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Chapter 810
chapter 0340 part 2
Uh, although Constantine's soul had already been promised by him to at least a dozen Hell-Lords, dimensional Evil Gods, plus a few Angels from Heaven who were eyeing him, and even that Lord was waiting for him.
But with many debts, one doesn't worry. So many people eyeing him only showed that his soul had value. The more it was branded, the more it could incite the Demons' desire to fight over it.
Constantine had dealt with those Evil Gods and Demons for a long time and found that these guys were pretty much like humans, or even worse than humans.
He had used the possessiveness of these Evil Gods and Demons to trick them countless times. Even the famous Hell-Lord Lucifer had once been toyed with by him.
However, his behavior was like walking a tightrope. Once he lost balance, his fate would be a hundred times more miserable than souls burned by raging fire in Hell. That's why he desperately sought any power that could serve as his bargaining chip.
After drawing the magic array, Constantine felt inside his trench coat and pulled out a crystal gemstone identical to the one before. Streams of black energy occasionally rose within the gemstone, clearly showing he had tricked his Old Friend.
As Constantine placed the gemstone in the center of the magic array, he made magic gestures with his hands and began to mutter incantations.
Magic arrays simultaneously flashed with radiance on his arms and on the tattoos on his back.
Those were contracts Constantine had signed with certain ancient devils. He sold his soul to them in exchange for the ability to borrow the power of these ancient Demons.
An endless stream of magic power flowed through Constantine, the medium, into the magic array—
However, this time, the duration of the magic power infusion was unexpectedly long—
Marvel Universe Federation, New York, Sea Area near Manhattan. On the Deck of the 'Great Tang' super yacht, several dining tables were set, laden with various delicacies. Sliced and roasted white truffle emitted a special aroma.
Fatty tuna sashimi freshly cut from a recently caught bluefin tuna. The pink fish meat was wrapped in seaweed, and one bite was full of fresh, sweet taste.
Beluga sturgeon caviar, costing several thousand US dollars per box, was casually piled up on the side, like dipping sauce for a buffet.
Slices of Libyan ham, carved as thin as cicada wings, covered the plates.
And various freshly grilled seafood, brought onto the Deck by chefs as if in a flowing stream.
A group of long-legged Victoria's Secret supermodels wore bikinis. In front of them were champagne, red wine, and whiskey, various kinds of alcohol. They clustered around Tang Song and Scott Lang, listening to Ant-Man recount his adventure story from Another Universe.
According to Scott Lang, they had traveled through over a dozen Parallel Universes, encountering all sorts of strange life forms and many strange Worlds.
In these Universes were certain alien mechanical lifeforms that could transform into cars. They were infiltrating Earth, divided into two factions, fighting each other.
In one Parallel Universe, Vampires ruled Earth. Humans were raised like livestock for blood bags, reduced to mere animals.
In a Parallel Universe, humanity formed the Earth Federation, but they also had enemies. Human warships were at war in the Milky Way Galaxy with monsters called Zerg, the war extending across several star systems.
In some Parallel Universes, the entire Earth suffered a doomsday catastrophe. The land was submerged, and the World became a vast ocean. Recalling this adventure, Scott Lang downed half a glass of whiskey in one gulp, looked at Tang Song, his expression becoming increasingly bitter: "Mr. Tang, you don't know, we traveled through over a dozen Universes, collected a lot of data from Parallel Universes, and there were as many as seven Parallel Universes that encountered the end of the world. Floods, Frozen, Earthquakes, Robot rebellions, Earth always seems to be full of calamities!"
The Victoria's Secret supermodels nearby giggled, some holding seashell spoons tasting the delicious caviar, others gathered together savoring the expensive red wine in their cups. Clearly, they were listening to Scott Lang's adventure as if it were just a story.
Only three people were seriously listening to Ant-Man recount the Avengers' adventure experience. One was naturally Boss Tang,
He toyed with the whiskey wine glass in his hand, quietly listening to Scott Lang recount the Universes he had experienced, while comparing them with the plot in his distant memory.
Mechanical lifeforms that could transform into cars, Transformers? The war between the Zerg and the Earth Federation was clearly Starship Troopers.
As for the Parallel Universe where Vampires ruled Earth, Tang Song had some impression, but only some impression.
As for the several doomsday worlds, in his memory, there were at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, Hollywood films with this theme. Even though Tang Song's memory was superhuman, he really had no method to deduce what World it was from Scott Lang's bits and pieces.
On Tang Song's wrist, Artificial Intelligence Red Queen recorded Ant-Man's words one by one, analyzing the unique features of this Universe from these words.
In the future, these Universes might become the material providers for the Heavenly Palace he was building. Ding ding ding! Giselle held a knife and fork, cutting the medium-rare beef in front of her. The slightly trembling knife and fork clinked against the plate. A Latino Victoria's Secret supermodel nearby saw this scene, thought the sea breeze was making her body cold, and kindly draped a jacket over her.
"Thank you!"
Giselle looked up at the model beside her, wrapped the jacket tighter around herself, and at the same time declined her invitation to taste the caviar.
She continued to cut the steak in front of her with her dining knife. It wasn't that she had a special fondness for this piece of Wagyu, but rather that the dining knife was the only weapon she could get her hands on.
The reason she was trembling was that, using the micro-expression knowledge she had learned, she couldn't detect any sign of lying on the face of this man named Scott Lang.
If all of this was true, over a dozen Parallel Universes, the interests and secrets involved were unimaginable.
But why would he let them hear this, unless he wasn't worried at all that they would leak this information.
Giselle stole a glance at Tang Song's profile, thinking of the Female Agents he had mentioned who were sent to Alien Planets.
Her face pale, she gripped the dining knife in her hand tightly, feeling the slight, insignificant sense of security the cold metal brought her.
"Scott, you've experienced so many Universes. Based on my understanding of Tony and Captain, they aren't the type to stand by and do nothing. Didn't you think about helping those Universes that encountered doomsday catastrophe?"
Tang Song unhurriedly spread a spoonful of caviar onto a slice of bread. The salty, fresh, slightly fishy taste... hmm, truly not great.
"What could we do?" Scott gave a bitter smile: "In one Parallel Universe, Earth civilization developed extremely powerful artificial intelligence. Those artificial intelligence later developed self-awareness and instead imprisoned humanity, using them as batteries!"
"We once thought about interfering. Mr. Stark used his AI assistant to implant a virus inside those mechanical lifeforms, and we helped the Human Faction achieve victory!"
"But what we got in return wasn't gratitude. Earth had long been destroyed in the war between artificial intelligence and humanity. Nuclear clouds covered the sky everywhere. No one wanted to live in this World. They wanted to return to the Virtual World the mechanical lifeforms had constructed for them! We helped them achieve victory, but what we got in return was endless resentment!"
Uh, although Constantine's soul had already been promised by him to at least a dozen Hell-Lords, dimensional Evil Gods, plus a few Angels from Heaven who were eyeing him, and even that Lord was waiting for him.
But with many debts, one doesn't worry. So many people eyeing him only showed that his soul had value. The more it was branded, the more it could incite the Demons' desire to fight over it.
Constantine had dealt with those Evil Gods and Demons for a long time and found that these guys were pretty much like humans, or even worse than humans.
He had used the possessiveness of these Evil Gods and Demons to trick them countless times. Even the famous Hell-Lord Lucifer had once been toyed with by him.
However, his behavior was like walking a tightrope. Once he lost balance, his fate would be a hundred times more miserable than souls burned by raging fire in Hell. That's why he desperately sought any power that could serve as his bargaining chip.
After drawing the magic array, Constantine felt inside his trench coat and pulled out a crystal gemstone identical to the one before. Streams of black energy occasionally rose within the gemstone, clearly showing he had tricked his Old Friend.
As Constantine placed the gemstone in the center of the magic array, he made magic gestures with his hands and began to mutter incantations.
Magic arrays simultaneously flashed with radiance on his arms and on the tattoos on his back.
Those were contracts Constantine had signed with certain ancient devils. He sold his soul to them in exchange for the ability to borrow the power of these ancient Demons.
An endless stream of magic power flowed through Constantine, the medium, into the magic array—
However, this time, the duration of the magic power infusion was unexpectedly long—
Marvel Universe Federation, New York, Sea Area near Manhattan. On the Deck of the 'Great Tang' super yacht, several dining tables were set, laden with various delicacies. Sliced and roasted white truffle emitted a special aroma.
Fatty tuna sashimi freshly cut from a recently caught bluefin tuna. The pink fish meat was wrapped in seaweed, and one bite was full of fresh, sweet taste.
Beluga sturgeon caviar, costing several thousand US dollars per box, was casually piled up on the side, like dipping sauce for a buffet.
Slices of Libyan ham, carved as thin as cicada wings, covered the plates.
And various freshly grilled seafood, brought onto the Deck by chefs as if in a flowing stream.
A group of long-legged Victoria's Secret supermodels wore bikinis. In front of them were champagne, red wine, and whiskey, various kinds of alcohol. They clustered around Tang Song and Scott Lang, listening to Ant-Man recount his adventure story from Another Universe.
According to Scott Lang, they had traveled through over a dozen Parallel Universes, encountering all sorts of strange life forms and many strange Worlds.
In these Universes were certain alien mechanical lifeforms that could transform into cars. They were infiltrating Earth, divided into two factions, fighting each other.
In one Parallel Universe, Vampires ruled Earth. Humans were raised like livestock for blood bags, reduced to mere animals.
In a Parallel Universe, humanity formed the Earth Federation, but they also had enemies. Human warships were at war in the Milky Way Galaxy with monsters called Zerg, the war extending across several star systems.
In some Parallel Universes, the entire Earth suffered a doomsday catastrophe. The land was submerged, and the World became a vast ocean. Recalling this adventure, Scott Lang downed half a glass of whiskey in one gulp, looked at Tang Song, his expression becoming increasingly bitter: "Mr. Tang, you don't know, we traveled through over a dozen Universes, collected a lot of data from Parallel Universes, and there were as many as seven Parallel Universes that encountered the end of the world. Floods, Frozen, Earthquakes, Robot rebellions, Earth always seems to be full of calamities!"
The Victoria's Secret supermodels nearby giggled, some holding seashell spoons tasting the delicious caviar, others gathered together savoring the expensive red wine in their cups. Clearly, they were listening to Scott Lang's adventure as if it were just a story.
Only three people were seriously listening to Ant-Man recount the Avengers' adventure experience. One was naturally Boss Tang,
He toyed with the whiskey wine glass in his hand, quietly listening to Scott Lang recount the Universes he had experienced, while comparing them with the plot in his distant memory.
Mechanical lifeforms that could transform into cars, Transformers? The war between the Zerg and the Earth Federation was clearly Starship Troopers.
As for the Parallel Universe where Vampires ruled Earth, Tang Song had some impression, but only some impression.
As for the several doomsday worlds, in his memory, there were at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, Hollywood films with this theme. Even though Tang Song's memory was superhuman, he really had no method to deduce what World it was from Scott Lang's bits and pieces.
On Tang Song's wrist, Artificial Intelligence Red Queen recorded Ant-Man's words one by one, analyzing the unique features of this Universe from these words.
In the future, these Universes might become the material providers for the Heavenly Palace he was building. Ding ding ding! Giselle held a knife and fork, cutting the medium-rare beef in front of her. The slightly trembling knife and fork clinked against the plate. A Latino Victoria's Secret supermodel nearby saw this scene, thought the sea breeze was making her body cold, and kindly draped a jacket over her.
"Thank you!"
Giselle looked up at the model beside her, wrapped the jacket tighter around herself, and at the same time declined her invitation to taste the caviar.
She continued to cut the steak in front of her with her dining knife. It wasn't that she had a special fondness for this piece of Wagyu, but rather that the dining knife was the only weapon she could get her hands on.
The reason she was trembling was that, using the micro-expression knowledge she had learned, she couldn't detect any sign of lying on the face of this man named Scott Lang.
If all of this was true, over a dozen Parallel Universes, the interests and secrets involved were unimaginable.
But why would he let them hear this, unless he wasn't worried at all that they would leak this information.
Giselle stole a glance at Tang Song's profile, thinking of the Female Agents he had mentioned who were sent to Alien Planets.
Her face pale, she gripped the dining knife in her hand tightly, feeling the slight, insignificant sense of security the cold metal brought her.
"Scott, you've experienced so many Universes. Based on my understanding of Tony and Captain, they aren't the type to stand by and do nothing. Didn't you think about helping those Universes that encountered doomsday catastrophe?"
Tang Song unhurriedly spread a spoonful of caviar onto a slice of bread. The salty, fresh, slightly fishy taste... hmm, truly not great.
"What could we do?" Scott gave a bitter smile: "In one Parallel Universe, Earth civilization developed extremely powerful artificial intelligence. Those artificial intelligence later developed self-awareness and instead imprisoned humanity, using them as batteries!"
"We once thought about interfering. Mr. Stark used his AI assistant to implant a virus inside those mechanical lifeforms, and we helped the Human Faction achieve victory!"
"But what we got in return wasn't gratitude. Earth had long been destroyed in the war between artificial intelligence and humanity. Nuclear clouds covered the sky everywhere. No one wanted to live in this World. They wanted to return to the Virtual World the mechanical lifeforms had constructed for them! We helped them achieve victory, but what we got in return was endless resentment!"
