Chapter 1512 C: Twilight Event (XVIII)

"I, I... I got it done! Probably." Zatanna obviously regained a lot of vitality when she jumped out of the portal. She pressed her chest with her hand and took a few breaths and said, "Just to be on the safe side, I It’s better to clear his memory about me, otherwise he might find out that I cast a hint spell to make him work hard.”

Zatanna raised her eyes and glanced at Bruce, and said with some anxiety: "Do you think I'm a little evil?"

"I think you did a good job."

The bartender Andrea had already started to applaud her, but Zatanna was still shocked by Bruce's direct praise. She remembered that Bruce rarely praised others in the past.

"To be honest, I came to you to ask for your help." Bruce sat on the bar and looked into Zatanna's eyes and said, "You may not have watched TV recently, so you don't know that I sponsored a variety show. "

"Oh, I heard Andrea say a few things."

Bruce frowned and said as if he was troubled: "A few years ago, I felt something was wrong when I got this gem. But at that time, I just thought it was beautiful, valuable for collection, and could please Selena. So I took it upon myself to break it into pieces and let it scatter around the world, preparing to give Selina a surprise when I took it back.”

"But I didn't expect that Master Andrew came to me before and said that this thing is very dangerous. It seems to be called the 'Angry Spirit'. In short, every black diamond that is broken contains very powerful power. This is very possible. To attract the attention of magicians who lack power."

"You also know that in the magic world, young mages have always had the final say. Most people are promoted to archmages when they are young, including the magicians in the Archmage Guild."

"This group of people are not completely out of touch with ordinary society like the elderly mages who have been immersed in the magic world for many years. They also watch TV, read newspapers, and are proficient in using modern electronic devices, so they will definitely see this variety show."

"Some of the young apprentices who have not been deeply involved in the magic world and are short of money will definitely want to participate, because they may have mastered some magic props. They feel that they have an advantage over ordinary people and feel that they can easily take them. to this huge amount of money.”

"Once they go deep into it and come into contact with the black diamond, even if they take a look at it from a distance, common sense in the magical world will tell them that this thing is not ordinary and contains huge power."

"Passed from ten to ten, this kind of news will definitely reach the ears of the Archmage, and if their negotiations with the devil don't go smoothly, they will put their idea on Black Diamond's head."

"I heard that Beelzebub has returned to hell. He and Azazel had differences over the contract conditions for humans. The negotiations have been put on hold for the time being. The demons are not in a hurry, but the mages are."

"The longer time drags on, the more painful and crazy they become. They are even willing to give up human dignity and kneel at the feet of the devil. How can they not try to snatch the black diamond?"

"But the ordinary guests invited to the variety show started earlier than they did. Many people have already traced the location of the black diamond. If the mages interfere again, conflicts will definitely break out between the two parties."

"There are unwritten rules in the magic world. We must keep a low profile and attract as little attention from ordinary society as possible. This is not thousands of years ago. When mages fought with ordinary people, there would be no other consequences except being bombarded into pieces. Two consequences."

At this point, Zatanna became nervous. She hurriedly jumped off the high chair at the bar and said, "Although the magical family is basically over, I still have a few friends in the magical world. I have to Go remind them not to go after that damn diamond, it is not a good thing, let alone conflict with ordinary people, if they are wanted, they will definitely die in an ugly way!"

Bruce grabbed her, looked at her and said, "You can stop a few mages, but can you stop all of them? What will you do if those archmages are determined to rob them?"

Zatanna stood there looking embarrassed. She thought for a moment and said, "They probably aren't that impulsive. This may provoke a war between ordinary people and the magical world. This is no joke."

As soon as he said this, the door of the Forgotten Bar was pushed open with a bang, and Jim, the dark master with an extremely gloomy face, walked into the bar with a group of his allies.

Among them are the very familiar Bennett, the dead, and Madame Xanadu, as well as a very tall green monster with hanging vines and vines all over its body, a chimpanzee wearing a detective costume, and a man wearing a purple tights and a mask. woman.

Jim was slightly surprised to see Bruce and Zatanna sitting at the bar, but he still walked over with a gloomy expression and slapped the long sword in his hand on the table.

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked concerned.

"The people of the Archmage Alliance are crazy!" Jim's voice became a little trembling: "They want power like crazy. They even want to kill ordinary people to gain power. This group of damn fools and devils, they will harm Kill us all!"

Seeing the confused expression on Zatanna's face, Deadman Boston sighed and said: "We have gathered allies from all over the world and brought in a lot of helpers. This is Swamp Monster, and this is Detective Master Bobo. This is Miss Black Orchid."

Bruce and Zatanna nodded towards a few people, and Boston said in a somewhat melancholy tone: "Everything went smoothly. We returned to London with our helpers, and on the way back to the bar, we I met an injured person, a thin old man. "

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"We thought he was scratched by a vampire attack. There have been a lot of injured people in New York recently and the hospitals were almost full. But we didn't expect the old man to tell us that a group of weirdos wearing robes and holding staffs pushed him down. And snatched his handbag."

"We chased him in the direction he pointed, only to find that it was a group of magicians, and they were also new members of the Archmage Guild. They were fighting among themselves over the handbag."

"Jim felt the powerful force in the handbag, so we rushed forward and subdued them immediately. Jim asked them why they attacked ordinary people, a thin old man, but they just kept cursing and said they deserved it."

"They say that ordinary people are just dirty bugs with no talent or luck." Jim gritted his teeth and said, "They say that they should have been superior to others, but now there are just some accidents, and they will take back this power themselves. ”

As soon as the anger surged up, Jim's mind was filled with the crazy shouting of those people.

"Yes, Night Master Jim, we were wrong...big mistake! We shouldn't huddle in a small corner when we have powerful power. We should rely on these powerful powers to obtain stronger power. !”

"We have fallen to where we are today because of this wrong choice. If we rule the world, we can still live well without the power of magic!"

"Wait, Jim, the people of the Archmage Guild have already rushed out to seize the powerful spirit of anger. When we unite it into one, it will give us power beyond all else. By then, we will never If we make that mistake again, we will surely have status and wealth that match our talents and luck!”

Jim covered his head with his hands. He felt like a string was beating in his head, which gave him a headache.

"Loss may lead to cherishment, but loss and recovery sometimes lead to madness." Bobo, the orangutan detective, jumped on the bar and sighed: "The insecurity of losing power will always linger in their hearts, and once they regain it Power, this insecurity will drive them to make money crazily, even if they start a war.”

At this moment, Dark Night Master Jim stood up from the table, took out the sword from his scabbard, put it upright on his chest, and said: "Get ready for battle, guys, we have to face the vampire and the archmage at the same time. As an alliance, this is destined to be a difficult battle, but we will definitely win.”

"I'm afraid ordinary people won't understand you." Bruce turned to look at him and said calmly: "They will only think that you and the mages are in the same group, and they may even think that you are more evil monsters than them."

"I don't care what others think." Jim said firmly: "I have spent my life fighting to save the world from unjust wars. I succeeded in Maia, and I will definitely not fail in my hometown. "

Just as Bruce was about to say something, the communicator on his waist rang. He put the receiver to his ear, and an anxious female voice came from there.

"Mr. Wayne, this is the British Embassy. Where are you now? There have been... uh, violent protests on several streets in the UK. The police have rushed over to deal with them. They will be fine soon, but we have to make sure that you After all, we have to be responsible for the workers of Wayne Group..."

Bruce showed an embarrassed look, but Jim immediately stepped forward and said, "She's right, Bruce, you are an important person. If something happens to the heir to the Wayne Group, no one can take the responsibility."

"Wait a minute, if those archmages want to disrupt the situation in London, they will definitely target Bruce Wayne. You have become famous recently, so you are particularly dangerous..."

"No, I have to send someone to protect you, Xiao Zha, Xiao Zha! Stop drinking, wake up quickly, watch out for Bruce Wayne, it's all pointed at you."

Zatanna nodded vigorously and said, "Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with me being alone."

After receiving Zatanna's assurance, the Night Master and his party turned around and left to deal with the so-called violent protests.

As if she just remembered something, Zatanna looked at Bruce and asked, "You just said you wanted my help with something, what was it? Since you helped me once, I promise to get it done for you. "

"Something happened to Constantine again. His soul went to hell, but his body was controlled by a mysterious being. That mysterious being stabbed his chest with a dark fragment. I didn't dare to pull it out casually. After all, if Constantine... If his body is destroyed, he cannot be resurrected.”

Zatanna was not surprised at all when she heard this bizarre story, as if she had been used to it for a long time. She put her hands on the bar and sighed: "He always does such dangerous things and then expects others to be in danger." We should save him at the critical moment and let him suffer once.”

"But not this time."

"Okay, okay, I will bring the fragment and his body back intact."

"It's better to have that mysterious existence."

"I try my best."

Not long after Zatanna left, Bruce saw a familiar figure at the door. It was Cain who had turned into a clown.

But Cain's state was a bit strange. He kept pinching his neck and bumping around in the bar, then he fell on the surface of a table and asked in a hoarse tone: "What's wrong with your blood, why am I... why... cough cough cough..."

Bruce frowned, but did not show a surprised expression. He walked towards Cain and said to himself: "Sure enough, Batman is not crazy enough, and the clown is easy to sober up."

"You...you, what did you say?" Cain asked with his hand pressing the corner of his mouth in great pain.

"Nothing." Bruce stood in front of Cain, and the shadow of his body covered Cain.

Cain looked up and saw the darker and deeper blue eyes in Bruce's figure against the light.

"Plop, plop, plop..."

Cain closed his eyes in pain, listening to the sound of blood flowing out of the veins in his arm and dripping onto the table. He was not as thirsty for blood as a low-level vampire, but Bruce's voice lingered in his ears like a devil.

"Do you like my sacrifice?"

Cain clenched his hands tightly into fists. He would rather drink Bruce's blood and fall into painful madness again than say no.

Because God said no.