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Chapter 305 Lucifer Morning Star

In fact, if it were someone else, Superman wouldn't have believed it so easily.

But the person who spoke was Bruce Wayne of Gotham, and he even staked the Wayne family's reputation on it, which made Superman, or rather Clark, have no choice but to believe it!
Because the real Clark Kent was actually a reporter for the Daily Planet.

Recently, he has been writing articles about Gotham City and Batman, and he has a knowledge of the Wayne family in Gotham City that is no less than that of a Gotham native.

Especially Bruce Wayne, who now controls the Wayne family.

On the surface, this guy is just a spendthrift rich kid and playboy, but Clark knows that he has secretly spent huge sums of money on charitable causes in many fields such as medical care and education.

These things were all done anonymously by Bruce in private, and the outside world knew nothing about them.

If Superman didn't possess super hearing and other abilities, it would probably be difficult to investigate the source of those huge sums of money.

Moreover, Clark also knew that Bruce deeply cherished his deceased parents.

By daring to stake the Wayne family's reputation, he was undoubtedly making the greatest guarantee to himself.

For all these reasons, Clark finally believed Bruce's promise; it was not simply a matter of a lack of trust.

"That's right!"

Bruce nodded, ignoring Su Haoming's reaction, and said quickly, "As far as I know, the angel over there is Gabriel from the Bible."

"She plans to collaborate with Satan's son, Manmon, to help him descend to Earth and transform it into a second Hell!"

Clark was taken aback by this and couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

Clark Kent was born in a town that also had a church and a priest.

When Zod came to Earth last year, he went to a church to ask the priest for his opinion.

To some extent, he was a half-hearted believer who had a natural affinity for angels and couldn't understand why Gabriel would do such a thing.

"Let me explain!"

A familiar yet ominous voice suddenly came from behind Bruce.

Su Haoming looked in the direction of the sound and, sure enough, saw Constantine appear on the broken bridge behind Bruce, a cigarette dangling from his lips, chuckling as he looked at the crowd:

"Simply put, it is about transforming the human world into hell, so that humanity undergoes painful trials of blood and fire, and selects out souls with noble character who are worthy of heaven."

"I must admit that I also have great dissatisfaction with the entry standards for Heaven."

"But even I cannot agree with Gabriel's extreme approach."

"Moreover, changing Heaven's selection criteria is such a heinous act..."

Constantine raised his head, looked at Gabriel not far away, and said slowly, "What difference is there between this and usurping God's authority and doing so in His place?!"

Upon hearing this, Gabriel's expression changed drastically.

Before she could speak, Superman turned to her, his gaze lingering on her, and said:

"is that true?"

"..."

Gabriel fell silent, glancing at a certain spot beneath his feet with a complex expression. Then, he spread his pure white wings, his entire body radiating a dazzling, holy white light.

"It's no use talking more."

Her eyes shone with holy light, and she held a radiant spear, gazing indifferently at the crowd as she spoke:
"If you don't agree with my ideas, then do everything you can to stop me!"

"That's what you said!"

Su Haoming was overjoyed and rushed forward without hesitation.

Superman hesitated, too embarrassed to join in.

And so, Su Haoming and Gabriel engaged in another fierce battle.

Gazing at the two beams of light, one black and one white, in the sky, Constantine clicked his tongue in amazement:
"If we had known this guy had this trump card, we wouldn't have bothered with all this trouble!"

really……

Bruce nodded in agreement.

He went to great lengths to summon Superman, but not only was he useless, he almost held Su Haoming back, causing his strongest fighter to fight Superman.

In contrast, it was Constantine—

and many more!

Bruce suddenly realized what was happening, grabbed Constantine's arm, and stared intently at him, saying:

What are you working so hard for?

"Like you said, contact Satan!"

Constantine calmly pulled his hand away from Bruce's and patted him on the shoulder to reassure him, "Don't worry, I've done this kind of thing more than once, and I'm sure I won't make such a big mistake like you did."

"To be honest, I have already spoken with Satan. He knows nothing about his son's behavior. After thanking me, he plans to meet with Manmon and have a heart-to-heart talk between father and son."

Constantine stubbed out his cigarette and said smugly, "In short, Manmon can no longer descend to earth. As long as we take down Gabriel, this mission will be completely resolved!"

Even so, Bruce was still somewhat uneasy.

"Was it really that smooth?"

“Of course!” Constantine retorted, displeased. “Don’t you trust me?”

"Believe him!"

A slightly amused voice came from the side: "At least in this matter, he is indeed very experienced."

Constantine smiled: "Look, even Superman—"

Before he could finish speaking, Constantine's voice abruptly stopped.

Following his gaze, he saw Superman standing right in front of him, silently listening to their conversation without showing any intention of speaking.

The two locked eyes, and Constantine fell silent.

After a moment, he asked in a low voice, "Not you?"

Superman shook his head and said, "It wasn't me."

"Who is that?"

"Is that even a question? Of course it's me!"

A hearty laugh came from behind, and a large hand landed on Constantine's shoulder. A smile played on his lips as he said, "Look at you, you're so forgetful! We just talked on the phone, how could you forget my voice?"

"..."

Constantine stood frozen in place.

Through Superman's azure eyes, one can see a young man in a white suit standing behind him.

He was neatly dressed, handsome, and his feet were on the charred asphalt. His right hand was on Constantine's shoulder, and his handsome face was full of a bright and joyful smile.

Lucifer Morning Star!
Satan of Hell, the strongest fallen angel, a being second only to God in power!
Although the Lucifer in the present moment is merely his omnipresent projection, this projection is not much different from his true self.

In some respects, they can be considered the same person.

Constantine swallowed hard, his smile somewhat stiff, and said, "Long time no see!"

"Yeah, long time no see!"

Lucifer smiled broadly, raised his right hand, which was covered in black asphalt, and gently stroked Constantine's cheek, sending chills down Constantine's spine and raising goosebumps all over his body.

"Ever since we parted, I've reserved a bed for you in hell. All your old acquaintances are itching to get intimate with you!"

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, Clark appeared in front of Constantine as if he had teleported, and punched Lucifer in the head.

In an instant, that handsome face with a bright smile was blasted into a cloud of blood mist.

A fierce burst of energy, carrying a mist of blood, slammed towards Constantine's cheek, but before it could reach his skin, it was blocked by an invisible barrier, preventing it from harming Constantine who was so close at hand.

Without a doubt, this is Superman's biofield!

Clark was stunned as he stared at Lucifer, whom he had blasted to pieces with a single punch.

It seems unbelievable that the legendary Satan is no match for him!
"How rude."

Just then, a slightly dissatisfied voice rang out again.

Clark's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned his head to look. He saw Lucifer appear on the ground several meters away, still wearing his spotless white suit, with the scorching black asphalt beneath his feet. He was completely unharmed and as clean as ever, as if the punch had never happened.

"What ability is this?"

Clark was filled with surprise and doubt, and his expression became extremely solemn.

Fortunately, Lucifer did not intend to argue with him immediately. Instead, he turned his head and glanced in a certain direction, saying, "Friends over there, your children are ill-mannered. I am very dissatisfied with them."

"If you still don't plan to show up, I'll have to teach them a lesson for you!"

Upon hearing this, Bruce's expression shifted slightly, realizing who Lucifer was talking to.

Not long ago, he was watching Su Haoming's battle remotely from the TV tower in Gotham City, but the next second, he was teleported to the bridge by some force.

Without a doubt, someone must have been helping them behind the scenes, and it's highly likely that it was the handsome young man who suddenly appeared earlier!
Sure enough, after Lucifer's words revealed the truth, a dazzling silver light suddenly appeared on the broken bridge.

The handsome young man who had just been seen on camera stepped out and looked at Lucifer with great interest.

"You are Lucifer?"

Lucifer grinned, revealing a smile: "What, doesn't it look like it?"

Lin Yu thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It doesn't seem like it."

Lucifer asked curiously, "So, what do you think I should look like?"

Lin Yu recalled the character's appearance in the movie and hesitated before asking, "A middle-aged man picking his toes?"

"..."

Upon hearing those three completely unrelated words, Lucifer's face immediately darkened.

He snorted and glanced at Lin Yu, saying, "It seems you have a great misunderstanding about me, but it doesn't matter, I am extremely familiar with the power within you!"

"I never imagined that the position of Vice-King of Heaven, which has been vacant for so many years, would fall to you at a time like this!"

(End of this chapter)