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Chapter 1210
chapter 0511 part 1
Chapter 497: The Roadblocker, Underworld King
Harley Quinn's gaze swept over them, and she waved her hand fiercely, directing the twenty-odd Hulking Men. Their unusual eyes glowing with a strange light like those of a cat demon after being swept by Harley Quinn's gaze, they pulled out pitch black handguns from their waistbands and pockets and rushed into the Alley shrouded in thick mist.
Seeing Harley Quinn's casual, effortless method of spellcasting, Constantine took a deep drag from his cigarette.
As a Shaman, Constantine had mastered the knowledge of various schools, including spell, curse, witchcraft, stealth, and illusions.
He could also control the probability of events, have premonitions about the future, and use magic arts to resist external damage and protect his physical body. He could use sensing art to find others, had driven golems using magic arts originating from ancient Judaism, and had summoned Demons using traditional European dark magic. He was skilled at using magic arrays and talismanic seals for concealment, and could even hide himself from the First of the Fallen using talismanic seals. He could control people's minds to acquire money, and knew how to use quantum magic to find information on the network. Relying on magic, he could travel through Hell.
Yet, the price he paid to obtain this magic knowledge was undeniably heavy.
Once upon a time, obsessed with dark magic, he resorted to every conceivable trick and method for the mystic arts of those Mystical Schools, including cheating, swindling, kidnapping, and abducting.
Kidnapping and extortion, breaking in and theft were commonplace.
In his youth, he used a honey trap to approach the heirs of families with dark magic inheritances who were naive about the world.
Seducing medieval Witches old enough to be his grandmother and exchanging his body for knowledge made him notorious throughout the entire Magic World, and even earned him enmity with quite a few Demon Hunters because of it—
After all, the relationship between Demon Hunters and Witches was well-known. Constantine had cuckolded several Demon Masters from various schools more than once.
Even with Constantine's diligent pursuit of knowledge, he barely managed to master the dark magic knowledge from various schools and countries by his forties, becoming a well-known knowledgeable (scoundrel) Mage in the Magic World! Knowledge of mysticism had always been priceless in the Magic World; it was like gold. Precious knowledge was mostly passed down through bloodline inheritance—
But how long had Harley Quinn been exposed to these mysterious Taoist arts? Two years? Three years?
Opportunity like this truly couldn't be envied! But thankfully, he had also obtained this opportunity!
Constantine stubbed out the nearly burnt-out cigarette in his hand, then felt the inner pocket of his trench coat. The powerful "magic tool" items inside undoubtedly gave him great confidence.
Compared to his previous "creditors"! Constantine had been living quite comfortably under this "Tang Song," "Boss Tang," these past few years. At the very least, this one was very fair in his dealings! And unlike those old friends, He wasn't constantly coveting his soul!
In this day and age, a good Boss was hard to come by. Constantine currently had no plans to change jobs, at least not until he acquired enough "Taoist Arts" knowledge. He was still willing to work under the one surnamed Tang! Constantine took out another Silk Cut cigarette from the pack. After smoking Cuban cigars for a few months, he found he still preferred the taste of these cheap cigarettes.
"Click!" The silver-plated lighter's flint struck, and a burst of firelight flared, illuminating Constantine's unkempt face.
In the firelight of the cigarette, a black figure flashed through the thick mist in the Alley not far away!
Constantine blew out a smoke ring fiercely and exchanged a glance with Harley Quinn, who was beside him, bored to the point of tapping a baseball bat against a car hood. The two walked towards the thick mist, one after the other.
"Da da da—" The sound of leather shoes and high heels on the stone slab road of the old Street Block was exceptionally clear in the silent night. "There's something strange about this mist. I've lost contact with my little pets!"
Harley Quinn paused her steps, flicked a finger, and a White Bone Glazed Bead flew through the air. The Bone Bead transformed into a Skeleton Demon over two meters tall in mid-air and howled as it pounced into the thick mist.
The moment the Skeleton Demon's figure disappeared into the thick mist, Harley Quinn felt she had lost contact with that Skeleton Demon.
Harley Quinn's mouth twitched, and a crazy, clown-like smile appeared on her face: "Little cuties, are you playing a game of hide-and-seek with me?"
Hearing Harley Quinn's crazy laughter, Constantine skillfully quickened his pace and moved away from her side.
Harley Quinn laughed loudly as she reached behind her, pulling out a rocket launcher from who knows where. She shouldered it and aimed at the mist-shrouded area ahead.
"Whoosh!"
The doctored rocket whooshed into the pitch black thick mist, exploding with a boom and turning into a fireball!
From the scattering fireball, countless firelight scattered, and sparks filling the sky turned into fire birds. The fire birds spread their wings and soared into the sky, their scorching high temperature evaporating large areas of the thick mist.
As the thick mist gradually dissipated, a woman wearing a black dress and a veiled hat appeared before Harley Quinn and Constantine, standing there like a sculpture.
"Who are you?"
Constantine looked at the unfamiliar woman before him with some surprise. His gaze inadvertently glanced at the geomantic compass in his left hand.
The pointer on the geomantic compass spun rapidly the moment the woman appeared, clearly indicating that the woman before him was the powerful source of interference.
The woman's face was covered by the hat veil, making her appearance unclear. But in the darkness, Constantine could feel a powerful force gathering on her body. That powerful energy was like when he had directly faced the true body of the First of the Fallen.
Who was she? Why was she here? "Hey, miss! We're looking for two little mice who stole our things. Do you know them?"
Constantine's hand holding the cigarette pinched several clumps of constantly gathering and dispersing black cloud mist. Within the cloud mist were surprisingly several miniature, eerie sword implements. However, Constantine didn't immediately shoot out the Nine Children Ghost Mother Sword in his hand. Instead, he waved his hand towards Harley Quinn behind him, signaling her to calm down.
"Miss!" Constantine shouted loudly, "If there's any misunderstanding here, it's best for both sides to negotiate clearly?"
"Negotiate? Are you here for Xia Dongqing?"
In the darkness, the slightly pale face beneath the woman's veil showed a bit of curiosity and a trace of suppressed anger! "I know what you want. Do you want to snatch my brother's soul? That won't do. Before you, many people have set their sights on my brother. Now their souls are still in the Eighteen Levels of Hell in the Underworld. When I'm bored, I like watching them being tortured and listening to their miserable screams. It makes me feel much better!"
Acha's calm words were colder than the night wind blowing in the deep night.
"Your brother's soul? I think there must be some misunderstanding!"
Constantine's eyes twitched immediately. Accustomed to walking on the edge of a blade year-round and skilled at using one force to destroy another, he knew just from this sentence that Acha before him must have misunderstood them in some way.
Chapter 497: The Roadblocker, Underworld King
Harley Quinn's gaze swept over them, and she waved her hand fiercely, directing the twenty-odd Hulking Men. Their unusual eyes glowing with a strange light like those of a cat demon after being swept by Harley Quinn's gaze, they pulled out pitch black handguns from their waistbands and pockets and rushed into the Alley shrouded in thick mist.
Seeing Harley Quinn's casual, effortless method of spellcasting, Constantine took a deep drag from his cigarette.
As a Shaman, Constantine had mastered the knowledge of various schools, including spell, curse, witchcraft, stealth, and illusions.
He could also control the probability of events, have premonitions about the future, and use magic arts to resist external damage and protect his physical body. He could use sensing art to find others, had driven golems using magic arts originating from ancient Judaism, and had summoned Demons using traditional European dark magic. He was skilled at using magic arrays and talismanic seals for concealment, and could even hide himself from the First of the Fallen using talismanic seals. He could control people's minds to acquire money, and knew how to use quantum magic to find information on the network. Relying on magic, he could travel through Hell.
Yet, the price he paid to obtain this magic knowledge was undeniably heavy.
Once upon a time, obsessed with dark magic, he resorted to every conceivable trick and method for the mystic arts of those Mystical Schools, including cheating, swindling, kidnapping, and abducting.
Kidnapping and extortion, breaking in and theft were commonplace.
In his youth, he used a honey trap to approach the heirs of families with dark magic inheritances who were naive about the world.
Seducing medieval Witches old enough to be his grandmother and exchanging his body for knowledge made him notorious throughout the entire Magic World, and even earned him enmity with quite a few Demon Hunters because of it—
After all, the relationship between Demon Hunters and Witches was well-known. Constantine had cuckolded several Demon Masters from various schools more than once.
Even with Constantine's diligent pursuit of knowledge, he barely managed to master the dark magic knowledge from various schools and countries by his forties, becoming a well-known knowledgeable (scoundrel) Mage in the Magic World! Knowledge of mysticism had always been priceless in the Magic World; it was like gold. Precious knowledge was mostly passed down through bloodline inheritance—
But how long had Harley Quinn been exposed to these mysterious Taoist arts? Two years? Three years?
Opportunity like this truly couldn't be envied! But thankfully, he had also obtained this opportunity!
Constantine stubbed out the nearly burnt-out cigarette in his hand, then felt the inner pocket of his trench coat. The powerful "magic tool" items inside undoubtedly gave him great confidence.
Compared to his previous "creditors"! Constantine had been living quite comfortably under this "Tang Song," "Boss Tang," these past few years. At the very least, this one was very fair in his dealings! And unlike those old friends, He wasn't constantly coveting his soul!
In this day and age, a good Boss was hard to come by. Constantine currently had no plans to change jobs, at least not until he acquired enough "Taoist Arts" knowledge. He was still willing to work under the one surnamed Tang! Constantine took out another Silk Cut cigarette from the pack. After smoking Cuban cigars for a few months, he found he still preferred the taste of these cheap cigarettes.
"Click!" The silver-plated lighter's flint struck, and a burst of firelight flared, illuminating Constantine's unkempt face.
In the firelight of the cigarette, a black figure flashed through the thick mist in the Alley not far away!
Constantine blew out a smoke ring fiercely and exchanged a glance with Harley Quinn, who was beside him, bored to the point of tapping a baseball bat against a car hood. The two walked towards the thick mist, one after the other.
"Da da da—" The sound of leather shoes and high heels on the stone slab road of the old Street Block was exceptionally clear in the silent night. "There's something strange about this mist. I've lost contact with my little pets!"
Harley Quinn paused her steps, flicked a finger, and a White Bone Glazed Bead flew through the air. The Bone Bead transformed into a Skeleton Demon over two meters tall in mid-air and howled as it pounced into the thick mist.
The moment the Skeleton Demon's figure disappeared into the thick mist, Harley Quinn felt she had lost contact with that Skeleton Demon.
Harley Quinn's mouth twitched, and a crazy, clown-like smile appeared on her face: "Little cuties, are you playing a game of hide-and-seek with me?"
Hearing Harley Quinn's crazy laughter, Constantine skillfully quickened his pace and moved away from her side.
Harley Quinn laughed loudly as she reached behind her, pulling out a rocket launcher from who knows where. She shouldered it and aimed at the mist-shrouded area ahead.
"Whoosh!"
The doctored rocket whooshed into the pitch black thick mist, exploding with a boom and turning into a fireball!
From the scattering fireball, countless firelight scattered, and sparks filling the sky turned into fire birds. The fire birds spread their wings and soared into the sky, their scorching high temperature evaporating large areas of the thick mist.
As the thick mist gradually dissipated, a woman wearing a black dress and a veiled hat appeared before Harley Quinn and Constantine, standing there like a sculpture.
"Who are you?"
Constantine looked at the unfamiliar woman before him with some surprise. His gaze inadvertently glanced at the geomantic compass in his left hand.
The pointer on the geomantic compass spun rapidly the moment the woman appeared, clearly indicating that the woman before him was the powerful source of interference.
The woman's face was covered by the hat veil, making her appearance unclear. But in the darkness, Constantine could feel a powerful force gathering on her body. That powerful energy was like when he had directly faced the true body of the First of the Fallen.
Who was she? Why was she here? "Hey, miss! We're looking for two little mice who stole our things. Do you know them?"
Constantine's hand holding the cigarette pinched several clumps of constantly gathering and dispersing black cloud mist. Within the cloud mist were surprisingly several miniature, eerie sword implements. However, Constantine didn't immediately shoot out the Nine Children Ghost Mother Sword in his hand. Instead, he waved his hand towards Harley Quinn behind him, signaling her to calm down.
"Miss!" Constantine shouted loudly, "If there's any misunderstanding here, it's best for both sides to negotiate clearly?"
"Negotiate? Are you here for Xia Dongqing?"
In the darkness, the slightly pale face beneath the woman's veil showed a bit of curiosity and a trace of suppressed anger! "I know what you want. Do you want to snatch my brother's soul? That won't do. Before you, many people have set their sights on my brother. Now their souls are still in the Eighteen Levels of Hell in the Underworld. When I'm bored, I like watching them being tortured and listening to their miserable screams. It makes me feel much better!"
Acha's calm words were colder than the night wind blowing in the deep night.
"Your brother's soul? I think there must be some misunderstanding!"
Constantine's eyes twitched immediately. Accustomed to walking on the edge of a blade year-round and skilled at using one force to destroy another, he knew just from this sentence that Acha before him must have misunderstood them in some way.
