American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

The golden seal script began to recombine, eventually transforming into a promissory note stamped with a large cinnabar seal.

【allow.】

However, if one does not accept what Heaven bestows, one will surely suffer the consequences; to seek complete happiness, one must bear heavy burdens.

Once you have pacified that despairing world soaked in red rain and redeemed the Dark Knight driven mad, I will use a vast amount of merit as a vessel to break through the dimensional barrier and deliver to you a true divine artifact.

The text flickered, and the last line of small print conveyed a sense of disappointment and frustration.

Before that, heed the wizard's words and temporarily restrain your restless mind with the power of order. Also, keep your eyes to yourself and stop drooling over that golden crown; it's a matter of courtesy.

As the last word faded away, the system interface returned to silence, leaving only Xiu En still in that gesture of extending his finger to bargain.

"cough."

Xiu En withdrew his hand, turned his head to the side and stared at the wall of the Tower of Destiny, which had nothing but stars, as if a flower had grown there.

He swallowed hard, trying to wipe away the lingering image of the delicious, juicy Naboo helmet from his retina.

Since the system has spoken, we have to give it face.

"That Mr. Fate, or the Doctor?"

Hugh still had his profile turned towards Kent Nelson.

He deliberately avoided looking above the neck, and his tone became very serious, somewhat like a primary school student who had just been scolded by his parents.

"I just asked my elders, and according to their instructions, we can begin to cooperate. Given that I am still in my early stages, which means I'm prone to hunger, for the sake of peace and friendship between us, I suggest we quickly carry out that ritual."

He pointed to his chest.

"I won't eat your hat. In exchange, you can turn down the golden fire here, at least so it doesn't keep trying to burn everything except this flowerpot."

Kent's all-white eyes beneath his mask captured that fleeting shift in the causal lines.

The originally violent and chaotic will of the otherworldly golden crow, which seemed to be devouring everything, was indeed calmed down at that moment by some more magnificent and profound power.

Although the light being still wanted to eat Naboo, at least his killing intent had now been transformed into a restraint of his appetite.

This is an acceptable start for the Lords of Order.

"A wise choice."

Doctor Fate slowly raised his hand, and countless golden crosses floating around him began to rotate, dividing the space inside the weightless tower into geometric shapes.

"This suppression is not permanent. It's like a dam, and each impact of the golden fire builds up pressure. When you decide to unleash it completely the next time, it will be a massive flood, and hopefully you'll be on the right battlefield then."

As Doctor Fate pressed his finger, the pure gold Anubis amulet that had been floating in the air transformed into a stream of light and imprinted itself on a leaf of the sunflower Ivy.

A ring of golden ripples spread out from Ivy as the center.

The intense heat that had distorted the surrounding air quickly subsided, and the golden veins flowing beneath Xiu En's skin gradually calmed down, restoring his normal skin color.

"Order does not trust you."

Doctor Fate's voice continued to echo.

"But order trusts life, and this talisman is connected to this plant. As long as she is here, your divinity will be anchored to the side of humanity. It is a lock, and the key is in her hands."

Ivy looked at the glowing symbols on the leaf, as if she had received a new toy, and shook the leaf twice with satisfaction.

"make a deal."

Xiu En still refused to look at the helmet and gave a thumbs up.

"cool!"

"Now, I'll take you where you need to go."

A ripple in the air, and the figure that had just left reappeared on the marble steps of the National Museum of Washington, D.C.

Unlike the oppressive heat of the previous days, the air around Xiu En this time was as cool as a morning after a rain.

He hopped over to Diana in a few strides, and without any hesitation, snatched a small brush, specially used for removing rust from bronze artifacts, from the restoration table that hadn't yet been put away. He then stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it noisily.

"See, I told you it was a minor issue."

Xiu En chewed on the brass brush bristles and pointed to the sunflower bonsai on his shoulder, which was proudly displaying its two leaves.

"That doctor in the golden bucket hat said that as long as this potted plant doesn't nod in agreement, I'm now a law-abiding, good citizen of Earth. My body temperature is 36.7 degrees Celsius, and my humanity is overflowing."

He grinned.

"So, am I now qualified to invite Wonder Woman to work part-time as a sanitation inspector on my turf?"

Diana narrowed her eyes slightly, quickly scanning his pupils and the potted plant.

There was no madness, no greedy divinity that wanted to use the world as fuel.

It seems that divinity is at least locked up in a cage for now.

The curse mark looks like the style of that watchdog from Egypt, which is the work of Doctor Fate.

Kent Nelson is definitely more reliable than anyone else in this regard.

"Your so-called solution is simply putting a rope around your own neck and then handing that rope to a potted plant?"

Diana shook her head helplessly and casually sealed the important artifacts on the restoration table into storage.

With a swift turn, her restorer's uniform was replaced by Amazonian red-gold armor in a burst of divine light, and the sword of Vulcan and the divine shield clashed together behind her.

"Fine, you're the patient, so you decide. Besides, it's been a long time since I've visited that city cursed by Ares or some madman. Let's go, lead the way."

She touched the ground with one foot and shot into the sky like an arrow.

Soon after, in the stratosphere, two thousand meters above the ground.

Gotham City was once again shrouded in a depressing shadow.

Although Xiu En's violent obsession with cleanliness a few hours earlier had indeed burned away that layer of lead cloud that had almost solidified over hundreds of years.

But during those few hours of dining and seeing the doctor...

The dark aura seeping from people's hearts?

Like mold, it stubbornly climbed back onto the city skyline.

Shuen hovered beside Diana, frowning as he looked at the large dinner plate at his feet, which had become somewhat murky again.

"Just like I said."

He flicked his fingers with some disgust, and a wisp of golden flame shot out from his fingertip, but it was lightly tapped by a leaf from Ivy when it came into contact with the black mist, and then retreated.

"No matter how much I wash it, this thing always grows back here. It's like there's a corpse buried underneath that hasn't been bathed for tens of thousands of years."

Diana's gaze pierced through the smoke and dust, looking directly into the very soul of the city.

In the demigod's vision, the blackness was not simply smoke, but a vicious curse with countless tentacles deeply rooted in the earth's veins.

"Your analogy is disgusting, but also very accurate."

Wonder Woman drew Vulcan's sword from behind her, pointing the tip downwards to several points that remained dark and indistinct even under direct sunlight.

"That is indeed a festering sore that is not quite dead yet. Your Twin Suns can only cleanse its skin, Shuen. This place will never be clean unless the poisonous blood inside is drained."

"I've spotted three places so far."

Diana's Lasso of Truth untied itself in mid-air, transforming into a golden stream of light that circled the three landmarks below.

"Firstly, underground, there was something there that wasn't completely burned, which became a springboard for something even more ancient. That's one of the sources of pollution."

"Secondly, in that black sea outside the port, the aura is that of stagnant water. Moreover, it's corrupted stagnant water, filled with resentment and curses; it's a gathering place for magical curses."

"The third one..."

Diana paused, then pointed her sword at the building that looked sinister and terrifying even in daylight, perched on an island on the edge of the city: Arkham Asylum.

"There's a door there that should never have been opened. What's leaking out from under that door is the root cause of the people here going insane one after another. Those madmen are nothing more than infected by this aura."

She sheathed her sword, crossed her arms, and looked at the bald man who was already drooling; he was clearly very hungry.

"This is what doctors are supposed to do, kid. Do you want to simply burn it all down, or do you want to pull out these nails one by one?"