Chapter 415 Constantine and Zatana

Controlling the cult members to kill each other, trapping two steel golems, and dealing with the yelling Nose Ring Girl who is actually not a threat to prevent her from harassing Deathstroke, Poison Ivy seems to have a lot of work, but it is not at all. Not grim.

Although the heretics are vicious, they are a group of ordinary people. In addition to being malnourished, they will bleed and make blood sacrifices at every turn. Their physique is weaker than ordinary people.

The nose ring girl is also a newcomer to the magic world, and her shouts are earth-shattering. Thea visually judges that Damian's technology, magic and martial arts skills are fully activated, and she can kill her. It is really not a strong enemy.

Poison Ivy has great potential and can easily control the trend of the battlefield. Her methods are weird and mysterious. Not a magician is better than a magician. Thea is the most optimistic about her future.

While they were all fighting, Thea dragged Sargon's body over.

The old man wrapped his head with a cloth scarf, and he looked like an Indian. After all, Thea got his big gift bag, and was not interested in his black corpse, so she took out a small cloth bag from the side of the body, opened the bag, and there were five or six dazzling gemstones inside.

Thea took out a gem, and looked at the quality of the gem with a torch as if nothing happened on the battlefield where the sky was screaming.

She curled her lips, and cursed secretly! Although it is not as deep as Catwoman's research on gemstones, Thea can also judge that these gemstones can only be said to be of a fair level by relying on female talent.

The old man Sargon didn't know that his body was almost cold, and he could still be deeply despised.

In fact, he is also very helpless. Although he was born in a rich family in India, compared with his compatriots who can take tens of thousands of people by train, he is considered rich. But compared to Thea, he is a complete pauper!

First of all, the wealth belongs to the family, not his own. There are many branches of the family, and all of them ask for money. In order to reduce the attention of the secular world, he did not dare to use magic to open the way unscrupulously. Corrupt elements like India's national conditions are everywhere, and they want money everywhere. There is not much wealth at his disposal.

Secondly, his wealth is the most basic industry, which is commonly known as a landlord. His family owns a large amount of land in India, and tens of thousands of farmers help his family cultivate land every year.

Two hundred years ago, this was something to be proud of, but in today's information society, it can only be exchanged for a sigh from the onlookers!

The last and most important point is that he met Zatara and his friends 30 years ago. The other two are not rich. Only Zatara in Gotham has a good financial situation. Zatara and Sargon paid the daily funds for the mission. Once Zatara died, half of the mission’s funds were cut off, and the old man Sargon’s coffin was about to be pulled out, so it barely survived until today.

Under such a stretched economic crisis, he really has no spare financial resources to buy gems.

Thea despises the old man's poverty, you are so poor, what kind of jewel magic are you playing, so funny!

It seems that this skill can only be carried forward in my hands. Thea turned the bag containing a few gems in her hand, thinking to herself, that is, I am the richest among the so-called mages, and I am the richest among the rich. She is good at magic, so she must be talking about Thea.

Gem magic, gem first, magic second. From this, we can see the importance of good gemstones. It is not a boast to say that except for those dragons who do not know which plane they are hiding in, this spell Thea is the most playable.

In recent years she has been busy

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Busy talking about not collecting any jewelry on purpose, but with the rise of her fame, there is an endless stream of people seeking to meet, visit, and make friends.

When meeting for the first time, a meeting ceremony is required.

This is a basic human relationship, and she is qualified to see her either rich or noble. In order not to make people laugh, these people rack their brains to give gifts. What should a young woman like Thea give her? Jewelry is a must!

Although she rejected a lot, more precious jewels and jades were still stuffed into the twelve safes in her house. Among them, there are more than 300 pieces that can leave their names in history. Without Diana, that number could double.

Catwoman said sourly many times that Thea was being targeted by international thieves, and it was not without reason.

Using an earth spell, a big pit was dug, and the Sargon mage who was obviously poor and still played with gems was buried in it.

Looking at the battlefield, Thea's mind was already immersed in the imagination of how many gemstones would be needed to blow up Darkseid to the sky, and a burst of silver light interrupted her fantasy.

"Teleportation formation?" I saw a man and a woman walking out of it.

The man is wearing a khaki windbreaker, the white shirt inside is dirty, and a tie is loosely tied. The man's mental outlook is very decadent, his face is full of stubble, and he has a cigarette in his mouth. The man doesn't pay much attention to the transmission Afterwards, he seemed to be desperately trying to explain something to the woman beside him.

The woman has shawl hair and wears a purple coat. Inside is a white shirt with a high V-neck design, showing her pair of indescribable stalwarts. Her legs are wearing monstrous fishnet stockings, and her feet are a pair of leather boots.

The woman has a pretty face and a determined temperament, in stark contrast to the lazy and cunning man around her.

"Xiao Zha, listen to me, the Croydon Pointer can help you find anything"

"Enough, Konstantin, I'm tired of your false lies, malicious help, you bastard, scum! You get me into trouble every time, I just want to find my father's relic, your adventure You go on your own journey"

The woman in purple sprayed the man with spitting foam all over her face, and then she was stunned by the lively atmosphere in the square. She finished her sentence intermittently, and looked at the situation in front of her in confusion.

Her first reaction was similar to Lengyan Holy See's initial guess, which was that the government's secret forces were encircling and suppressing vigorous social organizations.

The man's reaction was much calmer than hers. There was only a trace of doubt in the corner of his eyes, which was quickly replaced by cynicism. The wind was a bit strong at night. He reached out to cover the cigarette on his mouth and lit the cigarette on his mouth. He took a deep breath and looked at the woman in a somewhat intoxicated manner. Say.

"These are not my faults, you know, I am going to sneak in secretly."

Sneak into your sister secretly! There are at least a thousand people in this square! Mosquitoes can't fly in with so many people.

Considering the man's bad deeds, the woman automatically figured out that this was a special design for herself.

The two couldn't figure out what was in it, so out of caution, they took a general look at the battlefield.

The first thing that catches the eye is Poison Ivy sitting on a three-meter piranha. There is no way, this has nothing to do with magic. Poison Ivy is really too high-profile, but anyone with good eyesight can see her at a glance.

"What is this? Human?" The two mages with extraordinary knowledge were also attracted by the strange life form of Poison Ivy. Is this human?