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Chapter 148 Sons of God

After a while.

The poor bishop lay on his back on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the dark sky, looking utterly bewildered.

In the blink of an eye, his entire Blood Cult squad was wiped out.

The three Gotham deacons who were supposed to be sacrifices were now dressed in armor, transformed into a bat with pointed ears, and a red-clad chatterbox whose movements were absurdly fast.

Only three people came, and all three of them were undercover agents.

This sparked a strange idea in the bishop's mind.

Could it be that there are no longer any of our own people in that godforsaken Gotham branch?

Perhaps the Blood Cult branch over there is full of spies from top to bottom, and these three are just spies they sent as representatives?

The entire battle took only a moment, and was basically handled by the Flash alone. Shen You figured that since they were just a bunch of henchmen and posed almost no threat, he took the opportunity to observe from the back and also recorded some of the Flash's speed data and energy radiation readings for future research.

Sure enough, it hadn't been long since I last saw Barry, and he seemed to have gotten even faster. His rate of increase was almost comparable to the leveling speed of my own Kryptonian, who was sunbathing like a god.

As expected, every single one of the Justice League members is a cheater.

Shen You was quietly observing and recording data in the back when he turned around and found that Old Bat was also observing from the side. Ultraman's gaze swept over and he found that Old Bat had a miniature display interface, just like the one in Mission Impossible, hidden on his retina, which was also scanning and recording the teleporting Barry.

Shen You: "."

Three people went out to team up, but only Barry was honestly doing the hard work and dealing damage at the front. His two teammates were scheming: one was planning to use his speed boost, and the other was gathering intelligence to figure out how to tilt him later. With only three people, two of them were busy writing and taking notes, each with their own agenda. Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a little sorry for Barry.

However, Barry didn't seem to notice anything amiss.

"Alright buddy, now I strongly suggest you tell us where you're causing trouble in Midtown."

The Flash, who had already changed into his gear as soon as the group started, leaned against the wall and said in a light voice.

"Otherwise, I'm not sure what my friend might do to you."

Suddenly feeling a bit insecure, I secretly glanced at the expressionless Batman.

"We're friends now, right?"

The bishop said coldly, "I don't know how you infiltrated our ranks or how you managed to deceive the mark given by the Lord. But if you think our faith is nothing more than this, then you are underestimating us."

Do what you want, but if you expect me to reveal even a single word…

"That's not necessary."

Batman crouched down and used a tool from his belt to scrape a small amount of dirt from the bishop's boots, sealing it into a transparent evidence bag.

"That's right, we can deduce where he's been by analyzing samples from the soles of his shoes!"

Barry, whose job is as an identification specialist, also had a quick and active mind, and his gaze swept over the other person's knee.

"Red brick dust. The red brick dust on his knees... I bet these fanatical believers definitely did a lot of kneeling and worship. The mud on the soles of his shoes can tell us where he went, and combined with the dust residue on his knees, we should be able to quickly eliminate places in Midtown that fit the criteria."

Batman nodded slightly, his expression still blank, but his gaze toward Barry seemed to hold a hint of approval.

However, just as the detectives and police officers were discussing forensic traces...

“The old church at 321 Marklaire Street,” Shen You suddenly interjected.

The two superheroes turned their gazes toward him.

Shen You shook the phone he had just hacked, which he had pulled out of the bishop's pocket: "No need for all that trouble, this guy has the meeting time and place all written in his phone's notes."

Batman x The Flash: "."

A moment later, the old church.

The desolate old church is surrounded by barren grass and abandoned cemeteries. The exterior bricks are mottled and moldy, the dark wooden doors are old and worn, and vines climb all over the metal door knockers, making it look particularly eerie in the moonlight.

The black-robed parishioners were scattered around the church, standing guard and ready to defend it.

"Thirteen goals."

"Crouching in the shadows, activate thermal imaging and quickly scan the church," Batman said in a deep voice.

"The attack plan is as follows. The Flash will attack from the left wing, and I..."

? ”

He stopped mid-sentence. But from that strange gaze, it was clear that what he wanted to say was, "Where is the Flash?"

The next moment, a streak of lightning flashed across the church. None of the thirteen believers had time to react before they were sprawled on the ground.

The golden lightning bolt flashed back. The Flash instantly reappeared in front of the two, swatting away the electricity from his body as he laughed, "All done."

He then shrank back under Batman's cold gaze.

"Uh, I have super speed, shouldn't I use it?"

"."

Inside the church.

All the windows were sealed, and the doors were locked. A heavy darkness enveloped the oppressive space, while a raging fire burned on the central circular altar, emitting foul-smelling smoke and casting distorted shadows.

The black-robed followers chanted incantations in hushed tones, as if an invisible, evil force was being guided within the confined space.

Suddenly, the roof shattered with a deafening explosion, and rocks tumbled down amidst the dust.

A jet-black bat glided through the smoke, delivering a flying kick that sent a cultist flying by the altar crashing into the wall. Batman crouched down, followed by a sweeping leg kick and an elbow strike to the face, instantly knocking one unconscious. He then rose and delivered a spinning kick, sending another flying.

Chaos erupted inside the church. Worshippers shouted and waved their hands, churning black energy materializing into sharp blades in their palms. Just as they were about to pounce, a bolt of lightning flashed in from outside, sending everyone sprawling and falling.

At the same time, the side glass shattered, and the red and silver mech flew in, firing a barrage of energy shots from both palms, instantly knocking several people away.

A high-ranking cultist roared, his arms spinning to create a vortex, unleashing a burst of magical energy that hurtled towards Shen You like a Kamehameha. However, Shen You remained completely still; the activated Ultra Barrier steadily absorbed the impact. Transparent ripples spread across the barrier, and with a casual sweep of Shen You's hand, the energy backlash erupted, instantly blasting away a large area of ​​the transparent ripples, shattering tables and chairs within the church.

Despite their slight magical enhancements, the cultists were utterly outmatched. In less than half a minute, the entire room full of cultists had collapsed and died.

"Ha, so in the end we still had to rely on our fists. Looks like this whole undercover operation is over," Barry said as he approached the altar. "What a shame, I was really looking forward to a new type of mission. You know, I haven't been in this business for very long."

"Cough cough."

The last remaining bishop coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and crawled with difficulty on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood in his wake.

The Flash raised an eyebrow: "Wow, this guy's willpower. I almost feel sorry for him."

Seemingly realizing that the situation was hopeless, the bishop finally stopped struggling, turned to the three of them and sneered: "Ahem. You must think you've won, right?"

Do you think the ceremony was stopped, and that we failed?

"Ha, you're too late. In fact, the ceremony was already completed long before you even entered."

Batman lifted him up in one swift motion.

"What did you do?"

"Hahaha, the reason we gathered here this time... cough cough is because we suddenly learned that this dimension... cough cough, this dimension has always had the bloodline of the great master."

And now, the time is approaching for the descent of that great son of the gods!

Upon hearing this, Shen You had already begun to vaguely realize something.

Okay, wait a minute.

Your great Lord is Sangoku, who says that the Lord's bloodline has always existed in this dimension, and the purpose of your ritual is to summon that Sangoku descendant.

The offspring of the three palaces in this dimension, wouldn't that be...?

boom!

An astonishing burst of magic erupted from the ritual altar, a surging and awe-inspiring power exploding outwards from that point. Batman and the Flash were both startled, immediately assuming fighting stances, instinctively sensing that such a powerful force usually indicated the arrival of some otherworldly demon, and that a deadly battle was inevitable.

However, things didn't go as they expected.

What appeared on that altar was a girl.

A girl wearing a hood and cape, with long legs in a school swimsuit, and a slightly dazed expression.

He was even holding a soup spoon in his hand?

The raven, holding a soup spoon in a gesture that resembled scooping soup, blinked its eyes twice, looking at the messy church in front of it with a blank expression.

The girl asked in confusion, "Uh, can someone tell me where this is?"

Chapter 149 Reunion after a long absence

At this moment, Raven seemed to have a head full of question marks.

One moment she was at HISHE Cafe in Gotham, going through her daily routine of learning from the old wizard. She thought she was there to learn magic, but instead, she ended up spending the entire night in the kitchen.

Busy washing and chopping vegetables, handing the old wizard salt and oil, and so on.

Although he respected his highly respected new mentor, Raven couldn't help but ask, "Uh, does this have anything to do with magic?"

“Of course!” the old wizard said matter-of-factly. “As a qualified wizard, potion-making is one of the essential courses. In many cases, magical potions play a crucial role, and you must keep that in mind.”

“But,” Raven hesitated, “this pot doesn’t contain medicine, does it?”

"Rome wasn't built in a day, and you have to take it one step at a time. You haven't even learned how to use fire yet, how can you start making medicine right away? This is to help you find your footing and learn to control the heat!" the old wizard said emphatically.

Raven wondered if modern wizards were so up-to-date that they used induction cookers for potion making? Would hot pot work then?

But I just thought about it to myself and didn't ask any more questions.

"Hand me the spoon," the old wizard gestured. "Taste it and see if it's salty enough."

"Oh well."

Raven obediently turned around, picking up a spoon as if to scoop some soup. Unexpectedly, at that moment, magic surged around her, a purple-black aura emanating from her. The girl, completely inexperienced in such a situation, was immediately sucked into the purple-black ripples.

The next moment, he appeared out of thin air and was already in the old church in Midtown, still holding that soup spoon in his hand.

Staring blankly at the people below the altar, the girl gradually became confused.

Where am I? What's going on? What are they trying to do?

Then the bishop knelt down and crawled over on his knees, falling to the ground in worship: "Great Daughter of God! You have finally come! Please punish these foolish people who dare to blaspheme the authority of the Lord!"

Raven: "?"