[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

The half-elf in the cloak couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Judging from that wave of magic power, it was not someone who could fully master it. That power could not attack Batman accurately, but it spread to the area centered on Batman at this moment.

If he hadn't put the two humans into a deep sleep, they would be rolling with their heads in their arms because of the magic.

Clark's arrival here was quite unexpected. The child's resistance to magic, spirit and other forces is too weak, and he will definitely be affected.

Sure enough—Clark, who was worried about the godfather and used his super strength to come over, suddenly couldn't help but bent down, covering his head.

"Hmm...that's...what?" The sky blue eyes looked at Elrond blankly, and Clark let out a low cry of pain.

The elf took two steps forward, and gently touched Clark's forehead with his slender and elegant hand. The elf language was uttered with power, and the beautiful and song-like elf language was uttered by the deep and elegant voice. A temporary barrier.

After doing this, Clark felt the voice and pain in his head go away.

Elrond continues on to the Black Knight of Gotham.

Bruce Wayne crouched in Batman's shell and calmly endured the unbearable dizziness of ordinary people, while guarding against the two uninvited guests he met during the day.

He quietly reached out to touch his universal belt——

"I'm not hostile, I just don't think Thomas and Martha would want me to sit by and watch his baby suffer." Elrond stopped three paces away from Bruce.

The figure of the devil in the Gotham population stopped, and his face hidden in the black hood quickly lifted up. Even though most of it was covered by black, Clark could still feel the surprise and anger of the other party.

"Who are you?"

There was sharp emotion hidden in the deliberately lowered voice, and Clark couldn't understand why Gotham people always said that Batman was a demon-it was clearly a real human being.

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Obviously the Black Knight of Gotham would never let a stranger use his brain, at least not when he was conscious, so the half-elf had to choose another way.

As Elrond expected, after leaving a certain range, the influence of magic gradually disappeared.It seems that the other party cannot flexibly use the so-called "code", which is at least good news.

Sitting in Batman's Batmobile, Clark looked around excitedly, and even the elf lord couldn't help smiling when he saw him like this.

—isn’t this kid the only one here who can fly without a vehicle?

And the Batman carrying passengers is not at all "relaxed and comfortable" with the two passengers.

He pursed his lips tightly, trying to get his finally calm mind to turn again.

Bruce Wayne has never heard his parents mention knowing such a "friend who glows at night, speaks strange languages, and knows magic very well", and the other party not only relieves Clark Kent's pain in weird ways, but also He called his parents by their first names!

Why would he recognize Batman's identity?This is also the role of magic?If magic can expose his secret, he needs to put on the agenda to make equipment against magic!

——As a control freak, Batman can't tolerate anything he doesn't understand dangling under his nose at all!

When the Batmobile passed through the waterfall and landed in the Batcave, Alfred, who had been notified by the young master, was already waiting by the side.

When the aged butler saw Elrond walking out slowly, he showed a nostalgic smile.

"Alfred, I'm glad to see you as usual." Elrond nodded and smiled at the old butler. The last time we met was more than 20 years ago. When he came to Gotham a few times before, he did not visit Wei En Manor, his gift told him that was not the right time to visit - just a hunch.

"Mr. Elrond, welcome to Wayne Manor again. Time has left no mark on you, and I am already old."

"Time is part of what makes a human being, Alfred."

The older group communicated with each other cordially and friendlyly, forming a feeling of "a gathering of grandpas with good grandchildren (?)".

As for the youth group here——

Wanting to cherish Alfred's rare happy mood, Bruce didn't bother the older group.He just silently calculated how much information he could extract from Clark, who seemed innocent and innocent.

But when he turned his head, he found that Clark, who was looking at everything in the Batcave with curiosity, was staring at him with a pair of blue eyes.

Feeling hit by some kind of light, the black knight silently turned his head away.

——What's the matter with that big stupid dog's eyes? !

"I actually saw Batman," Clark said in a voice of wonder, "I saw a real hero!"

"Batman is no hero!"

The title of hero does not bring joy to Bruce. For the Black Knight of Gotham, Batman is the epitome of the darkness of Gotham. Hero should refer to the fighter who faces everything under the light like Harvey Dent, not batman.

Batman, vigilante means that most of what he does is illegal, but the law can't save Gotham, and he wants to save the city he was born in, built by his parents.

So Bruce answered almost reflexively, and frowned, even though the action was hidden behind the bat mask so no one could see it.

"Master Bruce, this is Mr. Elrond, a friend of Mr. Thomas and Mrs. Martha."

Seemingly aware of the uncomfortable atmosphere here, Alfred introduced to Bruce after the senior group ended their short exchange.

The shrewd and capable old butler was already familiar with every facial expression of the young master, so he added: "They met before you were born."

Bruce Wayne couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "You mean he's almost over 40 years old?"

"I don't know the exact figure, but I think your answer needs to be multiplied by at least fifteen."

"..."

The Black Knight of Gotham felt that this ridiculous night was exhausting him. He had traveled so many places before, and he had never-never, never dealt with monsters!

So he decided to get to work, and work calmed him down!

"You know what that is." He looked at Elrond firmly, and Bruce even suspected that the elves would appear in that place at night just for the so-called "code".

Elrond nodded.

"The Code, though it is called, is not a book."

Elrond paused, then asked if he could borrow a pen and paper, and soon the Universal Butler gave him a stack.

"You can use the computer." The owner of the Batcave granted permission—his high-level files were encrypted separately anyway.

"I think it's better not to." The small town boy who had been standing beside Elrond and listening carefully shrugged. "The godfather and the computer are naturally at odds."

In Clark's view, the only thing Elrond, who knows everything, can't control in this world is the computer-even if he is asked to press the power button, the computer will automatically strike.

Elrond drew on paper a crystalline object that appeared to be three crystals floating in a hollow circle.

"It's the code."

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In that ice and snow world, there are three codes, that is, three crystals, which are in charge of life, death and soul respectively.

One gives life, one brings death, and one controls the soul.

No one knows why it is called Codex, there are no gods and fairy tales, no fantasy and legends in this world, only the snow that never changes all year round, and a group of carefree people.

And the three codes are the highest beliefs of people in this world.

When people want a new life, they pray to the code of life for new life to come, when people are old and have spent all the wonderful life, they pray to the code of death for eternal sleep, and the soul will be included in the code of soul, according to The choice in life is either to be protected by eternity, or to invest in the life of the heart.

Until one day, a meteor crashed into the end of the earth, and the three crystals flew away under the impact, and people lost their faith. That period was the most chaotic and dark time in the world. After a long, long time, people struggled to survive and Guarding and fighting, in the end, people rely on their own feet to stand on the devastated land and have a new life.

Destiny will give birth and death, and the power of the soul will be transformed into animal-shaped soul bodies to accompany them. Some of the human souls will evolve into spiritual guides, and then the masters will become guides and sentries.

Human beings in that world have found a way to go on in their own way.

"I didn't expect to feel the power of the Codex of Souls here." Elrond was surprised, it hadn't actually seen the Codex of Souls with its own eyes, but Alpha felt the familiar power when he built the barrier for Clark.

As holy beasts who once guarded the code, Alpha and Palladia are all too familiar with the power of the code.

"What does it do?" Batman prefers to take action rather than worry, and he can make early plans only by knowing himself and the enemy.

The voice of Alpha came from Elrond's head.

——It can interfere with the soul in all directions. Simply put, it can manipulate the soul.

The white lion appeared from the waterfall on the water waves, and it tracked the whereabouts of Codex when Elrond chose to take Bruce back to Wayne Manor.

"Mr. Alpha." Alfred obviously knew a lot about white lions, which gave Bruce a sigh of relief. It is not a pleasant thing for anyone to see a shiny lion stepping into his home, let alone territorial awareness. Batman ten times stronger than anyone else.

The white lion nodded to Mr. Steward. He couldn't communicate freely with people other than his master, so he could only let the elf lord convey it on his behalf.

The author has something to say:

Clark here is younger than the old man, and the old man is a hero who made his debut earlier. He is considering whether to join Lightning, Green Arrow (American drama)... Well, if there is no accident, the king will appear in the next chapter.

King: I am very unhappy!

I was sick before and haven't updated it, and I will update it for a week from today as compensation.

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