Chapter 228 Burn the Witch to Death
metropolis.
The city is bustling with traffic at night.
Justice League Hall.
The mural in the hallway that originally displayed the title of best employee has long since been removed.
Instead, there are display cabinets.
The transparent glass at the front holds a damaged red cloak.
Arranged in order, there is also a metal head that exudes a cold luster.
It comes from the Grid, a member of the Criminal Syndicate.
After Supermaster's death, the singer, who no longer had any worries, used the superhuman computing power transformed from the energy of the Rubik's Cube to easily crush the grid and destroy the robot's underlying logic program.
But it's not over yet.
in the Justice League Council Hall.
Itβs still that broad round table.
Everyone has figured out how the members of the Criminal Syndicate came to this universe.
The reason is simple. The Ancient One Mage, who did not understand the DC universe, accidentally broke the barrier of another universe, thereby releasing super villains such as superpower.
Ironically, the Avengers died for this very reason.
The poor Hulk was killed instantly without even transforming.
Stop thinking about these unfortunate people.
In the hall.
The blond boy was still sitting in the main seat, holding his chin with one hand and looking helpless.
There was no other reason, because there was a quarrel in the hall at the moment.
"Why are these people locked up in Arkham Asylum!?"
"That's not fair at all."
The person who spoke was Diana. The Amazon female warrior was so angry that she almost jumped on the table and scolded Batman.
The reason for the quarrel between the two is also very simple.
Just a few minutes ago, Nite Owl, Supergirl, and Johnny Quick were all arrested after Keno returned to put an end to the invading criminal syndicate.
Night Owl was defeated by Batman, who knew him best.
It's obviously gratifying that these bad guys were caught. The Justice League once again proved their reliability with actions. Even now, there is a trend of imitating superheroes on the Internet.
Many boys like to dress up as Batman and perform heroic acts late at night.
The topic has gone too far.
After catching the sinner, a new problem was placed in front of everyone.
That is, in the face of these super criminals, how to deal with them has become an urgent human issue.
Keno's proposal was simple and crude.
Killing them all will solve the problem.
But unfortunately, if he acted alone, he could execute these villains at will.
But it is a pity that the Justice League is a team. Although I am the leader of this team, I also need to understand the wishes of the members.
Batman and Clark are naturally opposed to killing the intruder.
As for Diana?
She objected to killing Supergirl because she was pregnant, and as for Night Owl and Johnny Quick?
Life or death has nothing to do with her.
Now, Wonder Woman and Batman are arguing about where these criminals should be kept.
As a patient with persecution paranoia, Batman naturally believes that this group of unstable elements should be locked up in Arkham Asylum.
Putting them under your nose makes it easier to monitor them better.
But Diana objected to this.
The heroine does not believe that an ordinary person can suppress these super-powered criminals, and she advocates imprisoning these people in Paradise Island for custody.
The two sides argued hard and refused to give in to each other.
Obviously, it will take a long time for them to decide the winner.
β¦
Flames surged in the dark night.
Surrounded by people, villagers wearing coarse linen clothes and holding knives, forks and sticks gathered in the center of the village.
This is a place of execution.
Three women in ragged clothes and frightened faces were tied to three thick crosses with iron chains.
Rotten leaves and rotten eggs.
Any dirt that could humiliate people's spirit and body was poured on them.
"Whoosh."
The restless crowd consciously parted a path, and a man wearing a red gentleman's hat walked towards the leading woman among the three women.
As if sensing the approach of the other person, the woman slowly raised her head, with a sarcastic smile on her face. She raised her head with difficulty and watched the middle-aged man approaching her, and then said: "Sir Walkens."
"Are you here to admire your masterpiece?"
"Shut up!"
The woman responded with a harsh slap to the cheek from the man.
"Countess." The man's eyes were serious and he pointed at the woman's cheek: "Tell me the whereabouts of the three magic stones!"
"Perhaps you can escape this punishment."
Listening to the man's words, the woman smiled: "It's in my magic book."
The man glanced at the attendant behind him, and soon someone brought him a heavy book.
He opened the pages of the book and showed them in front of the woman: "What is written in this book?"
The woman smiled, raised her head, and looked arrogant: "This means that the magic stones are mine. Once I own them, you will tremble at my feet and never harm my people again."
A woman's words are like a sharp knife piercing a man's heart.
"Damn Bichi!"
His expression became ferocious again: "Burn them to death, now!"
As the man finished speaking, people who could no longer bear it all rushed forward one after another. They dropped the torches in their hands and lit the straw under the three women.
"Boom!"
As the flames rose, the scorching temperature burned the woman's body.
In the pitiful wailing, the woman's voice gradually rose in pitch: "It's not over yet!"
"When the time comes, my heir will awaken me."
"I will return again and regain the glory of the world!"
"At that time, I will take revenge on the world and cast down the flames of my people's wrath!"
β¦.
"Lana, Lana?"
His body was shaken, and he felt dizzy as if he had a hangover.
The girl opened her eyes and saw that she was in the cafe.
Sitting across the table were cousins ββChloe and Louise.
"You don't look like you've had a good rest?" Chloe blinked and asked curiously.
Just now, Lana, who was gathering in the cafe, suddenly fell asleep without any warning.
"Maybe I'm exhausted?" Louise put her chin on one hand, stirring the coffee cup out of boredom, glanced at Lana and said, "I sometimes lose energy when I work overtime and write."
"No, I, I just."
Lana pursed her lips, her eyes slightly red: "As you know, when the evil organization invaded the town, the battle with the police spread to the nursing home, and a kind old woman I knew died in that conflict. "
"In her will, she gave this book to me."
As she spoke, Lana picked up the book wrapped in dark red leather beside her.
"This book was left to me by Lady Cassandra."
Lana introduced to Chloe and Louise: "Its author is the medieval Lady Isabel Margaret Serlow."
Lana opened the book's title page again.
His fingers crossed the paper, and a ray of purple light followed the girl's fingers and entered her body.
"Maybe this is some kind of superpower book?" Lana laughed to herself, but she was thinking of Clark.
