The Richest Man in the DC World

The power of hell monsters is very strong, but they are not enough in front of Luke who is in a strong attack state. Whether it is strength, speed or defense, they all have the upper hand.

At first, the two were able to fight back and forth. As Luke gradually became familiar with the performance of the mecha, the situation began to show a one-sided trend.

The iron fist covered by the blue light is powerful, and every punch will shatter the scales on the inferior demon, leaving a dent in the flesh, and the electric light penetrates into the body, causing double damage.

After several minutes of beating, Luke had to stop, gasping for breath, staring ahead with an ugly face.

The hell monster that was almost smashed into flesh was restored to its original state again. As I have repeated before, this guy seems to be undead, and no matter what it is, it can be restored to its original state.

"Eva."

"Its genetic information has been analyzed and no abnormalities have been found."

"Damn!"

Luke cursed, turned sideways to avoid the claws of the monster, and threw it to the ground with his backhand, with a dazzling blue light on his palms,

boom!

An energy cannon shattered the monster's head, and the flesh and blood mixed with the brown sticky substance splashed around, scattered in various places, and then quickly merged and returned to its original appearance.

"Your uncle!"

Luke swears angrily, whips up the monster's tail and swirls it around, and throws it into the warehouse far away.

boom!

The warehouse collapsed, burying the monster under it, and the next second, Capton rushed out of the stone burial with a roar of laughter, as if mocking Luke's incompetence.

How can I beat you? can you kill me?

The great Lord of Hell stands behind me, and under his protection no one can kill the pious Capton.

I am invincible!

Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!

"Master, I suggest to retreat first."

Luke was silent for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head,

"I have a certain degree of understanding of magic. The monsters that climb out of hell often have powerful bodies and the ability to control flames, but they are not immortal. A simple physical attack can kill them. As for this one..."

After a pause, thinking of something, he quickly said,

"Where's Constantine, where's that bastard?"

"John Constantine left the grove a few minutes ago and is now in a log cabin a mile to the northwest."

"Damn, I knew it would be bad to meet this guy."

Luke prides himself on not being a good person, but he won't sell his teammates like Constantine, even if he sells his teammates, he actually hides secretly and takes advantage of the fisherman.

"Your special mother is really talented!"

Luke sneered, hurried to the monster, grabbed its horn and soared into the air, running towards the northwest.

"Don't you want to run? Lao Tzu throws it in front of you and sees how you run."

The distance of a mile was over in an instant, and the moment he saw Constantine, Luke rudely threw the struggling high demon directly.

The cabin was crushed to pieces by the undead's massive body.

Constantine couldn't dodge in time, and the windbreaker tore a large mouth. When he saw the monster, he screamed and ran away.

How could Kapton let go of the delicious food that was so close at hand, and jumped on it excitedly.

Constantine, don't run, you should melt into Kapton's arms, as long as you eat you, the great Kapton can evolve again and gain more powerful abilities. At that time, he can tear human-shaped metal to shreds. A good way to vent your anger.

Thinking of the beautiful scene in the future, Kapton became more and more excited, using both hands and tails to launch attacks frantically.

Constantine is not at all an opponent of high-level inferior demons, but this guy is surprisingly lucky, and he can always avoid attacks at critical junctures.

The two of you come and go, fighting in the woods.

Luke sits on a rock watching a play,

I applauded when it was intense. Sure enough, things like teammates should be sold. Like Constantine, I would be embarrassed not to sell them.

"Come on, hell detective, kill it, I'm optimistic about you."

Constantine gritted his teeth with hatred. He had always sold his teammates, but he didn't expect to be sold by his teammates when he went out to step on shit today.

Damn, aren't superheroes all kind, upright, brave, and fearless powerhouses that never die for evil creatures? How did it become this kind of virtue when it came to him? Could it be that the black mecha is a scum among scumbags like me!

There was a random thought in his mind, but the reality became more and more critical.

Capton, who could not be attacked for a long time, gradually became mad, his eyes were red, and a group of hellfire appeared on the surface of his body. The flames scattered in various places, igniting the surrounding vegetation.

As a hell creature, Capton is not afraid of fire. Constantine is different. Seeing that the air temperature is rising, he has to hold the cross on his chest and recite the incantation silently. A cross blade composed of light flew out of thin air and cut on the monster.

puff!

Blood spurted out, and two giant cross wounds, one horizontal and one vertical, appeared on the chest covered with scales.

Capton screamed in pain, covered his chest and rolled back and forth on the ground, as if the cross blade had caused him an unimaginable amount of damage.

"This is magic!"

Luke's eyes lit up, and he took a closer look. "Judging from the depth of the wound, the attack power of the Cross of Light is not strong, but it seems to have a strong restraint on monsters."

After the attack, Konstantin's cheeks turned pale, and when he saw the wound on the monster's chest began to heal, he cursed in a low voice, turned and ran to where Luke was,

"Friend, help, this guy is too difficult, deal with it together, and I will give you one-third of the reward."

Luke grinned, looking a little weird

"Do you think I look like the kind of person who is short of money?"

Constantine: "..."

There is no shortage of money these days!

While complaining in my heart, I calculated the time. The time limit for summoning the magic circle was 20 minutes. From just now, about seventeen or eighteen minutes have passed. That is to say, as long as I hide for another three minutes, the damned high-level inferior demons will roll away. back to hell.

It's only three minutes, let's endure it... what a shit!

Constantine begged pitifully,

"Hero, good man, help me, my magic power is not enough, I need time to recover, as long as you help me delay for three minutes, I can send it to hell, and then I will give you all the rewards."

Luke sneered, looking at him like a clown, seeing the monster rushing up, kindly reminded,

"Be careful, that guy is here again."

Constantine stomped his feet angrily, cursing Luke ten thousand times in his heart, but he could only dig into the stone mound in a panic.

Capton followed closely, took a careful look when passing by Luke, and laughed excitedly when he saw that Luke was just sitting there and didn't mean to do anything.

Bastard Constantine, no one can save you this time.