"Two people?"
Wu Ke stepped forward, raised his leg, and fired a powerful and heavy kick.
Azazel's body, which was quickly repaired by the power of hell, was kicked away by this kick.
Black blood spattered everywhere, his chest collapsed, and the clothes behind him even torn apart.
A spine with muscles was broken in the body, and part of it penetrated.
Clark frowned. He didn't like the overly bloody visual effects.
But he still raised his hand and pushed Wonder Woman aside, and then caught with one hand the figure that was about to fly over from where Wonder Woman was standing just now.
"Kacha!"
The back of the head was caught, but the body was not, and it still continued to move backwards.
Wonder Woman could hear the obvious cracking of cervical vertebrae.
"Obviously, it was the three of us who persuaded you."
Wu Ke looked into the black eyes and said.
"Of course, if it's more energy-intensive for others to be idle, I wouldn't mind them coming together to help me convince you!"
Constantine and Batman looked at the cracks on the ground, and then thought about the terrifying wind pressure Clark felt behind him when he caught Azazel just now.
Yes, just this casual impact could easily break an ordinary person's arm.
Obviously, this help has nothing to do with ordinary mortals like them!
. . . .
"You have heard that if you don't cooperate honestly, he will treat you roughly."
Clark persuaded.
"Oh, mortals, although you are not weak, you obviously can't kill me. You want me to cooperate, so don't have such a dream!"
Azazel was beaten or attacked by a sneak attack, but now the King of Hell felt extremely angry.
"You will eventually pay the due price in the future for the insult you have done to me now. I..."
"You will stare at us in hell, and then, when we are weak in the future, you will come out and kill us, and you will still take away our souls and use them for torture. I think this is what you want to say. ?”
Wu Ke directly grabbed the lines.
"you……"
"You want to ask how he knew what you were going to say?"
Constantine also stole the line and included an explanation that made Azazel blush.
“Because the last devil who said that is still serving as a devil’s punching bag in the boxing room above!
I have to say, it feels really solid in the hand, and with one punch, it can give people a feeling of satisfaction as it hits the flesh! "
Constantine said sincerely.
There was a corresponding expression on his face that recalled the boxing demon.
"No, if you don't listen to the advice of good people, you will get beaten, just right in front of you."
Bizarro always stuttered when he spoke, but he still managed to get the whole sentence out.
This guy didn't fully understand the meaning of what he said, but he knew that if his body didn't want to be beaten and his mouth wanted sweet candy, he had to listen to the messenger of justice.
. . . .
"Well, his injuries have been repaired somewhat.
It’s time for therapy, and it’s time for us to reason again! "
Hearing this, Clark sighed and let go of the hand holding the fallen angel's head, but he made a light kick.
Azazel's newly repaired spine was suddenly broken again by the kick.
However, the broken vertebrae just now were toward the back, but this time they were toward the front and abdomen.
Catching the opponent with one foot, Wu Ke adjusted his angle and kicked upward.
With a bang, the gravel on the ceiling above his head fell sparsely.
The sunken shape of the ceiling echoed the pits on the ground, and Azazel's arm that wanted to block the attack was completely broken.
Within a few seconds, the fallen angel's body fell from the inlaid ceiling.
Then, another short pass was passed away and goalkeeper Bizarro caught it.
Compared with Wu Ke and Clark's somewhat fancy kicking moves, Bizarro is a relatively pure person.
If we count the actual age of living in this world, he should be in the stage of infancy that needs to drink milk.
Therefore, after catching Azazel, he stood the body of the King of Hell upright, as if he was playing with a toy.
After putting it away, before the beaten 'toy' could fall down, he punched it up.
Have you ever seen a top?
Bizarro now turned on the human gyroscope, spinning around Azazel at a speed that would allow ordinary people like Batman to see phantoms.
At the same time, he was also punching quickly, hitting the fallen angel with one punch, causing black blood to splash around.
Perhaps due to simplicity and being too focused on doing things, Bizarro's fists became harder and harder. It wasn't until Wu Ke shouted to stop, indicating that he could go to eat candy, that Bizarro happily stopped.
As for Azazel, the King of Hell, he was almost beaten into rotten flesh when he fell. He was lying on the ground, looking half-dead.
. . . .
"After reasoning, we came to the calm conversation again."
Wu Ke grabbed Azazel's hair and lifted the fallen angel up.
"I think that after ten minutes of physics teaching, you should have a very deep personal experience of my persuasive principles.
I don’t know, have your thoughts changed enough now compared to before? "
"It has changed, of course it has. I want to kill you even more, and then torture you for thousands of years, until the moment I get tired of it..."
Wu Ke was silent for a moment, then passed the fallen angel to Clark, and the two began to play a game of kicking the ball.
Black Adam was the one who watched the most silently. He had some doubts that if he had been hiding and then found again, would he be forced to carry out brutal and inhumane beatings by multiple people like the fallen angels now?
[Fortunately, when I met each other for the second time, I came to terms with my feelings...]
Black Adam looked at Wu Ke and felt a little lucky.
However, the King of Hell had different ideas from him.
"Why, do you only have this much strength? Look at that kick just now, but it didn't make me vomit a mouthful of blood..."
After being reasoned with for a long time, Azazel still had the strength to provoke.
He knew that these two people could not defeat him, so as the king of hell, he was not defeated by physical torture at all.
"Compared to the executioners in hell, your punches and kicks are just the methods of children..."
Azazel Barabara said something.
To summarize, its general meaning is:
The feud is over, I'll remember it.
You can make me suffer, but if you want me to surrender, let alone the door or even the window.
Also, if you have the ability, kill me now.
Otherwise, I will definitely kill you in the future!
. . . .
Azazel's tone was extremely harsh, as if he didn't take his current experience seriously at all.
The physical persuasion methods commonly used by Wu Ke have no effect on this kind of guy.
"Are we going to seal this guy?"
Black Adam came over and asked at this time.
Although he didn't show it on the surface, in his heart, he did feel a bit of schadenfreude for Wu Ke.
This time, the Justice League was unlucky. Not only did they not catch the thugs, but they also caused trouble on the other side of hell.
. . . .
Constantine is indeed a lone star who is absolutely unambiguous in cheating his teammates and friends.
Wherever he exists, except for himself, other things will not always go so smoothly.
This is not superstition or resentment, but a fact that happened to Constantine.
Once upon a time, an Eastern fortune teller saw Constantine and said to this guy: "You are born to bring bad luck to the people around you. The closer the people are to you, the greater the chance of bad luck." …”
And this is also true, first it was Constantine's biological father, then his friends in the supernatural society, then his first girlfriend, and some acquaintances.
Until now, whenever something bad happened to Constantine and related to him, it was inevitable that something unexpected would happen to his friends.
For example, in the current situation, Constantine feels that it is most likely his fault. He did not think carefully and treated Azazel, one of the three kings of hell, carelessly...
. . . .
Wu Ke was also a little depressed. Looking at the fallen angel who should be unkillable but couldn't make him surrender, he could only...
【Eh! 】
Suddenly, Wu Ke thought of something, and what he wanted to say to ask Black Adam to do something stopped in his mouth.
He was a little unsure, and a black mud of evil thoughts condensed in his hand.
This is not the surface power of evil thoughts that he can manipulate at will, but something deeper.
Being inside the sealing ring, he is full of malice and wildness, and has extremely evil thoughts that want to dye others black and devour them. Superpower is swallowed up by this evil thought.
As soon as this thing appeared, people felt a strong and ominous atmosphere suddenly rise in the room.
"what is that?"
Batman asked sideways.
"The evil thoughts of the world are one of the powers I control."
"What's the use of it? Looking at it, I feel terrified."
Wonder Woman asked with a frown.
Barry Allen next to her had already looked away with some discomfort.
"Is this why your soul smells like shit?"
Constantine didn't seem to be affected, perhaps because he was dark.
"Assimilation, contamination, and devouring, this thing has such characteristics. I think since physical persuasion doesn't work, I plan to try this!"
"Haha, it's just an evil energy. Do you think you can treat me..."
Azazel's voice stopped, and Wu Ke threw the black mud directly into the fallen angel's face, interrupting his words.
However, what happened next was somewhat unexpected. The evil black mud he threw out suddenly expanded and wrapped up Azazel's entire body.
However, the size of the wrapped body of the King of Hell is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. In contrast, the amount of evil black mud seems to be increasing...
In just a few breaths, Azazel was gone, leaving only a dark, squirming black mud monster on the ground, like a slime in a fantasy world.
Seeing this, Wu Ke raised his spirits and was ready to accept the mental shock.
Just like when he swallowed Supermaster with black mud, he was almost replaced by Supermaster's personality.
But after waiting for a while, let alone the mental shock, Wu Ke couldn't even find a memory image in his consciousness.
. . .
"what have you done?"
Black Adam asked.
He moved two steps and moved some distance away from here.
His eyes were a little wary, looking at the wriggling black mud on the ground.
"I didn't do anything, I just threw this thing out, wait..."
Wu Ke suddenly discovered this situation. It seemed that he had encountered it once before, when he took over the Seven Deadly Sins imprisoned by Black Adam. The power of his evil thoughts also easily swallowed up the Seven Deadly Sins and those gadgets.
However, compared to the last time he devoured the Seven Deadly Sins, or the last time he devoured Superpower, the speed of his black mud devouring and digesting was getting faster every time.
"If I'm not mistaken, I should have eaten and devoured Azazel, the king of hell."
Hearing this, everyone except Black Adam immediately raised questions.
They didn't know that the young man had this ability.
And even Diana and Billy, who were also in Kandak and had seen him swallowing the seven deadly sins with black mud, actually didn't know the specific situation of the black mud.
At this time, when they heard that this was devouring, some strange expressions appeared on their faces.
Obviously, swallowing this ability has a bad feeling.
A special villain needs to be a BOSS-level guy to have the ability...
. . . .
"But it's a little weird, it shouldn't be like this."
"What's wrong?"
"It's too silky. When my evil thoughts devour the other person, it's too fast."
Just like eating Dove...
Wu Ke explained to everyone some situations in which he had evil thoughts.
Among them, it includes the trick named [Mask of Justice] used on Lex Luthor.
The essence of that thing is actually formed by the condensation of this black mud. It also has the characteristics of assimilation and pollution. Although the devouring characteristics have been eliminated, it cannot be said that it is not absent.
According to the exaggerated devouring level seen now, Lex Luthor should have been dead long ago. However, the other party is still alive and well...
. . . .
Batman knelt down and looked at the black mud on the ground thoughtfully.
Suddenly, he took off his gloves and reached out to touch them.
"Pap..."
His wrist was grabbed on the way.
"What are you doing?"
Clark asked with a frown, and it was he who grabbed Batman's wrist.
"I'm going to give this thing a try, it sounds a little dangerous."
Next to him, everyone, including Wu Ke, looked over in surprise.
That look was like looking at a guy who didn't have a clear mind...
Well, almost the same look he gave Bizarro.
