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Chapter 149 A Long-Awaited Reunion

At this moment, Raven seemed to have a head full of question marks.

One moment she was at HISHE Cafe in Gotham, going through her daily routine of learning from the old wizard. She thought she was there to learn magic, but instead, she ended up spending the entire night in the kitchen.

Busy washing and chopping vegetables, handing the old wizard salt and oil, and so on.

Although he deeply respected his highly respected new mentor, Raven couldn't help but ask, "Uh, does all this have anything to do with magic?"

"Of course!" the old wizard said matter-of-factly. "As a qualified wizard, potion-making is one of the essential courses. In many situations, magical potions play a crucial role, and you must keep that in mind."

"Yes, but," Raven hesitated, "this pot doesn't contain medicine, does it?"

"Rome wasn't built in a day, and you have to take it one step at a time. You haven't even learned how to use fire yet, how can you start making medicine right away? This is to help you find your footing and learn to control the heat!" the old wizard said emphatically.

Raven wondered if modern wizards were so up-to-date that they used induction cookers for potion making? Would hot pot work then?

But I just thought about it to myself and didn't ask any more questions.

"Hand me the spoon," the old wizard gestured, "and taste it."

"Oh well."

Raven obediently turned around, picking up a spoon as if to scoop some soup. Unexpectedly, at that moment, magic surged around her, a purple-black aura emanating from her. The girl, completely inexperienced in such a situation, was immediately sucked into the purple-black ripples.

The next moment, he appeared out of thin air and was already in the old church in Midtown, still holding that soup spoon in his hand.

Staring blankly at the people below the altar, the girl gradually became confused.

Where am I? What's going on? What are they trying to do?

Then the bishop knelt down and crawled over on his knees, falling to the ground in worship: "Great Daughter of God! You have finally come! Please punish these foolish people who dare to blaspheme the authority of the Lord!"

Raven: "?"

What is that?

At this time, Teen Titans had not yet been formed and Raven had not yet debuted, so no one else had ever seen her in this outfit before.

Barry was still a little nervous: "To be honest, the demon's appearance is cuter than I imagined. Oh, not that's a good thing, of course. What's that she's holding? A switch to open hell?"

"It's just a soup spoon."

Raven looked blankly at Shen You—the only person she recognized in the room—and asked with her eyes what was going on.

"Um, you guys don't need to be nervous." Shen You gestured for his teammates to calm down. "We're all on the same side, why are you here?"

Raven floated in front of him: "I don't know. I was in the kitchen just a moment ago, helping to make that... apple, tomato, and pork rib soup."

"Hiss~ That sounds so devilish, so evil!" Barry interjected.

The group of people all glanced at him.

"Oh, sorry, it was just a thought," he chuckled awkwardly. "You guys continue."

Seeing the great goddess actually chatting and trying to build a relationship with the person opposite her, the bishop couldn't help but blink twice. This time, it was his turn to be bewildered.

No, we are ready to fight to the death. Why is Your Highness trying to establish kinship with the other side?

As they were talking, a dark vortex suddenly appeared in the empty hall. Another powerful surge of magic energy swept through, a hurricane rose up, dust flew everywhere, and two dark and domineering demonic figures emerged from it.

A black body, scarlet eyes, every step seemed to carry the invisible magical fluctuations of darkness. A strong wind pressure seemed to accompany the dark vortex, and the figure exerted extraordinary pressure with every move.

"It is indeed a fluctuation from our blood relatives. It seems you weren't lying this time, Belial."

"Ha, I told you long ago, Saraka, I have never lied. Today is the day our sister returns."

Shit! ?

The demon Belial, who was descending alongside his brother, froze on the spot when he caught sight of a strikingly handsome man of light in the hall whose pupils suddenly contracted.

"Oh, what a coincidence." Shen You chuckled and waved at it.

From the devil's expression, which seemed to have been insulted, he seemed to see a sentence.

Every encounter in this world is a reunion after a long separation.

All of this was arranged by Belial.

It kept claiming to have seen its father's offspring, patting its chest and guaranteeing it, but in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared, and it also squandered its already meager credibility in front of its brothers.

Therefore, it devised a plan and used the power of the blood cultists that its father had developed in this dimension to design this ritual.

Then drag that foul-mouthed Salaca along and let him see for himself whether Belial was lying!

At first, Saraka was very dismissive, and even kept grumbling until the ritual was planned.

"Come on, stop giving me excuses, you're just bad." Saraca mocked repeatedly, "You don't even know if that creature of light is real or not."

"My father has conquered countless dimensions and has never seen anything as strange as you described. Besides, even if such a strange creature truly existed, and possessed the power you speak of, would he be so bored as to squat wherever you go?"

Belial was so angry that his dark face turned red: "What right do you have to make false accusations! How should I know why? That guy's got a problem, he just kept chasing me to kill me."

"Heh." Saraca sneered. "Fine. You'd better succeed this time and bring that blood relative you speak of before us. If I find out you're lying again..."

"Then I'll go back and drink the entire pool of lava from the Fiery Blood Pool!" Belial declared confidently.

So the two demon brothers crawled out of the door, shoulder to shoulder.

The moment Belial saw Raven, a twisted smile immediately appeared on his face.

Then, when his gaze swept backward and landed on a certain handsome Ultraman, his smile gradually froze.

The good news is that the third princess is indeed here.

The bad news is, the Warrior of Light is also there.

Belial almost roared inwardly.

No, are you really planning to bring me back to square one?

But then I thought about it again.

Wait a minute, I've already been killed so many times, so dying one more time won't make a difference, right?

On the contrary, it was this Saraca who spent all day mocking his record.

Upon realizing this, Belial's fear vanished, replaced by a gradually twisted smile.

So he simply stepped aside, gesturing to Saraca.

"Come on, it's time to prove yourself," Belial said. "You think you're so capable? Well then, you do it. I want to see what you're really made of. Please."

Saraca: "?"

It looked at its brother, whose mind seemed a little fuzzy, with a strange expression.

No, who are you on the same team as?

(End of this chapter)