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Chapter 1049
chapter 0440 part 2
"You said a true Lord, do you mean that Deity?"
Following Natasha Romanoff's Gaze, John Constantine immediately saw Tang Song's Figure.
"Fuck!"
Unprepared, Constantine's Eyes, enhanced with Spiritual Vision Magic, looked directly at Tang Song. The moment he saw Tang Song's Figure, it was like staring directly at the Sun. His Eyes were stimulated by a burst of Golden Light, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
If he hadn't lowered his head in time, the Golden Light, like a Great Sun, could have directly blinded his Eyes.
"Mr. Constantine, are you alright?"
Facing Constantine, who was suddenly crying profusely and rubbing his Eyes hard with his hands, Natasha Romanoff and Barton exchanged Gaze. Natasha Romanoff stepped forward and asked with concern, "Should I call a Doctor?"
"No need!" Constantine wiped the tears from his Eyes with the back of his Right Hand while waving his left hand. "I'll be fine after resting for a while!"
It was true, just as Constantine said. After rubbing for more than ten times, his Eyes stopped tearing, but his swollen red Eyes didn't look fine at all.
"Mr. Constantine, what happened to you just now?"
As a top Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. known as the Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff was very good at collecting Intelligence. So, after returning from the DC Universe, she began collecting Data/Information on the Justice League and even famous Superhero and Villains throughout the entire DC Universe.
This involved finding Comic Books and adapted film/TV Data/Information, which naturally included a detailed introduction to Constantine.
Natasha Romanoff couldn't say she fully understood the Scoundrel Constantine's Personality, but she knew enough to strip him bare.
Facing a man who was alcoholic, lecherous, smoked, and even prostituted himself in some Worlds, if it weren't for his mastery of Black Magic Knowledge and his audacious Personality, John Constantine would be no different from the Thug on the street in her Eyes.
The famous Black Widow had always had a way with such people. "Do you remember the saying in the Bible, 'Thou shalt not look directly upon the Lord'?" John Constantine said indistinctly with a Cigarette in his mouth. He clasped his Arms together, and the Magic Array Diagram on his Arms converged. He used the Magic Sigil on his Arm to dispel the Spiritual Vision Magic in his Eyes.
As the Hexagram Rune on John Constantine's Arm emitted a faint magic presence... many people at the Cocktail Party simultaneously looked over.
In a Corner of the Banquet Hall, several burly Strong Men who were Drunk were gathered together, competing in Strength. One tall, muscular, and fierce-looking Elder felt the Magic Fluctuation, looked back in John Constantine's Direction, and then used his Arm to bump the blonde young man in a Black Suit beside him.
"The Aura of the Eyeball Demon Clan. Strange, wasn't that unlucky Beholder's Eyes dug out and made into Gemstones? This Magic Intensity... could there be another Beholder Lord in Hell!"
"You ask me? How would I know!"
If you looked closely, you would notice that the blonde young man's blinking frequency was dozens of times faster than a Normal Person's. His Pupils were compound Eyes, composed of countless small Eyeball segments, just like a Fly's.
Beelzebub, who was almost knocked flying by the Old Demon Dragon's elbow, gave him a speechless glare, then continued watching the group of people competing in Strength. Thor was holding a huge Golden Cup made of pure Gold, large enough to hold two liters of Fine Wine, and was gulping down the finest Red Wine, spitting Saliva as he boasted about his Strength.
"I shouldn't be called Thor, the God of Thunder. Look everyone, my Muscles, my physique... well, my physique used to be great, hahaha. I'm the strongest in Asgard. No one can surpass me in strength! I can run around Asgard for three days and three nights. I should actually be called the God of Strength!"
Saying this, Thor raised his hand and clenched it. A heavy Hammer flew from somewhere and landed in his hand.
Holding Mjolnir, Thor boasted proudly, "Look, this Mjolnir of mine is made entirely from the heaviest Death Star Core.
It weighs as much as a small Asteroid. If you can lift it, I'll admit your Strength surpasses mine!"
"This Hammer is inscribed with Rune Script and contains a powerful Magical Power. It looks like Aesir Magic. Odin must have cast Magic on it!"
"Odin, I remember him. He poked a Hole in my Tail with that Gungnir! In terms of Strength, he was much stronger than the previous God King Bor. However, although the Aesir have a long Lifespan, compared to us who possess Immortality, the Aesir are just a Short-lived Race!
Hohoho, now I stand here, but Odin is gone! This is the Power of Time!"
"So, how long do you think that one's Lifespan is? I don't want to be a Slave forever."
"Shut up! Don't talk about certain Matters here!"
Just as the Old Demon Dragon and Beelzebub were whispering... Dr. Banner in the Crowd adjusted his Glasses. He naturally understood the situation with Thor's Mjolnir. This Thing wasn't something you could lift just by having Strength.
The King of the Gods Odin had cast Magic on it. Only those with Justice in their hearts could lift it.
He had tried it himself when he transformed into the Hulk. With his Strength, which could easily lift hundreds of tons, he couldn't even make the Hammer budge an inch.
Thor bringing out Mjolnir to compete in Strength was simply cheating... However, as a Friend, Dr. Banner chose not to expose Thor, but instead cast a curious Gaze towards Clark Kent.
He wanted to know if this Superman could lift Mjolnir.
"I'll try!"
Superman, who had drunk a lot of wine, was also feeling a bit Drunk at the moment. After all, considering that many of the guests at this Banquet were Non-human Existences, besides normal Red Wine and Champagne, there were also some Magical Agent wines.
Superman Clark Kent was drinking this stuff. Clark, who had never tasted failure, drank a bit too much and experienced the feeling of being Drunk for the first time in his Life.
Facing Thor's Provocation, he directly opened his hand and gestured towards Thor.
Thor's Eyeball rolled, and he directly threw the Mjolnir in his hand towards Clark Kent.
"You said a true Lord, do you mean that Deity?"
Following Natasha Romanoff's Gaze, John Constantine immediately saw Tang Song's Figure.
"Fuck!"
Unprepared, Constantine's Eyes, enhanced with Spiritual Vision Magic, looked directly at Tang Song. The moment he saw Tang Song's Figure, it was like staring directly at the Sun. His Eyes were stimulated by a burst of Golden Light, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
If he hadn't lowered his head in time, the Golden Light, like a Great Sun, could have directly blinded his Eyes.
"Mr. Constantine, are you alright?"
Facing Constantine, who was suddenly crying profusely and rubbing his Eyes hard with his hands, Natasha Romanoff and Barton exchanged Gaze. Natasha Romanoff stepped forward and asked with concern, "Should I call a Doctor?"
"No need!" Constantine wiped the tears from his Eyes with the back of his Right Hand while waving his left hand. "I'll be fine after resting for a while!"
It was true, just as Constantine said. After rubbing for more than ten times, his Eyes stopped tearing, but his swollen red Eyes didn't look fine at all.
"Mr. Constantine, what happened to you just now?"
As a top Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. known as the Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff was very good at collecting Intelligence. So, after returning from the DC Universe, she began collecting Data/Information on the Justice League and even famous Superhero and Villains throughout the entire DC Universe.
This involved finding Comic Books and adapted film/TV Data/Information, which naturally included a detailed introduction to Constantine.
Natasha Romanoff couldn't say she fully understood the Scoundrel Constantine's Personality, but she knew enough to strip him bare.
Facing a man who was alcoholic, lecherous, smoked, and even prostituted himself in some Worlds, if it weren't for his mastery of Black Magic Knowledge and his audacious Personality, John Constantine would be no different from the Thug on the street in her Eyes.
The famous Black Widow had always had a way with such people. "Do you remember the saying in the Bible, 'Thou shalt not look directly upon the Lord'?" John Constantine said indistinctly with a Cigarette in his mouth. He clasped his Arms together, and the Magic Array Diagram on his Arms converged. He used the Magic Sigil on his Arm to dispel the Spiritual Vision Magic in his Eyes.
As the Hexagram Rune on John Constantine's Arm emitted a faint magic presence... many people at the Cocktail Party simultaneously looked over.
In a Corner of the Banquet Hall, several burly Strong Men who were Drunk were gathered together, competing in Strength. One tall, muscular, and fierce-looking Elder felt the Magic Fluctuation, looked back in John Constantine's Direction, and then used his Arm to bump the blonde young man in a Black Suit beside him.
"The Aura of the Eyeball Demon Clan. Strange, wasn't that unlucky Beholder's Eyes dug out and made into Gemstones? This Magic Intensity... could there be another Beholder Lord in Hell!"
"You ask me? How would I know!"
If you looked closely, you would notice that the blonde young man's blinking frequency was dozens of times faster than a Normal Person's. His Pupils were compound Eyes, composed of countless small Eyeball segments, just like a Fly's.
Beelzebub, who was almost knocked flying by the Old Demon Dragon's elbow, gave him a speechless glare, then continued watching the group of people competing in Strength. Thor was holding a huge Golden Cup made of pure Gold, large enough to hold two liters of Fine Wine, and was gulping down the finest Red Wine, spitting Saliva as he boasted about his Strength.
"I shouldn't be called Thor, the God of Thunder. Look everyone, my Muscles, my physique... well, my physique used to be great, hahaha. I'm the strongest in Asgard. No one can surpass me in strength! I can run around Asgard for three days and three nights. I should actually be called the God of Strength!"
Saying this, Thor raised his hand and clenched it. A heavy Hammer flew from somewhere and landed in his hand.
Holding Mjolnir, Thor boasted proudly, "Look, this Mjolnir of mine is made entirely from the heaviest Death Star Core.
It weighs as much as a small Asteroid. If you can lift it, I'll admit your Strength surpasses mine!"
"This Hammer is inscribed with Rune Script and contains a powerful Magical Power. It looks like Aesir Magic. Odin must have cast Magic on it!"
"Odin, I remember him. He poked a Hole in my Tail with that Gungnir! In terms of Strength, he was much stronger than the previous God King Bor. However, although the Aesir have a long Lifespan, compared to us who possess Immortality, the Aesir are just a Short-lived Race!
Hohoho, now I stand here, but Odin is gone! This is the Power of Time!"
"So, how long do you think that one's Lifespan is? I don't want to be a Slave forever."
"Shut up! Don't talk about certain Matters here!"
Just as the Old Demon Dragon and Beelzebub were whispering... Dr. Banner in the Crowd adjusted his Glasses. He naturally understood the situation with Thor's Mjolnir. This Thing wasn't something you could lift just by having Strength.
The King of the Gods Odin had cast Magic on it. Only those with Justice in their hearts could lift it.
He had tried it himself when he transformed into the Hulk. With his Strength, which could easily lift hundreds of tons, he couldn't even make the Hammer budge an inch.
Thor bringing out Mjolnir to compete in Strength was simply cheating... However, as a Friend, Dr. Banner chose not to expose Thor, but instead cast a curious Gaze towards Clark Kent.
He wanted to know if this Superman could lift Mjolnir.
"I'll try!"
Superman, who had drunk a lot of wine, was also feeling a bit Drunk at the moment. After all, considering that many of the guests at this Banquet were Non-human Existences, besides normal Red Wine and Champagne, there were also some Magical Agent wines.
Superman Clark Kent was drinking this stuff. Clark, who had never tasted failure, drank a bit too much and experienced the feeling of being Drunk for the first time in his Life.
Facing Thor's Provocation, he directly opened his hand and gestured towards Thor.
Thor's Eyeball rolled, and he directly threw the Mjolnir in his hand towards Clark Kent.
