As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

Magical spells such as "unlock", uttered as "lock open," can reverse reality and make the spell work.

The reason why these magical spells are recited is that there is a price to be paid by mortals using magic.

Irony adds a layer of camouflage and a layer of misdirection, so that the original owner of the magic can not detect it when casting the spell.

The original masters of those magics are the abyss, the dark world, and the unspeakable darkness.

It is an existence that makes Mr. Irony fear and dare not look directly.

But after touching Eric's spiritual world, he immediately felt a similar but darker and terrifying existence.

The spiritual power is far beyond that of ordinary people, and the boundless and vast spiritual world is full of existences that he cannot understand.

And the moisture formed by the weird and terrifying invisible things constantly devoured the spiritual power that he probed into.

In the dark and boundless space, blue fluorescent icy clouds glowed.

The black Gotham City appeared in the chaos, and was then swallowed by the boundless darkness. A black bat-shaped monster with huge wings appeared in the darkness, and then flashed by, he heard the faint "Barbatos".

The nameless octopus, the nightmarish mermaid sculpture...

He even vaguely touched the scent of those magical creators in the depths.

A terrifying darkness, those magical creators seem to be on the move because of his probing.

Have you been discovered by those beings? !

Mr. Irony, who was exploring Eric's spiritual world, was immediately startled, and his heart was instantly filled with fear.

Even if he is a famous big man in the magic world, he has never seen such a strange and complex spiritual world.

He swore that the spiritual world of Constantine, which he was most reluctant to explore, was as pure as an angel compared to this guy.

He used to think that the youth who shattered his elemental barrier was a monster, but now he has changed his mind.

This guy is a hundred times scarier!

The idea of ​​controlling the opponent's spirit was instantly abandoned by Mr. Irony. The only thing he wanted to do at this time was to quickly escape from the opponent's spiritual world.

Although Mr. Irony has probed a lot in Eric's spiritual world, what happened outside is only a moment.

Seeing the opponent's wand pointing at him, but the movement stopped, of course Eric would not miss this good opportunity to break free from the opponent's rope control, stretch out his hand, and squeeze the opponent's throat.

Although the lightning-like existence lingers on the opponent's body, forming a solid defense, and these lightnings are still weakening their own strength.

But as long as you hold the other party's neck, even if you can't twist it off, you can make it impossible for him to speak.

"Well......"

Sweaty and lethargic Mr. Irony finally escaped from Eric's spiritual world after consuming a lot of mental energy.

Immediately after returning to the real world, I felt a tingling in my throat.

He wanted to chant an ironic incantation, but was unable to speak because Eric pinched his throat.

At the same time, a crimson laser was emitted from Eric's eyes, which suddenly hit the opponent's face.

The protective barrier composed of lightning and beams suddenly dimmed a lot.

"Well......"

Mr. Irony, who was in a crisis situation, tried his best to maintain the magic borrowed from Taboo, so that it would not get out of control.

But the thermal sight power in Eric's eyes kept rising.

Boom!

The free right hand slammed a punch, hitting the opponent's chest heavily.

The blue lightning and light beams that were constantly walking around Mr. Irony's body dimmed again.

boom!

At the moment when the last barrier was broken, Mr. Irony was hit and flew out.

His hot gaze was instantly shifted to his arm by his magic.

With a burst of blood shot out, Mr. Irony's left hand was cut off by the hot sight emitting powerful energy.

"Well......"

Mr. Irony, who was enduring the excruciating pain, immediately cast magic to heal the wound on his arm.

At this time, he didn't want to fight again, and he had a retreat in his heart.

He has nothing to do with this mysterious owl organization, and has no intention of working for the other party.

It's just that a magic book about black magic that was tracked down before is in the hands of the owl organization. In order to exchange the magic book, he had to cooperate with the other party.

I thought it was just a simple task, but I didn't expect to encounter such a difficult opponent.

He possesses unimaginable power and speed, and in terms of mental power, it is simply beyond his imagination.

Mr. Irony endured the pain of the broken arm, silently reciting irony magic, and while constructing a barrier to block the opponent, he summoned a portal.

At the same time, in a cold apartment building, a black-haired girl with delicate facial features was wearing her father's magic dress, practicing the transformation magic that she had just learned.

Suddenly!

A portal suddenly opened in the room.

The next second, Mr. Irony clutched his broken arm and staggered out of the portal.

The surprised girl immediately ran over to support her father.

"dad......?!"

"Don't talk, Zatanna!"

Mr. Irony endured the pain and waved his magic wand to close the portal.

Zatanna looked through the portal in shock and disbelief, and saw another person wearing an owl mask.

The scarlet red in his eyes flashed, and the whole person exuded a heart-pounding aura.

That... owl mask, the guy who hurt Dad? !

Zatanna gritted her teeth.

asshole!

I will make you pay!

......

In the labyrinth of the Owl Council, Eric looked at Mr. Irony who used the escape door to escape, and put away his hot eyes.

Take a deep breath and clear your dizzy head.

Walking into the rubble, he looked at Clark, who was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath.

That kind of weird magical lightning not only has paralysis properties, but also continues to drain the power from the body, so Clark still hasn't recovered.

"Clark, you always surprise me."

Eric said in a complicated tone: "I remember you promised me that I would go back to the farm."

Clark took a breath and stood up, "Yes, I lied. Didn't my father tell me that it's okay to lie when necessary? And...isn't the truth as I feared? You're in some little trouble. , I think it's necessary for me to appear this time, just like last time you suddenly appeared behind Coach Watt, didn't you?"

Clark sighed in the direction where Mr. Irony disappeared, and said with a complicated expression: "I've never seen that kind of thing before, is it magic?"

"You'll see more in the future, but for now, you need to go home."

As soon as Eric's voice fell, there was a big noise in the Owl Council not far away, followed by the chaotic sound of footsteps.

Chapter 47 Darkseid is dead and Eric stands

Hearing the noise from the Owl Council Hall, Eric looked up.

The members of the parliament who witnessed Mr. Irony's defeat with their own eyes were frightened by the strength shown by the so-called "people of the motherland", and could no longer maintain their calm and rational appearance on the surface. They left their seats and fled in a hurry.

Bang!

The air fluctuated, Eric's super speed was activated, and he instantly moved into the hall of the Owl Council.

With one hand, he grabbed the bewildered Speaker's neck.

"Looks like this game of hide and seek, the final victory belongs to me."

With a chuckle, Eric twisted his neck, and the eyes under the owl mask gave off a creepy crimson light.

"You... who the **** are you?"

The Speaker's neck was strangled, his face flushed red, and he tried his best to squeeze a few words out of his throat.

He had witnessed the battle between Eric and Mr. Irony before, and the visually striking battle they showed made him unable to maintain his composure.

"What a strange question."

Eric's grip on the opponent's neck continued to increase, "You claim to be the shadow of this city and create everything in this city, but why haven't you even investigated my identity? Or, you are just a bunch of idiots. , only pretending to be a deep rat in the sewers?"

"I...please forgive me!"

The speaker, who has always been high and claimed to be a god, finally revealed his fear, "I...I will give you everything you want and satisfy any vision you have."

"Sorry, I'm a little tired of this game. If it's Gotham's group of owls, they'd still be interested in playing with them, but you...it's time to leave."

As soon as the voice fell, a red hot gaze radiated from his eyes.

The wide-eyed heat gaze hit the Speaker's eyes, and the high-temperature heat instantly melted the opponent's eye sockets.

Letting go, the speaker's body fell heavily to the ground.

The people of the parliament who fled, saw the tragic state of the Speaker, and screamed even more in horror.

A woman in a delicate dress was running screaming. The next second, she felt a sharp pain in her back. With a bang, she hit the wall near the bench and fell down into a ball.

The parliamentary girl who used the most vicious means to brutally kill the enemy, her chest was directly pierced by a hot gaze, her feet were smashed, and she fell headfirst in front of the owl statue.

Lying there quietly, panting heavily, his hot face buried on the ground, tears of fear and unwillingness flowed out, as hot and heavy as the blood of those killed by himself.

The lamp above the parliament was also damaged, and the "chichi" flashed a few times and went out.

The man wearing a black exquisite and elegant dress was hit by a live power cord that was cut off. His consciousness instantly felt a dull impact, and then his body shook frantically and fell forward.

......

When Clark entered the Council of Owls, he saw corpses all over the floor, flashing lights, red blood on the ground, and wires bursting with sparks from time to time.

"Eric..."

Clark looked at Eric who was expressionless beside him in shock, "You...killed them?"

"A group of mice, if they die, they die."

Taking off the owl mask he was wearing, Eric threw it to the ground and smashed it with one foot.

"You don't have to mourn for them, just mourn those they killed."

"But...but!"

Clark's emotions were full of shock and incomprehension, "Even if they are villains, they should be handed over to the law."

"They are the law, Clark, and not even the law can judge them."

Eric's eyes gradually turned cold, "The law also protects these mice who think they are the ruling class. If you want to play within their rules, be prepared to be shattered, so... put away Your useless justice and compassion."

"Maybe some of these people are innocent, not all terrorists, you can't generalize them."

Clark's tone was still incomprehensible, "You shouldn't do this, Eric."

"Innocents? Maybe, maybe not, but... who cares?"

Eric's eyes flickered with a light that was so calm that it was almost indifferent. "There is a group of people who believe in the survival of the fittest, so... fight them in this way, instead of using laws and rules."

"I think......"

Clark was silent for a moment, raised his head and looked into Eric's eyes, "Eric, we are not gods and have no right to judge. I will never raise me to a stage where I can judge because of my strength, I am more It's fear, I fear that my power will do harm to those around me, I fear that my power makes the world frightened... Eric, I don't want you to be that kind of person."

"That's what makes us different."

Eric turned and walked forward, "But there is one thing you said wrong, I don't consider myself a god, because I have the weakness that everyone in this world will have."

He walked to a wall and threw a punch.

The wall was blasted open by a huge force, and a hidden space appeared in front of him.

Eric stepped on the gravel and entered the secret lair of the Council of Owls.