Chapter 462 Nightmare

"Your nightmare" were the last words in the First Fallen's mind, oh, and there was that smiling face.

This was indeed a nightmare. Just these two terrifying beams of light almost penetrated his chest at this moment. What was even more terrifying was that he didn't even see what was emitting this light.

What kind of gun is it? Where did that guy Constantine move the ancient weapon that just fell with that sound? Or is it something Gabriel got from heaven?

These thoughts filled the mind of the First Fallen. Of course, they were only subconscious, and his subjective consciousness now only had time to think about one thing, and that was how to survive under this deadly ray.

Fortunately, he quickly thought of a way.

In the sky, the hovering demons began to swoop down, and it was dark, like a black curtain covering the sky. The low-level demons had very low IQs. They had no idea what they were doing. They were just driven by the devil to move stupidly in a certain direction. They rushed over, but fortunately there were enough of them. Thousands of wings were piled up, like a giant sword falling from the sky, slashing at the scarlet ray.

And when the first demon came into contact with the ray, it instantly turned into ashes, then the second, the tenth, a hundred and a thousand. As long as they are full of this kind of thing, then even if they let them If they want to die, they won't hesitate at all.

Putting it this way, it seems that demons and angels are similar things, except that one needs enough food and the other needs those illusory honors.

In this way, thousands of demons blocked the ray with their bodies for about half a second.

And half a second is enough. The First Fallen has already dodged and escaped the impact of the ray. He is the king of hell after all, and now the gate of hell is still open, and the power of another world begins to pour out continuously. , supplementing his almost burnt, blackened chest. Almost instantly, the wounds of the First Fallen were completely intact.

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Of course, he couldn't just sit there dumbly. While the wound was healing, the First Fallen once again faced the direction of the red light and rushed forward. It was just his own carelessness, otherwise, that kind of just How can light that can travel in a straight line hit you?

A dark afterimage streaked across the bloody night, instantly tearing apart the demonic curtain that had not had time to disperse. No matter what weapon it was, the First Fallen was confident of destroying it. Not far ahead, the First Fallen was free to He swung a punch. Although he hadn't seen what it was yet, it didn't matter. This punch contained the power of hell, enough to turn the entire Thames River into dust.

However.

"Pfft~"

His fist stopped. Or rather, it was clenched.

The First Fallen saw inexplicably that the moment he rushed out of the curtain, there were no guns or weapons there, but a person.

A man dressed in blue, one of his hands was placed at the end of his fist, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.

"What's going on?" The First Fallen was stunned.

Even in hell, he had heard of this character [Superman]. This was a being that also existed in this world, but should belong to another system.

Although it is difficult to explain clearly, in the same universe, everyone has their own range of activities, and they do not interfere with each other, just like you will never see a polar bear and a rhinoceros fighting together.

But how did Superman come to London?

Before he could recover, Superman punched the First Fallen in the face. Without explanation, without any exchange of words, and without even changing his eyes, the punch directly hit the First Fallen. On the ground, no, it should be said 'in the ground', because after this circle, the first fallen person has been pushed 5 meters underground. Then, another punch came, and another punch. Superman didn't say anything, he just kept beating. The sound on the ground gradually became a long series of indistinguishable roars, and the earthquake began to spread to the surroundings. Buildings collapsed one after another, and the destructive force seemed to be greater than that caused by the First Fallen.

On the side, Ziliang and others stayed in the midnight circle as if they were watching a play, surrounded by the protective posture of the witch Eli, so as not to be beaten by Superman and cause harm to this side.

"Well, it was really scary when I was playing against this guy, but if this guy was a teammate, it would be so comfortable just thinking about it." Ziliang was tinkering with satisfaction.

"Hey, I've only seen this guy in reports before. This time I really saw his power up close. Well, I asked why the people in Metropolis are all aliens, technological perverts, and the like. As for the criminal, it turns out that our people have gone, and he was taken to the police station by this guy in minutes." Constantine said while smoking a cigarette: "Then, if nothing happens, the first fallen should pass. After a while, he ran back to his hell in despair."

Indeed, if Superman continues to fight like this, if the First Fallen does not want to be hammered to death, then he will have no choice but to go back to hell.

However, on this battlefield, there was actually another person who seemed to have nothing to do with the battle.

In the ruins, Moriarty leaned against the wall to avoid being hit by the flying stones. Suddenly, he heard a voice.

"You know. You know something, right?"

Moriarty recognized that the voice belonged to the First Fallen, and he looked around.

"Oh? So, what ability are you using to talk to me?" he asked.

"Of course, ah-I can talk directly to your mind, haven't you heard-ah-the 'whisper of the devil'?" said the First Fallen. It was obvious that he was being beaten at this time.

"Hmm, interesting. Is it some kind of hypnosis or telepathy?"

"Don't worry about this," the first-time fallen person yelled, "You must know something. When this guy just fell, you knew it was him!"

Moriarty smiled and nodded: "Yes, I already knew it."

The First Fallen seemed to have grasped something in his mind: "This guy is controlled by someone, right? He is not a real Superman!"

Moriarty was stunned: "Hey, you are very smart, you can see it so quickly?"

Indeed, the First Fallen not only saw that this superman should be controlled, but also seemed to be just a corpse. He even guessed that the person who controlled him should be nearby, otherwise the group of people just now would not have been possible. Appear in front of him, but let this 'superman' come over first from a long distance away.

Of course, at this time, the First Fallen didn't have time to explain this to show off his cleverness. He immediately shouted: "As long as the controller is hit, this Superman should not be so alive, and you know where these people are hiding, right?" Come on, tell me!"

The First Fallen couldn't bear the strength of Superman's fist, so he could only shout at the top of his voice.

"Oh? The contract only said that you would take me on a tour of hell, but it didn't say that I had to save your life during this period." Moriarty looked like it had nothing to do with him.

The First Fallen gritted his teeth: "Okay! What do you want?!"

"Haha, what do I want?" Moriarty looked at the bloody sky with his harmless eyes and said with a smile, "Are you making a deal with me?"