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Chapter 396 The Lasso of Truth Binds the Finger Insect. Can the Finger Insect Use Sign Language?

Chapter 396 The Lasso of Truth Binds the Finger Insect. Can the Finger Insect Use Sign Language?

"That's—" Superman's eyes widened, "a left hand?"

That's right, the object that was thrown over was a hand. It was slender and fair, and anyone who saw it would subconsciously think that its owner must be very beautiful.

Strangely, no blood flowed from the severed arm, as if it had always been that way.

When the Super Queen saw that only one arm was coming, she breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the ground laughing.

The feeling of surviving a disaster is amazing. She loves being alive; only by being alive can she enjoy everything.

Death Storm and Sea King also breathed a sigh of relief. Rune's oppressive aura was too strong. The moment he landed, he destroyed the defensive artifact that Luther had taken out of the Eternal Rock. With a casual flick of his wrist, he turned the table in the Hall of Sin into a giant stone spear and threw it at Super Queen.

If Luther hadn't pulled Super Queen back, she might have been stabbed through the stomach on the spot, resulting in the deaths of both her and her unborn child.

"Hey, how are you guys?" Barry came over at some point, carrying a bunch of bags of snacks and drinks.

Luther took a deep breath. "Thank you."

They knew nothing about this world, so they had already decided that if they could escape to another world, their first priority would be to get along well with the local inhabitants. Once they were familiar with this new world, they would then rebuild their criminal syndicate.

Among the superheroes present, some were concerned about the group of alien refugees, some discussed how to save the remaining aliens, and others stared intently at the arm.

For example, Batman and Constantine.

They both leaned closer to the hand, but neither dared to touch it.

"What are your thoughts?" Batman asked first. He guessed that the hand probably belonged to the mad wizard that outsiders were talking about, but he wasn't very familiar with magic, and those wizards were quite xenophobic.

Therefore, he might be able to find the answer from a professional.

Constantine, puffing on a Silka cigarette, frowned. "No, I don't have any particular thoughts, but this thing must be something good. The magic inside is truly astonishing—"

Zatanna also came over at this moment, but she deliberately avoided Constantine and did not look at him.

Constantine once tricked three great magicians into joining him to seal a great demon from outer space, but only Constantine returned.

But the most fatal thing is that one of these three great magicians is named Giovanni Zatara, who is Zatanna's father.

The three strongest didn't escape, but the weakest returned. Coupled with Constantine's previous actions, Zatanna was almost convinced that Constantine had betrayed his father and the other two archmages.

For this reason, Zatanna will never forgive Constantine, even though he once had feelings for her.

"I don't think this is some kind of magical artifact." Zatanna looked at Batman. She had known Batman's identity for a long time. Bruce had become an excellent escape artist with her magical help.

A deathly figure dressed in a red uniform and with a deathly pale complexion approached. Although it looked like a vengeful spirit, this guy was actually a superhero.

Deadman's real name was Boston Brand. He was an eccentric circus performer whose code name was Deadman. After being murdered, he became a real dead man.

The goddess of death, Ram, made a deal with him, turning the stuntman into a superhero with abilities such as flight and invisibility.

However, his abilities originated from Ram, and he himself knew nothing about magic. Everyone present knew this, so they didn't understand why the dead man would come over.

"My goddess told me that the owner of this arm is very powerful," the dead man said. "His arrival will change the entire magical world."

"What?" Zatanna's eyes widened, but the dead man didn't explain further.

He was merely relaying Ram's words; he didn't actually intend to study the arm.

However, Zatanna was influenced by what outsiders said and developed a preconceived notion, so she subconsciously believed that the arm's owner would bring bad influence to the magical world.

But Constantine and Batman didn't think so, and they didn't believe the outsider's words, so they exchanged a glance and then quickly looked away.

"The key question is, how will the owner of this arm get into our universe?" Batman said. "After all, there's only one arm here."

Constantine took a deep drag of his cigarette. "Don't look at me. Every mage has a few tricks up his sleeve. I don't know how he's going to—how he's going to—"

The arm floated up as Constantine answered Batman's question.

Zatanna was the first to respond, because in her mind, this arm was another Pandora's box.

"Stop here!"

She tried to use irony to calm the arm down, but the irony struck the arm like a stone falling into the ocean, without causing any ripples.

Superman, who had been keeping a close eye on Batman, immediately appeared beside them. However, he didn't attack right away. Superman knew nothing about magic, so he simply asked, "Do you need help?"

"No/No need!" Batman and Constantine said at the same time, with Batman pressing on Superman's abdomen to stop him from moving forward.

Constantine then explained, "Take my advice, you'd better never touch anything belonging to a sorcerer again. Even if that sorcerer didn't leave any tricks up his sleeve, the magic inside could wipe out America."

Superman blinked; thankfully, he had asked beforehand.

"Will this work?" At this moment, Diana walked over, shaking the Lasso of Truth in her hand, but Constantine shook his head.

"What do you want a hand to say? Sign language?" Constantine was amused by Diana. "None of us here know sign language—"

"I will." Before he could finish speaking, Batman interrupted, and casually pressed down on Diana's hand as she drew her sword.

Aside from not being able to cook, Batman can do everything. But Constantine, unaware of this, stared wide-eyed. "Hey, why are you learning this kind of thing?"

"Because I'm Batman!" Bruce finally said it, but after his daily boasting, he didn't feel much better. The arm in front of him still weighed heavily on his mind.

Meanwhile, his childhood sweetheart was yelling at Constantine, "Damn it, come help me!"

While they were joking around, Zatanna used all the binding spells she could find, but the result was only that the arm moved a little slower.

She needs help, while Constantine is slacking off.

"Okay, okay, after this, can we—" Constantine grinned, making a very lewd gesture with his hands. "...just like a breakup party—"

"roll!"

"————" Constantine sighed, then took a deep drag, stubbed out the cigarette and put it in his pocket, and began to cast a spell to try to stop the arm from moving.

Once he got started, he realized exactly what kind of enemy Zatanna was facing.

"Damn, I feel like I'm in a tug-of-war with a god!" Constantine shouted, and the next movement of his arm made his eyes widen in fury.

It was making some strange gestures, and in its perception, all the magic around it was being mobilized.

"Damn it, it's casting a spell! We were all wrong. This thing isn't some magical artifact; it's part of that mad mage!"

Constantine, upon learning the answer, fell into despair.

In those brief three seconds, the hand had already completed the spell. And judging from his rudimentary knowledge of magic, this spell at least included concepts such as space, piercing, and protection.

Zha Kang, clinging to the last shred of hope, looked at Zatanna.

"The spell this thing casts shouldn't be some kind of profound incantation like dimensional travel, right? —"

However, the pale-faced Zatanna pointed to her arm, and Constantine turned his head to find that a portal had appeared behind her arm.