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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0353_part_02
Chapter 850
chapter 0353 part 2
The First of the Fallen, in the pain of being burned from the inside out by the holy water, fled back to Hell in a sorry state.
But naturally, this incident created a deep feud between the two.
The First of the Fallen had never suffered such humiliation. He was determined to seek revenge on Constantine.
However, Constantine was not someone to be trifled with either. He came up with a risky plan. If this plan succeeded, he could not only get rid of the First of the Fallen but also cure his lung cancer. He found the remaining two demon kings of the three rulers of Hell and made an agreement that they could have his soul after his death.
Due to his great reputation, not one of the two demon kings was not interested. So, without knowing about each other at all, they each signed a contract with him.
Immediately after, Constantine slit his wrist and committed suicide.
When it was time to collect the soul, the three great demon kings all arrived at the scene. Looking at each other, they realized at this moment: they had been tricked by Constantine again.
It turned out that a soul is indivisible. To fulfill their respective contracts, the three rulers had only two choices:
First, let Constantine live as long as possible, extending the contract fulfillment time; second, wage war against each other, with the victor taking Constantine's soul.
And the First of the Fallen absolutely could not allow the latter to happen. He could not destroy all of Hell for the soul of a human.
In the end, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and admit his failure, curing Constantine's lung cancer and extending his lifespan in an extremely painful way while venting his anger.
Constantine's thank-you gift to him was a middle finger representing victory.
Constantine had done things like fooling the First of the Fallen more than once.
Some of the Important Figures he had dealt with, including Lucifer, Gabriel, the First of the Fallen, and the Sandman, all hated Scoundrel Kang (referring to Constantine) to the bone. But while he was alive, these Big Shots were bound by magic contracts and could only watch him live freely in the Mortal Realm. Sometimes, they even had to lend their strength to this trickster magic user.
Although that Tang was not interested in his soul, Constantine racked his head to come up with a method to restrain this Evil God who was said to have killed God.
From the mouth of the Alternate Universe visitor Star-Lord, he roughly understood the origin of that Evil God, a god from Another Universe.
Constantine wasn't sure how far the distance between Parallel Universes was, but he clearly knew the distance between Dimensional Spaces.
It wasn't easy for those Demons and Evil Gods to cross Dimensional Space and descend upon the Reality World, let alone cross the distance of a Universe.
So, the descent of this Parallel Universe Evil God into their World must come at a price.
First, He needed coordinates.
What Constantine had to do was cut off that Tang's coordinates in this Universe, or rather, make himself His sole coordinates in this Universe.
Only then would he be qualified to negotiate conditions with that Evil God.
Looking at the skeleton that had been completely burned by hellfire, Constantine slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke from his mouth, his gaze looking into the rain curtain.
"Come out!"
A double-ponytail woman, soaked in rain, her clothes clinging tightly to her body, fully displaying her figure, walked out of the dark night and the rain curtain, carrying a baseball bat.
"Are you one of the Fat Penguin's people?!"
Harley Quinn's heavy makeup and bloodstain were now washed clean by the rain, revealing her fair and clean skin.
Without the cover of cosmetics, it was hard to imagine this was the skin texture of a Western white person.
"Fat Penguin? You mean Penguin? That nickname suits him quite well!" The rain was getting heavier. Even though Constantine had found a large tree with dense branches and leaves to shelter from the rain, the rain was still pouring down. Constantine had to shield his eyes with one hand to protect his cigar.
Smoking his cigar, Constantine's eyes lecherously stared at Harley Quinn's graceful curves revealed after being soaked by the rain.
Having signed countless magic contracts with various Demons, Constantine, while his soul was burdened beyond measure, also gained many benefits that ordinary people could not understand.
Like his eyes, they could not only see through darkness but even clearly perceive the aura of energy flow.
"Oh, you're not one of the Fat Penguin's people! Then goodbye!" Harley Quinn glanced at the flickering red light of the cigar tip in the dark night, turned around, and dragged her baseball bat, about to leave.
"Wait, little girl, how about we talk about that Evil God you signed a contract with?"
Hearing Constantine's words, Harley Quinn stopped in her tracks, her hand gripping the baseball bat subtly tightening.
"Listen to me, little girl, I have more experience in this area. Whether it's Demons or Evil Gods, don't believe anything they say. Whatever He promises you, He will eventually take back with interest. Believe me, even those financial scammers on Wall Street who lend money aren't as black-hearted as Them! Fuck, I've always thought those financial scammers were being manipulated by those filthy Hell creatures behind their backs!"
Mentioning Wall Street, Constantine was furious. Just because he listened to a stock salesman, all the money he had painstakingly earned over the years through fraud, (exorcism), and selling small things, was invested in the stock market. As a result, within two months, his money was completely gone.
He had played with countless Demons and Angels, and even the most cunning devil had been tricked by him. In the end, he was actually fooled by a bunch of bastards who played with stock.
That stock salesman named Jordan Belfort, his mouth was just... My God, he really should go to Hell.
The First of the Fallen, in the pain of being burned from the inside out by the holy water, fled back to Hell in a sorry state.
But naturally, this incident created a deep feud between the two.
The First of the Fallen had never suffered such humiliation. He was determined to seek revenge on Constantine.
However, Constantine was not someone to be trifled with either. He came up with a risky plan. If this plan succeeded, he could not only get rid of the First of the Fallen but also cure his lung cancer. He found the remaining two demon kings of the three rulers of Hell and made an agreement that they could have his soul after his death.
Due to his great reputation, not one of the two demon kings was not interested. So, without knowing about each other at all, they each signed a contract with him.
Immediately after, Constantine slit his wrist and committed suicide.
When it was time to collect the soul, the three great demon kings all arrived at the scene. Looking at each other, they realized at this moment: they had been tricked by Constantine again.
It turned out that a soul is indivisible. To fulfill their respective contracts, the three rulers had only two choices:
First, let Constantine live as long as possible, extending the contract fulfillment time; second, wage war against each other, with the victor taking Constantine's soul.
And the First of the Fallen absolutely could not allow the latter to happen. He could not destroy all of Hell for the soul of a human.
In the end, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and admit his failure, curing Constantine's lung cancer and extending his lifespan in an extremely painful way while venting his anger.
Constantine's thank-you gift to him was a middle finger representing victory.
Constantine had done things like fooling the First of the Fallen more than once.
Some of the Important Figures he had dealt with, including Lucifer, Gabriel, the First of the Fallen, and the Sandman, all hated Scoundrel Kang (referring to Constantine) to the bone. But while he was alive, these Big Shots were bound by magic contracts and could only watch him live freely in the Mortal Realm. Sometimes, they even had to lend their strength to this trickster magic user.
Although that Tang was not interested in his soul, Constantine racked his head to come up with a method to restrain this Evil God who was said to have killed God.
From the mouth of the Alternate Universe visitor Star-Lord, he roughly understood the origin of that Evil God, a god from Another Universe.
Constantine wasn't sure how far the distance between Parallel Universes was, but he clearly knew the distance between Dimensional Spaces.
It wasn't easy for those Demons and Evil Gods to cross Dimensional Space and descend upon the Reality World, let alone cross the distance of a Universe.
So, the descent of this Parallel Universe Evil God into their World must come at a price.
First, He needed coordinates.
What Constantine had to do was cut off that Tang's coordinates in this Universe, or rather, make himself His sole coordinates in this Universe.
Only then would he be qualified to negotiate conditions with that Evil God.
Looking at the skeleton that had been completely burned by hellfire, Constantine slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke from his mouth, his gaze looking into the rain curtain.
"Come out!"
A double-ponytail woman, soaked in rain, her clothes clinging tightly to her body, fully displaying her figure, walked out of the dark night and the rain curtain, carrying a baseball bat.
"Are you one of the Fat Penguin's people?!"
Harley Quinn's heavy makeup and bloodstain were now washed clean by the rain, revealing her fair and clean skin.
Without the cover of cosmetics, it was hard to imagine this was the skin texture of a Western white person.
"Fat Penguin? You mean Penguin? That nickname suits him quite well!" The rain was getting heavier. Even though Constantine had found a large tree with dense branches and leaves to shelter from the rain, the rain was still pouring down. Constantine had to shield his eyes with one hand to protect his cigar.
Smoking his cigar, Constantine's eyes lecherously stared at Harley Quinn's graceful curves revealed after being soaked by the rain.
Having signed countless magic contracts with various Demons, Constantine, while his soul was burdened beyond measure, also gained many benefits that ordinary people could not understand.
Like his eyes, they could not only see through darkness but even clearly perceive the aura of energy flow.
"Oh, you're not one of the Fat Penguin's people! Then goodbye!" Harley Quinn glanced at the flickering red light of the cigar tip in the dark night, turned around, and dragged her baseball bat, about to leave.
"Wait, little girl, how about we talk about that Evil God you signed a contract with?"
Hearing Constantine's words, Harley Quinn stopped in her tracks, her hand gripping the baseball bat subtly tightening.
"Listen to me, little girl, I have more experience in this area. Whether it's Demons or Evil Gods, don't believe anything they say. Whatever He promises you, He will eventually take back with interest. Believe me, even those financial scammers on Wall Street who lend money aren't as black-hearted as Them! Fuck, I've always thought those financial scammers were being manipulated by those filthy Hell creatures behind their backs!"
Mentioning Wall Street, Constantine was furious. Just because he listened to a stock salesman, all the money he had painstakingly earned over the years through fraud, (exorcism), and selling small things, was invested in the stock market. As a result, within two months, his money was completely gone.
He had played with countless Demons and Angels, and even the most cunning devil had been tricked by him. In the end, he was actually fooled by a bunch of bastards who played with stock.
That stock salesman named Jordan Belfort, his mouth was just... My God, he really should go to Hell.
