American comics: I became a god at the beginning, I chose to practice both science and magic

The thing Hephaestus was most proud of in his life was his pair of hands, which were so exquisitely crafted that he was really excited and slapped his chest with his big hands, making a deafening sound.

"Who do you think I am? I made all of Athena's weapons! If Ares hadn't used his godhood to cheat, he wouldn't have been able to defeat Athena. This is because the weapons I made are the strongest!"

Back in the present, Dane is spotted by Hephaestus the moment he shows up in the studio.

He said in a gruff voice, "You should know that it's impossible to process N metal so quickly!"

"I know." Dane nodded. "I came to get another thing."

Hephaestus then remembered that Dane seemed to have entrusted him with another job.

So he rummaged through the workbench behind him and finally pulled out a magical artifact.

That was the weapon that Dane had commissioned him before, a warhammer half a man's height, reforged from the battle axe of the god of war Ares.

This weapon is not for Dane's own use either. He wants to give it to his other girlfriend, Harley. That little psychopath needs a bigger and more powerful one.

He had heard her complaining that the metal hammer she had been using was becoming a bit awkward lately and that her strength had grown to inhuman levels.

His sheer strength can even allow him to compete with heroes like Aquaman on land... There's no way around it, the King of the Seven Seas, who relies more on ocean buffs, is just so sucky.

"I've reforged this weapon according to your request... Actually, I don't quite understand. I think it's still more lethal as before..."

Hephaestus couldn't help but mutter to himself, after all, the Axe of the God of War was also his previous work, and asking him to recast it was like denying his previous design.

"Most of the divine power above was consumed during the recasting. You need to bless it again."

Dane understood, he raised his hammer and raised it high towards the ceiling...

Hephaestus's expression changed, and he blurted out: "Wait, not here..."

With a loud "boom", a thick beam of lightning penetrated the palace and struck the war hammer, making this divine weapon instantly glow with divine light.

Dane nodded with satisfaction. This way, the hammer would possess his divine power and also provide some extra protection for Harry.

"Look what you've done!"

Hephaestus looked at the big hole in the ceiling and the blue sky outside the hole, and was furious.

Dane glanced up and said, "I'll compensate you... I'll have the Amazons come and fix it for you."

"Don't even think about letting those crappy bricklayers touch my house!"

Hephaestus cursed, climbed onto the roof with his tools on his shoulder, and started repairing it.

Seeing that he ignored him, Dane had to walk around the workbench himself and found that the N elements were still in a molten state. He recently had some new ideas about the design of N metal and wanted to discuss it with Hephaestus.

Seeing that he was busy, I could only put the note with my request next to his workbench and turn around and leave.

It is said that he searched for a long time in this world, but still found no news of hell.

He came to this world with two personal purposes, one of which was to find the pure N attribute of this world.

According to the original setting, the N element, also known as the ninth metal, originated from the dark multiverse, so it is not affected by any world laws.

Therefore, whether in the positive matter universe or the antimatter universe, the basic properties of the N genus will not change.

Of course, depending on the purity, the strength and ability of the N attributes in each world are also different.

Dane sometimes suspected that this might be one of the reasons why Doctor Fate's strength varied.

In addition to the divine power bestowed upon Nabu by the Lord of Order, the power of N metal itself is also a very important component. The higher the purity, the stronger the power is usually.

Dane had never seen absolutely pure N-type, so he couldn't judge the purity of the N-type he had obtained.

But these were not worth his attention for the time being, so Dane returned to the Amazon Palace City.

As a historical site with a long history, Alcatraz also has its own library, but according to Hippolyta, that place has not been used for a long time.

Indeed, we cannot expect these female barbarians here, whose minds are filled with only fighting and killing, to know the importance of knowledge.

"Take me there." Dane wanted to check the ancient books to see if there was any way to hell in the documents here.

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He was sure that there was a hell here, but he could never find a way in.

Hippolyta took him to the Amazon library, a very magnificent building, styled like a parliament, very solemn.

The buildings are engraved with stories of Greek gods and legends of heroes.

"This is the library, but I have to warn you, according to the young warriors, this place is a bit strange, so you'd better be mentally prepared."

Hippolyta's words made him feel a little strange, but he put it aside for the time being, and used both hands to slowly push open the stone door weighing dozens of tons.

It seems the Amazons of Devil's Island really don't like reading, as the collection of books here is starting to gather dust.

Dane thought no one was here, but he was wrong.

"who is it?"

Dane heard voices, but saw no one.

"A man?" The voice sounded like a woman. "How incredible! Devil's Island actually allowed a living man to land!"

Dane immediately realized that this was an invisible person, and he immediately activated all his visual super powers.

The power of Zansha absorbs a lot of super powers. Just the visual system includes microscopic, super long-sighted, perspective, infrared, ultraviolet, abnormal electromagnetic waves and other vision.

If all these visual fields were opened daily, the world in Dane's eyes would become indescribable, extremely strange, and make people feel dizzy.

For people who grew up in ignorance, it is better not to face the true face of the world easily, because that would be really weird.

Dane switched several perspectives in succession, and finally, after turning on the electromagnetic wave vision, he discovered a shadow inside the library.

"He looked like he was looking for something, and he seemed to have found it. What was it?"

The female voice seemed to be explaining from a third-party perspective, but when she noticed Dane's eyes on her, she seemed to be stunned.

"Impossible? He can see me?"

"Yes, I can see you."

Dane also noticed at this moment that the person in front of him was not hiding, but because she had no physical body at all, she was a soul.

There were slight differences between the souls of the two worlds, which made him unable to react for a moment.

He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, they had turned into the eyes of death, and the black sclera gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Under the eyes of the god of death, the woman's soul was seen clearly by him.

This is a woman covered in a black robe. Her purple-red hair is very eye-catching and her face is so beautiful that she is almost as beautiful as Diana.

Dane felt that she was somewhat similar to the French actress Eva Green. They both had an exotic charm that was hard to describe but could be strongly felt.

At first glance, Dane knew that this woman was a witch. The temperament of a female scholar who pursued mysterious power could not be hidden. This was true for Zatanna, Joan, and the witches.

"A witch?"

"You can actually see me!" The woman's soul was shocked, but then she floated over excitedly and circled around Dane's body.

"For nearly a thousand years, you are the only one who can see me!"

Dane looked around and felt a little weird. He had been locked up in a place like this for thousands of years, but he didn't go crazy?

He introduced himself to the witch soul: "Hello, ma'am, you can call me Shazam. May I ask who you are?"

"Your name is Shazam? That doesn't sound like a name. My name is Circe. Have you heard of that name?"

If I hadn't read comics for a few years, I might not have known it.

Circe? Isn't that one of Wonder Woman's classic villains?

In the normal version, she is a witch who is good at black magic, and may have the power of Hecate, the goddess of night and the underworld. This is very powerful. This goddess is in charge of magic and is the source of magical power.

"Circe? Why are you here?"

Cersei had a frustrated expression on her face, completely different from the witch that Dane had in mind, who had played with humans and was now infamous.

"Because of the War of the Gods, I was murdered by someone... or perhaps a god."

What made her depressed was that she died so quickly that she didn't even know who did it.

But she is a witch after all, and has been transformed by some of Hecate's divine power. In essence, she is no longer a human being, but a chosen one of God, immortal and indestructible.

Therefore, although her body was destroyed, her soul continued to exist in the world in another form.

But Hera didn't know why, but when she threw the Super Queen to Hippolyta, she trapped Circe's soul in this library.

Although she likes reading very much, it doesn't mean that she is willing to stay here for a thousand years!

Isn't this imprisonment?

Chapter 349: Shazam's slacking off and his teammates fighting hard

After hearing what Circe said, Dayne suddenly understood what Hippolyta had just said.

"You're here alone, and no one else knows?"

Cersei's expression became even more dejected. "Mortals cannot see my soul, even though I've tried so hard to remind them..."

"Excuse me." Dane almost thought he had misheard. "You said you gave them a hint? How did you do it?"

Cersei raised her hand, and Dane felt a fluctuation of magic. It was amazing. There was a fluctuation of magic when she cast a spell, but her soul was completely undetectable.

In other words, the power that keeps her soul alive isn't magic?

Cersei seemed to have cast some spell, and the books on the surrounding bookshelves flew up and floated in the air.

"Is that how you reminded them?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Circe asked in confusion.

No wonder Hippolyta said this place was a bit strange. If he couldn't see Circe, any ordinary person who was here would not only find it strange, but would also find it weird.

"I think there might be something wrong with your method..." Dane thought the witch was a little cute in her silly way.

"I just heard you talking to yourself. Why did you do that?"

Circe was a little embarrassed, and was very embarrassed to be heard by outsiders. She explained, "I have been alone here for too long. If I don't find a chance to talk, I am afraid that I will lose my ability to speak."

Although a qualitative change has taken place in her essence, Circe was once a human being after all, and her language function may be lost if she does not practice it frequently.

But no one has been here for a long time. Dane guessed that she should spend more time here reading, maintaining her language function and thinking ability in this way.

It can be seen that Cersei is very happy. She keeps circling around Dayne, looking at every inch of him.

"You have a very strong physique," she praised, "and you possess a power I cannot understand, very similar to divine power."

It is a power formed by the fusion of the power of Shazam and the power of Zamsha, and also contains some other super powers.

"But your powers are very mixed. Won't they conflict with each other?" Circe seemed very interested.

Her phantom palm stroked across Dane's body, looking like she was caressing him, but Dane didn't feel anything.

"You need to streamline your powers. Too many attributes of power piled together will make them like a powder keg."

Dane also noticed this problem, but he was not in a hurry to deal with them. This was the risk that had to be taken to gain this power.

He needed some time to sort out the capabilities of the power of Zansha. This was not a task that could be completed overnight.

So Dane changed the subject: "Cersei, you've been here for so long, you should have read all the books here, right?"

Circe flew into the air, and the floating books danced with her body.

She said proudly, "Of course. How long do you think I've been here? I've read all the books here. All of them!"

That was perfect, as it saved Dane the trouble of flipping through the books one by one. He asked directly, "Then do you know how to get to Hell?"

"Hell?" Circe frowned. "Who would go to a place like that?"

"I have something to go do."

This made Circe embarrassed, but she still said kindly: "That is the root of all evil, and it is also the place where demons are rampant. Once you go down there, it will be difficult to come back..."

She was quite kind, but Dain was very persistent, so Cersei could only move one of the books on the bookshelf in front of her. With a thought, the book automatically turned the pages and came to one of them.

"There is a spell recorded here that can take you to the dimension of hell, but this ritual requires you to commit murder... This is too terrible..."

Dane came over to her, took the book in his hand, and looked at the page carefully.

It records that to go to hell, not only a special spell is required, but also a special secret ceremony. The caster needs to sacrifice a living life, preferably a human life.

If it's a clergyman, the success rate is even higher. If the person is extremely evil, the spell is almost certain to succeed.

These conditions can actually be met at once.