American comics: I became a god at the beginning, I chose to practice both science and magic

"what do I need to do?"

Dane thought about it and suddenly remembered something.

"How much do you know about ancient Aztec mythology?"

"A little, but not much."

Although Diana works in a history museum, she knows most about Greek culture and knows very little about America.

"But I heard that the Aztec gods are dead."

Dane's expression was intriguing. "Not entirely. At least in this city, there's still a god lingering on."

Most gods in Aztec mythology like to make living sacrifices, which is no different from evil gods.

In order to obtain enough sacrifices to offer to the gods, the Aztecs would launch "Crown Wars" against surrounding cities to capture captives for sacrifice.

Such a disgusting civilization naturally died out quickly, and the gods who loved human sacrifices also disappeared due to lack of faith.

But only one God survives to this day, and He is hiding in Los Angeles, waiting to make a comeback.

He is the ancient Aztec god of death - Mictlantecuhtli.

He now lives in the underground space of a pork slaughterhouse, surviving by absorbing the energy of dead animals.

But even so, Miktrantercutley still has a certain power.

In the original plot, he even killed five demons independently. Although he was seriously injured, he was still considered to be very powerful.

Dane has always wanted to create a magical artifact of his own.

But although he had the materials to create the artifact, he still lacked one crucial thing - godhood.

The divine nature can bless the artifact and give it the same power as the law.

Wonder Woman's power shield is such a magical weapon. As long as the shield is not damaged, the person behind the shield will not be injured.

It's no use shooting her in the foot.

But now Dane may have a chance to obtain godhood, the godhood of death, and he wants it!

For the sake of justice, even the god of death must die!

Chapter 040: This is called transparency

"Are you sure that 'God' stays in a place like this?"

Diana looked at the frozen pork neatly arranged in the slaughterhouse and covered her nose with some discomfort.

This place smells terrible too.

She thought that even when Ares was at his lowest point, he would never stay in such a shabby place.

"Mictlante Kutli is a god of death and needs death energy to sustain himself."

Dane threw out a ball of light, causing it to automatically follow the two of them and provide illumination.

"Logically speaking, the place he should be is actually the primitive witch tribe."

Dead air is not just about having a dead body, but can only be produced in the complete process from birth to death.

In other words, worshiping this god of death requires an act of murder, whether subjective or objective.

"But the pure Aztecs have basically died out."

"There are no believers in this land now, and He cannot rely on the living sacrifices of believers to restore His strength."

"Only in places like this can we obtain some insignificant dead energy to maintain the minimum vitality."

Killing pigs in a slaughterhouse is a clear act of murder, but it also represents the complete process of life from birth to death, satisfying the sacrificial ritual of the god of death.

But the dead air produced by humans is naturally different from that produced by animals. It is like people who used to eat a lot of fish and meat can only survive by drinking porridge now.

This Grim Reaper is probably the weakest he has ever been.

Dane sensed the place where the deathly aura was the strongest, then stood there and looked at Diana.

"I'm not very good with the dark arts, so I'll just have to barge in and start fighting."

Diana showed a dashing smile: "Exactly what I want!"

Dane smiled and muttered:

"Mictlantecutli, god of the dead, the gate to the spirit world, and the beginning of death, open your gate here."

No matter how miserable Mictlantecutli is, he is still a god of death, and his residence is hidden in the void between life and death.

Just like the Eternal Rock is hidden in a dimension beyond time and space, outsiders cannot enter without the owner's consent.

Generally speaking, when things have gotten to this point, the other party should be more cautious.

But the Aztec gods had little experience facing foreign enemies except in civil wars.

So much so that when the god of death, Mictlantcutli, heard Dane's spell, his first thought was to blame him for not offering sacrifices.

Then Dane and Diana discovered that a strange magic circle suddenly lit up under their feet.

It was the angry god of death calling them.

He seemed to regard them as the few surviving believers.

Dane and Diana looked at each other, both feeling a little amused. This god didn't seem to be very smart.

"What should I do?" Diana was already wearing the artifact.

Dane said simply: "Let's go down and chop Him down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic circle cracked like tofu dregs.

The floor tiles also cracked, revealing a dark pit that led directly to the ground.

They failed to resist the pull of gravity and fell directly into the abyss.

Soon, they saw a dim light below.

Both men had good eyesight and they saw the pile of animal carcasses just below them.

Dane took Diana's hand and flew him over the pile of corpses.

There are no clouds or lightning for her to catch here, so it would be inconvenient for her to fly.

"The smell in here is even worse than up there!"

Diana covered her nose, her delicate face almost wrinkled into a ball.

The corpses have been here for some time.

Although it will not rot, the smell of blood is so strong that it cannot be dissipated and is very pungent.

If Superman were here, he would have fallen down and been knocked unconscious by the smoke.

Dane observed the place and found that it was a place similar to an altar.

The animal carcasses placed in the center are the sacrifices.

"How did you find me?"

In the dark vision, a pair of large yellow eyes lit up, and from the position of the eyes, it could be seen that He was extremely tall.

The thing asked again: "How did you find me?"

Dane looked back at Diana: "Ladies first?"

Diana raised her chin proudly, gripped the round shield tightly in her left hand, and drew the sword of the god of fire in her right hand.

Only then did the God of Death, Mictlantcutli, realize that something was wrong.

"Wait, you are not mortal!"

"I am Diana, daughter of Zeus, the king of gods. You are a heretic and evil god. Fight me!"

Feeling deceived, Mictlantecutli shouted angrily: "Damn pagan gods, die!"

He opened his mouth and spit out flames, which instantly covered the place where Diana and Dane were standing.

But the next moment, Diana's battle cry resounded throughout the altar.

A figure quickly rushed out from the firelight, and the round shield hit the face of the Grim Reaper directly, knocking him away!

Although Miktlanacutri is over three meters tall, he is a skinny guy.

Diana's collision almost broke his bones.

Diana was very martial and did not pursue the victory, but stood there waiting for Death to recover.

As a proud Amazon warrior, she would not kill an opponent she recognized when he was unarmed. That was not fighting, it was massacre.

"Take out your weapons and fight me fair and square!"

Mictlantecutli was furious: "How dare you!"

He breathed out a ball of fire, and a crudely shaped obsidian spear was grasped in his hand.

Dane's eyes flashed. He felt a very strong aura of death and some divine power from the spear.

This unassuming spear is actually a divine weapon!

Diana was not surprised but laughed, waved the sword of Vulcan and rushed forward.

The God of Death's fighting skills are powerful and despite his huge size, his steps are extremely flexible.

Diana is a skilled fighter. After joining the JLA, she often seeks out Dane for sparring...

Superman is a weak demon, and his skills are not very good.

Moreover, he now basks in the sun every day, so his strength is growing day by day. He often relies on his turtle punches to fight Diana, and she is unwilling to challenge him to practice.

The aura of death condensed on the tip of the obsidian spear also made Diana quite afraid, but fortunately, the divine shield was as solid as a rock and protected her firmly.

Although the Grim Reaper had the upper hand for a while due to his size advantage.

But soon, Diana, who had adapted to the rhythm, began to fight back.

The Sword of the God of Fire flashed a sharp cold light and collided with the obsidian spear. Mictlantcutli was actually unable to withstand the force.

He was shocked and quickly distanced himself from his opponent, but with Diana's battlefield sense, how could she give him a chance to react?

Once again, Diana used her shield to deflect the spear's attack, and with a swift movement of her hands and eyes, the Sword of Vulcan cut off one of Death's legs.

This calf is thicker than an adult's thigh, but it feels as light as a feather when it flies.

The Grim Reaper lost one of his legs and his balance suddenly became unbalanced. He subconsciously used his spear as a crutch to support his body.

Diana was waiting for this moment. She adjusted her posture and thrust her sword straight at the opponent's eyes.

But Mictlantecutli also had some quick wits. He opened his mouth wide and blazing flames spewed out, engulfing Diana again.

"You're going to use the same trick twice, are you serious?"

Diana's somewhat disappointed voice came from the flames, and the Grim Reaper was stunned when he heard it.

In the firelight, Diana used her shield to block the flames and walked forward step by step.

The Grim Reaper couldn't help but step back, and a trace of fear arose in his heart.

Just as he was about to swing his spear, a flash of cold light caught his eyes.

Then came a sharp pain in the chin, as if the top of my head had been ripped open.

If Dane knew what He thought, he would definitely say sincerely that it was not just "as if", but that the top of His head was really opened.

Diana's Vulcan Sword had pierced Mictlantecutli's head, going straight through his chin and into his skull.

Now, this is called transparency!

Chapter 041 Batman: I.Am.Super.Rich

Diana drew out the sword of the god of fire, and the eyes of the god of death, Mictlantecutli, had lost their luster.

Without the support of the Sword of the God of Fire, His huge body fell to the ground.

"He died just like that?" Diana felt somewhat dissatisfied and totally unsatisfied.

Dane walked over to the body of the Grim Reaper and looked at it, then shook his head.