mtl008 Chapter 4019 MU Superbody Major Event (99)
Chapter 4019 MU Superbody Major Event (99)
Chapter 4019 MU: The Superbody Incident (Ninety-Nine)
"I need you to deliver a message for me," Strange said. "The Guardians of the Galaxy are on our side, they've been captured, and we have to rescue them. But I'm worried Batman might have set a trap for us. I hope they're on guard. Is that alright?"
"Why don't you do it yourself? You're much healthier than me."
“It will be discovered,” Strange said. “The magical energy I use is different from yours, and Darkseid has a strong control over the Apocalypse Realm. Sending the message this far would cause energy fluctuations that might attract Darkseid’s attention. I don’t want to take that risk. But if you do it, it shouldn’t attract attention.”
Constantine paused for a moment, then reached out and touched his chest, saying, "I really feel much better, and I didn't hear them talking in my ear."
"what?"
“If I tried to suppress the disease in their way, there would be a lot of side effects,” Constantine said, frowning. “Even at its worst, everything I saw was bleeding, ghosts were wailing in my ears, and my own skin was peeling off. For a long time, I didn’t know where I was. Once I woke up and was standing in the middle of the road, and all the cars were honking at me.”
Strange imagined the scene and thought that if he were Constantine, he would have gone mad long ago. It seemed that the power of his universe had very serious limitations; humans could almost never use it directly, otherwise, there would be these side effects.
No wonder Constantine didn't use this power to treat his lung cancer. By then, even if the lung cancer was cured, he would have already turned into some kind of monster.
“Alright, I think we can make this deal,” Constantine said. “However, even if I use magic, it might be monitored, so we need a legitimate reason.”
Just then, there was a knock on the door. The voice of Batman from the main universe rang out from outside: "Constantine, are you alright?"
Strange quickly transformed back into his blond Constantine form. The two moved the box to the center of the room, pretending to study magical artifacts. When the main universe's Batman entered, he looked at Constantine with some concern.
“Someone told me there was coughing upstairs,” the main universe Batman said. “What was that? Did you cough up blood?”
“It’s nothing serious,” Constantine smiled at him and said, “I didn’t mean to cover the cameras, it’s just that some of these magical items can’t be looked at directly, otherwise they might cause harm. I don’t want to kill our commander on my very first day here.”
The main universe's Batman couldn't help but glance at the box, but the lid faced the door, making it impossible to see what was inside. Not wanting to risk looking at dangerous items, he said, "I've thought about it, and I think you should still attend the meeting. However, you can go after the debriefing and when new missions are assigned."
"Will we have a mission?" Strange asked.
“No, there wasn’t one originally, but since you two captured members of the Guardians of the Galaxy, we might have some tactical plans against them. You’d better go and listen to them.”
“Oh, damn it,” Constantine said. “I didn’t come here for a meeting, and do you really have to treat a sick person like this?”
"What's wrong with you?" The main universe's Batman walked in with a frown and closed the door. Just as he was about to ask more, he saw the film that Strange had placed beside him.
He walked over, picked it up, glanced at it, and then couldn't help rubbing his temples, saying, "This is truly the first time I've ever seen an image of an organ that can only be identified by its shape. Is this really a lung?"
“Yes, in terms of shape alone.” Constantine nodded, casually fiddling with the contents of the box.
The main universe Batman glanced at the film, then at Constantine, and then at the film again. Strange almost couldn't help but laugh; it was the first time he'd seen such a shocked expression on the main universe Batman's face. Clearly, he wasn't the only one who thought it was a medical miracle.
“Alright, stop standing there, Commander.” Constantine stood up, walked over to the main universe Batman, put one hand in his pocket, and said, “You should know why I’m here. Nothing is more important than my own life, and you agree, right?”
The main universe's Batman visibly hesitated, saying, "Yes, judging from the film, your life is indeed more important. Have you found a good solution?"
Constantine smiled and said, "No. But if I die here, Satan won't get my soul, which is a pretty good ending."
The main universe's Batman frowned; he clearly didn't want this outcome. After a pause, he said, "I can help you contact the sorcerers in this central universe; they might have a solution. Once the war is over, you can go to the Battle Realm for treatment."
“No need,” Constantine shook his head and said. “You know I don’t trust magic. If you insist, I will attend the meeting, but I can’t guarantee what I can do.”
After saying that, he took the film from the main universe Batman, sat back down next to the box, and silently fiddled with the things under his head.
Strange looked at the main universe's Batman and said, "While I don't want to go to that damn meeting either, I can take a look if you insist. By the way, what's that called again? Uh, the Guardians? What's their background?"
"A small team of mercenaries from outer space, not particularly powerful, otherwise you two wouldn't have been able to capture them." The main universe Batman gave a brief introduction, then said, "They were quite dishonest, and we didn't get many useful clues out of them. But they have other uses."
Then, the main universe Batman left without saying much. Strange glanced at the clock on the wall; there was still more than half an hour before the meeting started.
Because Constantine had been organizing the box, Strange had already realized that it could hold far more than its capacity suggested; there was likely extra space inside.
“This is a good thing,” Strange said. “It looks like it can hold a lot of things. All your belongings are in here.”
“I guess so. There are some other things in the safe house, but most of them are useless. All the good stuff is here,” Constantine said. “But it doesn’t seem to make much sense to you.”
"In our universe, religions don't possess any special power. To be precise, religious figures who haven't signed contracts with a mysterious entity are just ordinary people. Therefore, more than half of what you have here is probably unusable."
Constantine nodded, showing little surprise. Then Strange asked, "What about those animals you summoned when we fought before?"
“A mimicry of demon blood,” Constantine said. “That magic circle is indeed a summoning circle, but it can’t summon real demons. It can only summon the demon blood that I previously stored there. They haven’t been completely purified and still retain demonic habits, so they can transform into various monsters and attack others.”
"Can you control them?"
"Not entirely, but because they died at my hands and still retain the fear of death, they generally won't attack me first. As long as the opponent dies faster than me, I have my own way to seal them again."
Strange nodded and said, "The magic over there is really too dangerous; it should definitely be used sparingly."
"And what about you? Did you use your magical energy to heal me just now?" Constantine asked.
“I suppose so.” Strange nodded. “However, to avoid being discovered, I didn’t use my own energy directly. Instead, I used a gadget, similar to the ones in your box.”
Strange took out the Eye of Agamotto and said, "The energy within can heal the pure."
“A pure person?” Constantine smiled and said, “I didn’t expect that I would be considered a pure person by your standards.”
Strange shook his head and said, "It doesn't refer to the purity of one's character, but rather to someone who doesn't have a contract. Since you haven't signed a contract with any of our demon gods, you are naturally considered a pure person."
"So that means I can't heal the mage?"
"It's not entirely impossible, because not all mages have contracts. Some contracts expire, some clients die, and then there are those like me who don't sign long-term contracts with anyone but have a stable source of energy. All of these people can use it."
“I see.” Constantine packed his suitcase and said, “It’s almost time for the meeting, let’s go.”
Strange nodded. The two walked out one after the other, quickly arriving at the base building and heading towards the conference room. Just as they were about to enter the conference room, Constantine, leaning against the doorframe, coughed violently, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his entire body as pale as a skeleton.
“You go in first,” he said to Strange between coughs. “Tell Batman I need a little time to prepare the medication, but I’ll be fine soon.”
Upon hearing this, Strange realized that the demon Constantine had captured for the medicine had been replaced by Schiller. Although he didn't think Constantine would do anything to the Gray Mist, Constantine might notice something if the medicine didn't work.
“I’ll go with you,” Strange said. “That medicine isn’t good. I can help relieve your symptoms.”
Constantine didn't refuse. The two walked towards the bathroom together. When they got there, Constantine went into a stall and dry heaved. After vomiting for a while, he staggered out, leaning against the door frame, and then slumped over the sink, almost unconscious.
Strange once again held the Eye of Agamotto in one hand and placed the other on Constantine's shoulder, transferring healing energy into him.
But the instant he placed his hand on Constantine's shoulder, Constantine spun around, twisted Strange against the sink, and slammed him hard on the countertop by the back of his head. "Bang!"
Strange cried out in pain and instinctively struggled. Constantine twisted his other wrist, snatched the Eye of Agamotto, and expressionlessly slammed his elbow into the back of Strange's neck again. Strange's vision went black, and he slid down the sink.
"Am I right? He's not good at fighting." A voice echoed in the bathroom. "You'd better hurry up, or Batman will be coming for you."
Constantine stood there, panting, and tugged at his tie. He grabbed Strange by the armpits and dragged him into the innermost stall of the restroom. Then, he quickly opened his briefcase, pulled out a small vial of medicine, pried open Strange's jaw, and poured it into his mouth.
Strange coughed instinctively twice, but quickly fell into a deeper coma. Constantine came out carrying the box, laid it flat on the sink, and reached inside to take out a jar.
To be precise, it was a slender bottle that could be held in one hand, inside which was a constantly surging dark shadow.
“You’re not the slanderer I arrested before. Who are you?” Constantine asked, squinting.
Soon, a thick black shadow flew out of the bottle. When it landed, the shape of a goat's hoof was reflected on the floor. The long horns cast two sharp shadows on its face, and its scarlet eyes held a hint of a smile.
“My name is… ‘Mephisto’.”
Who lied to whom?