mtl008 Chapter 4016 MU Superbody Major Event (96)
Chapter 4016 MU Superbody Major Event (96)
Chapter 4016 MU: The Superbody Incident (Ninety-Six)
Constantine raised an eyebrow, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and said, "Interesting."
The shotgun transformed into golden particles that gradually dissipated, swirling around Constantine's hands. He whirled around, and a massive crimson magic circle lit up beneath his feet. Two ferocious hounds, each half a person's height, leaped from the circle, lunging at Strange.
Strange narrowed his eyes, straightened his body, and formed a hand seal. A gentle breeze blew his hair and the glint of light in his eyes. The golden magic circle split into four, began to rotate around his body, and then split again, filling all the space around him and beneath his feet.
Strange swung his arm again, sending several magic circles flying towards the hound. The hound moved nimbly, leaping and bounding, its sharp teeth gleaming coldly, drool flying everywhere. It first dodged a magic circle that flew horizontally, then leaped onto another, and then pounced in front of Strange.
But the next second, the returning magic circle sliced the giant hound vertically in two. Crimson, tainted energy exploded instantly. Strange raised his hand to block, then manipulated the magic circle to decapitate the other hound.
Constantine chuckled and stamped his foot. Hounds, lions, tigers, birds, dragons—countless blood-red monsters surged from the magic circle and pounced on Strange.
Strange's playful expression vanished. The golden magic circle before him converged, its dazzling light suddenly blazing. A violent energy surge swept across the entire planet like a gale, instantly obliterating countless crimson monsters.
Suddenly, a desolate and distant bell tolled through the universe, and an irresistible chill seeped into the bones. In an instant, the planet was transformed into a snowy landscape, and a colossal golden statue with a blurred face rose from beyond the planet, its countless arms radiating light of various colors.
Constantine remained completely calm, merely tilting his head slightly to examine the statue's arm, as if pondering the source of those powers.
Schiller quickly shouted at Strange, "Stop fighting! This is someone's doorstep!"
Strange snapped out of his daze and quickly stopped. The statue gradually disappeared, and the heavy snow gradually stopped. Constantine gently brushed the snowflakes off his black hair, took a deep breath of the cold air, and nodded at Strange, saying, "Not bad."
"You too." Strange meant it. Although he only had two moves and it was hard to tell how strong he was, he was at least stronger than most mages in the other universe.
Moreover, Strange really liked Constantine's decisive and swift nature; that's what a wizard should be like. Constantine's long-winded, hesitant, and always-ready-to-run-away attitude was a disgrace to the wizarding profession.
Strange wasn't much of a fighter either, and had very little experience even in magical duels. Like most Constantines, he was a conman, but he longed for the invincible martial arts master like his teacher, the Ancient One. And the black-haired Constantine before him was indeed a master.
The other party was clearly ruthless and taciturn, and didn't want to waste time on mutual flattery. He turned to look at the Guardians of the Galaxy members who were tied to the ground, only to find that they were all frozen and their faces were blue, looking like they were not far from death.
Gamora exhaled a puff of white breath, her teeth chattering as she glared at the two Constantines: "You two had your fun, but did you even consider our lives? When the dogs pounced, their spittle covered our faces, and then those lions and tigers trampled over us. A surge of energy nearly shaved us bald, and then a blizzard almost froze us to death. Damn magicians!"
“I can give you a few,” Constantine said, raising an eyebrow. “Just say we captured them together, and Batman probably won’t ask any more questions.”
"Thank you." Strange smiled at him.
Then Constantine laid the box flat and opened it. Strange saw that it was full of exorcism tools, but most of them were religious in nature.
Constantine pulled out a rope engraved with runes and tossed it towards the Guardians of the Galaxy. The rope curved in mid-air and quickly bound the Guardians of the Galaxy together.
Then Constantine yanked the rope hard, and several members flew up. Strange pointed, and they floated in the air.
"Are you also waiting for the patrol boat?" Strange asked knowingly.
Constantine nodded. Strange feigned a complaint: "I don't know what's going to happen at that meeting, but it wouldn't be good not to come either. I was thinking of just taking a boat trip around so I wouldn't have to go, but now it's great, not only do I not have to attend the meeting, I can also get some credit for my efforts."
Constantine simply stared at the few Guardians of the Galaxy members floating in mid-air for a long while before asking, "How did you get here?"
"Give up, you damn wizard, we can't do anything..." Rocket Raccoon hadn't finished yelling when Star-Lord let out a scream. It turned out Constantine had flicked a magical ash at him.
"He insulted you, why did you hit me?!" Star-Lord glared at him angrily.
“I don’t abuse cats,” Constantine replied calmly.
"He's not a cat, he's a fucking raccoon!"
"I'm not a raccoon!"
"Shut up." Strange couldn't take it anymore. When he heard that the Guardians of the Galaxy were missing, he should have sent people to look for them and bring them back sooner, so they wouldn't have to embarrass themselves like this.
“Speak,” Constantine said succinctly.
The group remained silent, stubbornly refusing to speak, and flames began to spread along the ropes binding Constantine's hands. Star-Lord let out another scream, then cried, "I'll talk! I'll talk!"
"We saw the Green Lantern Fleet flying out from here, and we were wondering if a few unlucky lone guys would hitch a ride here, and that's how we ran into you, right?"
“No, you’re after me,” Constantine said. “You think Constantine is easy to bully, that’s why you’re targeting me. Where did you start following me?”
“We didn’t… No! No! We bought the information from the Centaurus Market. It’s a black market where you can buy any information you want about the universe.”
"Who sold it to you?"
“Another Constantine, your counterpart! He said Batman issued a call to arms, and Constantines are mostly not at the base, so now is the perfect time for them to go back. So we waited on the only way and that’s when we found you.”
Strange couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Constantine was truly ruthless when it came to betraying his teammates; he could even sell out this kind of information.
“What does Constantine look like?” Constantine asked.
Star-Lord pointed tremblingly at Strange.
Strange was about to unleash a torrent of curses, but he still said, "Most Constantines look like me, can't you give me some more specific information?"
"You came up here and tried to touch my ass, how the hell am I supposed to have time to look closely?!" Star-Lord roared.
Strange's lips moved slightly: "Then it's alright."
Constantine frowned slightly, seemingly pondering the seriousness of his discovery. Just then, the patrol boat arrived.
These patrol boats are autonomous, but they are equipped with a massive number of Parademons, so that if they encounter an attacker, they can use sheer numbers to hold them off.
Two Constantines led the prisoners aboard the ship. Strange glanced back with some concern at their hiding place. Schiller had been silent since he stopped, and he wasn't worried that Schiller hadn't followed; he was mainly afraid that the way Schiller had caught up would be too strange.
“Schiller? Schiller?” Strange cried out in his mind.
“Stop shouting, I can’t read minds.” Schiller’s voice came into his ear.
Strange was speechless for a moment, then asked in his mind, "Where are you? You haven't possessed Constantine's body, have you?"
"No, it's in his suitcase."
"what?"
"There was a demon sealed in a jar in his suitcase. Gray Mist ate that thing and then took his shape and is now squatting in the jar."
Strange couldn't help but mentally give him a thumbs up, but then asked with some doubt, "A demon? Which demon? Who was captured by him?"
“Judging from the taste, it’s not from our region,” Schiller replied. “It must have come from their world.”
Why would he bring a demon with him?
"It's probably for drawing power. It can also be released to bite people when necessary, and maybe it can even be used as a material. Anyway, it has many uses."
"What if he drains your strength?"
"Give it to him, I don't need that little bit of strength."
"I mean, won't there be any pollution or anything?"
"Uh... I don't think so?"
"What if he wants you to bite someone?"
"Let it bite, the gray fog isn't incapable of biting."
"What if he wants to use you as raw material?"
"It will most likely explode."
"What will he create given the remaining small chance?"
"It's alright, it shouldn't be able to destroy the universe."
Strange sighed deeply in his heart, somewhat experiencing the helplessness of eternity.
The two jumped onto the ship's deck. Strange pushed open the door and looked inside. Fortunately, Parademons were usually kept in jars. Although they looked a bit scary, they were fine as long as they weren't touched.
“Hello? Batman?” Constantine had already started calling Batman. He said, “We’ve captured a few prisoners here who claim to be from the Guardians of the Galaxy. We’re currently on patrol ship F1312. Adjust the course and get the ship directly to the home planet.”
Strange didn't hear what Batman said, but the spaceship quickly changed course. The two entered the cabin, and the spaceship had clearly performed a jump, soon arriving above Apokolips.
The real Apokolips is a black planet that looks somewhat terrifying, but once you land on it, you'll find that the black color is actually obsidian with a faint glow, and it looks quite beautiful.
Strange followed Constantine, leading the Guardians of the Galaxy inside. He was actually a little nervous, feeling they might be discovered.
“Don’t worry,” Schiller said to him in his mind, “I’ve shielded your brainwaves with gray mist, so no one can read your mind.”
"Isn't that like trying to hide something obvious?"
"Of course not. Most Constantines have ways to resist mind reading, otherwise they would have died at the hands of demons long ago. It's not surprising that you can't read their minds, don't worry."
“Then can’t I act too serious?” Strange said, then shuddered. “Don’t expect me to imitate the real Constantine. Good heavens, I can’t say that.”
"No need, isn't there a serious guy standing in front of you? Just don't act too much like Doctor Strange."
"What if we have to take action later..."
"There are so many people here, you can just stand to the side and watch, nothing will happen. Anyway, Constantine doesn't like using magic, and Batman won't force him to do it."
Even so, Strange still felt uncertain. As a conman, his mental fortitude was actually quite good, but unfortunately, his opponent was Batman.
Strange's heart pounded as he watched the main universe Batman walk towards them. Fortunately, the main universe Batman's attention was focused on the Guardians of the Galaxy and he didn't pay much attention to the two Constantines.
Constantine recounted to the main universe's Batman how he encountered the Guardians of the Galaxy. The main universe's Batman nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Go to the hospital for a check-up first, then get some rest. You don't need to attend the next meeting."
Constantine visibly relaxed, picked up the suitcase, lit a cigarette, and headed towards the infirmary. Strange followed behind him, asking casually, "What's in that suitcase of yours?"
“Some gadgets,” Constantine said nonchalantly, “weapons and materials that can be used.”
"Weapons? Are they powerful?"
"So-so, but some of the materials are quite valuable."
“Yes,” Strange thought to himself, “it’s probably more valuable than ever before.”
Quite valuable (Fingertip Universe.jpg)