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Chapter 888
chapter 0367 part 2
Tony Stark immediately understood. The old friend Bruce Wayne mentioned was Superman! Having experienced so many matters in the Marvel Universe, Tony Stark also had his own daughter and had become more mature; he was no longer the foul-mouthed Stark! He had no intention of reopening Bruce Wayne's wound and silently walked to the side, using nanobots to research the laser cannon in his hand.
At this moment, Wonder Woman Diana Prince walked up to Bruce Wayne. Looking at this old friend, she didn't know how to comfort him for a moment and could only change the subject.
"Leaving the matters to Barry, is that okay?"
Bruce Wayne forced himself to cheer up and said in a deep voice, "I've already had Alfred Pennyworth contact the Gotham City Mayor and the New Jersey Governor. With the Government coordinating, evacuating all the General Public from Gotham City shouldn't be a big problem!"
"As for Barry, Director Gordon will send police force to help him escort those madmen!"
Wonder Woman Diana Prince looked at the dazzling blood-colored flower in the distance, sighed, and was somewhat puzzled: "Bruce, I understand evacuating the General Public, but those criminals, as far as I know, with the crimes they've committed, dying ten times wouldn't be enough to repay the innocent! Why are you still trying so hard to save them!?"
Bruce Wayne looked back at Diana and said in a deep voice, "Other than the law, no one has the authority to define the life and death of others. It's true they are evil people, but they are also humans and enjoy the rights of Normal Person. I cannot stand by and watch them fall into danger!"
Diana didn't understand the mentality of her old friend Bruce Wayne. She shook her head:
"Everyone has their own choices. I don't support your attitude, but I respect your choice. So, how long do we have to stay here?"
Looking up at the blood-colored sky in the distance, Bruce Wayne said in a low voice, "Until this blood-colored light pillar disappears. I'm starting to regret agreeing to John's plan now. Facing those alien Parademons, with the Human World's Military, perhaps we could still put up a fight, but this ability to instantly turn tens of millions of Parademons into Blood Mist simultaneously, this is not something we humans can contend with! What kind of monster did this guy John communicate with?!"
Saying this, Bruce Wayne looked behind him. Under the shade of a tree a dozen steps away, John Constantine was curled up in a wheelchair, with a blanket thoughtfully placed over his legs by Barry Allen. He was unfolding a hand-drawn complex map, frowning as he looked at the complex patterns on it and the twelve locations circled in red pen.
"Hmm, this kind of blood sacrifice method is similar to the ancient vampire rituals sacrificing to Cain, but even sacrificing to Cain wouldn't reach this scale. Damn it, this complex magic array, even the ancient magic of Judaism, known for its complexity, hasn't reached this level!
Tens of millions of Parademons instantly turned into ash. What kind of enormous magic power is this!"
The white-suited, barefoot man with slicked-back hair had silently walked in front of John Constantine. He bent down, almost face to face with Constantine, looking at the map in his hand.
Looking at the magic array on the map, which was completely outside his memory, the slicked-back man couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. As the most famous demon god of Hell, his legend was circulated everywhere in Parallel Universes where the concept of Hell existed.
Having lived for a long time, in the long years, besides his hobby of coveting the Mortal Realm, he also liked to read some books to pass his boring daily life.
It could be said that compared to him, the little magic tricks Constantine mastered were like a firefly compared to the bright moon, incomparable.
However, the magic array drawn on this blueprint/diagram, he searched through his memory but couldn't find even a shred of a clue. This was not knowledge from this Multiverse! John Constantine held the blueprint/diagram, feeling the burning aura behind him, forcing himself not to let his expression show any flaw.
Suddenly, a teasing voice sounded: "John Constantine, hmm. Your heart is beating very fast, and your blood flow has increased by a tenth. It seems you're very nervous!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Constantine's face immediately showed a smile uglier than crying. He raised his head and looked at the face close to his.
"Long time no see, should I address you as His Majesty Satan or His Majesty Lucifer!" "Hmm! Although I already obtained the position of Satan two thousand years ago, a name is just a codename, call me whatever you like," the barefoot, white-robed figure, who was the demon god Lucifer, watched Constantine's complexion change with interest: "John, I've specially reserved a layer in Hell for you. There are quite a few of your friends there, and they miss you very much. When are you coming down with me?!"
Magic power was emanating from the talismanic seals all over Constantine's body, subtly hinting at the terrifying nature of the person before him.
Of course, Constantine also knew that this guy before him, as the foremost boss of Hell, whether he was Satan or Lucifer now, didn't matter to him. He had no doubt that this guy before him could effortlessly kill him with a single breath.
Although Constantine felt a chill/cold sensation in his heart, his body was already stiff at this moment. This was the instinctive fear of a lower being towards a higher creature. A Normal Person facing a demon god like Satan would, at this moment, have no thought of resisting at all, except to close their eyes and wait for death.
Constantine, however, showed a bitter smile: "His Majesty Satan, you also know how many debts I carry. If you want to take me back to Hell, how would I dare to resist, but those creditors..."
"Hmm? Are you threatening me?" Lucifer took out a white handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped his fingers. He shook his head like a gentleman and said elegantly:
"I really don't want to conflict with the First of the Fallen and the others. After all, I bear the name of Satan, and Hell is my Territory. I can't just watch it get smashed!"
The next moment, a greenish-black beast claw grabbed Constantine's neck, lifting him up. "But that's not a reason for you to threaten me, Constantine, you are too presumptuous!"
Constantine watched as Lucifer's face turned into a scorched red Demon face before him. He struggled, and along with a sense of suffocation, he could even hear the sound of his Adam's Apple being crushed.
"Cough cough! I know the origin of that alien Evil God!"
Barely roaring out this sentence, Constantine felt the large hand gripping his throat loosen, and he fell heavily back into the wheelchair.
"Hoo hoo hoo hoo—"
Constantine gasped for air in large gulps. Lucifer was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for him to regulate his breathing.
"That Evil God is from Another Universe. According to Him, He killed the God of His Universe!"
Constantine's first sentence immediately made the smiling expression on Lucifer's face freeze!
"He killed the God of His Universe!"
Walking in the light pillar Space filled with blood mist, feeling the sense of weightlessness as his body ascended, Constantine's words still echoed in his mind.
Killed God! No one understood the terror of Yahweh, the Father God, better than Lucifer. Even after He fell to Hell and gained the blessing of Hell's Will, He dared not presumptuously challenge His Authority.
This was also the Reason why Lucifer voluntarily stepped into this blood-colored Space. He wanted to defeat that God from the Alternate Universe! To obtain the Method to defeat God from Him.
Of course, there was another unsaid Reason. Although He had betrayed Yahweh, in Lucifer's eyes, only He was qualified to kill the Father God who created Him. Even the God of an Alternate Universe was not allowed.
Tony Stark immediately understood. The old friend Bruce Wayne mentioned was Superman! Having experienced so many matters in the Marvel Universe, Tony Stark also had his own daughter and had become more mature; he was no longer the foul-mouthed Stark! He had no intention of reopening Bruce Wayne's wound and silently walked to the side, using nanobots to research the laser cannon in his hand.
At this moment, Wonder Woman Diana Prince walked up to Bruce Wayne. Looking at this old friend, she didn't know how to comfort him for a moment and could only change the subject.
"Leaving the matters to Barry, is that okay?"
Bruce Wayne forced himself to cheer up and said in a deep voice, "I've already had Alfred Pennyworth contact the Gotham City Mayor and the New Jersey Governor. With the Government coordinating, evacuating all the General Public from Gotham City shouldn't be a big problem!"
"As for Barry, Director Gordon will send police force to help him escort those madmen!"
Wonder Woman Diana Prince looked at the dazzling blood-colored flower in the distance, sighed, and was somewhat puzzled: "Bruce, I understand evacuating the General Public, but those criminals, as far as I know, with the crimes they've committed, dying ten times wouldn't be enough to repay the innocent! Why are you still trying so hard to save them!?"
Bruce Wayne looked back at Diana and said in a deep voice, "Other than the law, no one has the authority to define the life and death of others. It's true they are evil people, but they are also humans and enjoy the rights of Normal Person. I cannot stand by and watch them fall into danger!"
Diana didn't understand the mentality of her old friend Bruce Wayne. She shook her head:
"Everyone has their own choices. I don't support your attitude, but I respect your choice. So, how long do we have to stay here?"
Looking up at the blood-colored sky in the distance, Bruce Wayne said in a low voice, "Until this blood-colored light pillar disappears. I'm starting to regret agreeing to John's plan now. Facing those alien Parademons, with the Human World's Military, perhaps we could still put up a fight, but this ability to instantly turn tens of millions of Parademons into Blood Mist simultaneously, this is not something we humans can contend with! What kind of monster did this guy John communicate with?!"
Saying this, Bruce Wayne looked behind him. Under the shade of a tree a dozen steps away, John Constantine was curled up in a wheelchair, with a blanket thoughtfully placed over his legs by Barry Allen. He was unfolding a hand-drawn complex map, frowning as he looked at the complex patterns on it and the twelve locations circled in red pen.
"Hmm, this kind of blood sacrifice method is similar to the ancient vampire rituals sacrificing to Cain, but even sacrificing to Cain wouldn't reach this scale. Damn it, this complex magic array, even the ancient magic of Judaism, known for its complexity, hasn't reached this level!
Tens of millions of Parademons instantly turned into ash. What kind of enormous magic power is this!"
The white-suited, barefoot man with slicked-back hair had silently walked in front of John Constantine. He bent down, almost face to face with Constantine, looking at the map in his hand.
Looking at the magic array on the map, which was completely outside his memory, the slicked-back man couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. As the most famous demon god of Hell, his legend was circulated everywhere in Parallel Universes where the concept of Hell existed.
Having lived for a long time, in the long years, besides his hobby of coveting the Mortal Realm, he also liked to read some books to pass his boring daily life.
It could be said that compared to him, the little magic tricks Constantine mastered were like a firefly compared to the bright moon, incomparable.
However, the magic array drawn on this blueprint/diagram, he searched through his memory but couldn't find even a shred of a clue. This was not knowledge from this Multiverse! John Constantine held the blueprint/diagram, feeling the burning aura behind him, forcing himself not to let his expression show any flaw.
Suddenly, a teasing voice sounded: "John Constantine, hmm. Your heart is beating very fast, and your blood flow has increased by a tenth. It seems you're very nervous!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Constantine's face immediately showed a smile uglier than crying. He raised his head and looked at the face close to his.
"Long time no see, should I address you as His Majesty Satan or His Majesty Lucifer!" "Hmm! Although I already obtained the position of Satan two thousand years ago, a name is just a codename, call me whatever you like," the barefoot, white-robed figure, who was the demon god Lucifer, watched Constantine's complexion change with interest: "John, I've specially reserved a layer in Hell for you. There are quite a few of your friends there, and they miss you very much. When are you coming down with me?!"
Magic power was emanating from the talismanic seals all over Constantine's body, subtly hinting at the terrifying nature of the person before him.
Of course, Constantine also knew that this guy before him, as the foremost boss of Hell, whether he was Satan or Lucifer now, didn't matter to him. He had no doubt that this guy before him could effortlessly kill him with a single breath.
Although Constantine felt a chill/cold sensation in his heart, his body was already stiff at this moment. This was the instinctive fear of a lower being towards a higher creature. A Normal Person facing a demon god like Satan would, at this moment, have no thought of resisting at all, except to close their eyes and wait for death.
Constantine, however, showed a bitter smile: "His Majesty Satan, you also know how many debts I carry. If you want to take me back to Hell, how would I dare to resist, but those creditors..."
"Hmm? Are you threatening me?" Lucifer took out a white handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped his fingers. He shook his head like a gentleman and said elegantly:
"I really don't want to conflict with the First of the Fallen and the others. After all, I bear the name of Satan, and Hell is my Territory. I can't just watch it get smashed!"
The next moment, a greenish-black beast claw grabbed Constantine's neck, lifting him up. "But that's not a reason for you to threaten me, Constantine, you are too presumptuous!"
Constantine watched as Lucifer's face turned into a scorched red Demon face before him. He struggled, and along with a sense of suffocation, he could even hear the sound of his Adam's Apple being crushed.
"Cough cough! I know the origin of that alien Evil God!"
Barely roaring out this sentence, Constantine felt the large hand gripping his throat loosen, and he fell heavily back into the wheelchair.
"Hoo hoo hoo hoo—"
Constantine gasped for air in large gulps. Lucifer was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for him to regulate his breathing.
"That Evil God is from Another Universe. According to Him, He killed the God of His Universe!"
Constantine's first sentence immediately made the smiling expression on Lucifer's face freeze!
"He killed the God of His Universe!"
Walking in the light pillar Space filled with blood mist, feeling the sense of weightlessness as his body ascended, Constantine's words still echoed in his mind.
Killed God! No one understood the terror of Yahweh, the Father God, better than Lucifer. Even after He fell to Hell and gained the blessing of Hell's Will, He dared not presumptuously challenge His Authority.
This was also the Reason why Lucifer voluntarily stepped into this blood-colored Space. He wanted to defeat that God from the Alternate Universe! To obtain the Method to defeat God from Him.
Of course, there was another unsaid Reason. Although He had betrayed Yahweh, in Lucifer's eyes, only He was qualified to kill the Father God who created Him. Even the God of an Alternate Universe was not allowed.
