil gods and their like, you are the expert."

He complimented Zha Kang casually, but the latter obviously didn't appreciate it, but he was still worried about his current appearance.

"It's really unimaginable that I have to look like this to find my girlfriend, Alan. Please excuse me."

Alan immediately waved his arm, and the rich darkness enveloped everyone, opening a secret method that could be teleported around the world with the help of shadows.

"To be precise, it's this guy's ex-girlfriend."

"Hey!"

Following Zha Kang's dissatisfied cry, the group of five people completely disappeared into the castle.

And the remaining corpses of demons all over the ground quietly dissipated in this dark land amidst the trembling and twisting of the entire castle.

The enchantment magic was also removed together, leaving only an empty wasteland in its place.

A moment later, a silent Bat fighter slowly lowered into the night sky. Batman, still wrapped in a bandage in his armor, looked at the abnormal readings from the instrument expressionlessly. Three seconds later, a suppressed curse was heard. out.

"I hate magic."

"Who says it isn't?"

Superman, who came to investigate with Batman, floated quietly next to the Bat-fighter, staring at the location of the dark castle before, feeling helpless as he clenched his fists.

"After all, neither of us are very good at magic. What should we do with your stolen 'dangerous items'?"

Superman glanced at the dark one-way fighter glass. When Batman was present, he preferred to leave all the mental parts to the other party.

There was silence in the fighter plane for a while before Batman's helpless voice came out.

"Inform Zatanna that she knows better about the dark magic world. Since the location has shown that she has left Gotham, I'm afraid I won't be able to follow up. In addition, send the message to those who have registered with the Justice League. Magician."

Batman started the fighter plane and turned back along the original route amid the low hum.

The Joker is still lurking in Gotham City, preparing to cause trouble, and Batman can't just leave that guy alone.

Superman really didn't expect that Batman would simply give up on tracking the Pixel Man's movements, and stared blankly in mid-air for a while in the direction in which the Bat-Fighter left.

"Okay, okay, who wants you to be rich? If a safe is lost in the apartment I rent, then I will never do it."

Then Superman began to slowly lift off, flying towards Metropolis.

"Professional matters have to be left to professional guys. Let me think about it, how many people in the league can talk to the magic world - Shazam? Wonder Woman? Detective Orangutan?"

(End of this chapter)