mtl008 Chapter 2915 When Night Falls (33)
Chapter 2915 When Night Falls (33)
Chapter 2915 When Night Falls (Thirty-three)
There is actually a certain pattern in the selection of people in the fighting world. Generally, only the main characters in the main plot of this universe will receive invitations, so Batman and Dick participated in the pre-team.
Constantine did not appear very often in this issue. In the early part, because Doctor Fate killed Zatanna, he declared that he would not care about this mess anymore. Later, the people in the House of Mystery were also wiped out. Constantine did not have any outstanding performance and could not be called the protagonist, so it was normal that he did not receive an invitation.
Constantine didn't care that much. He asked, "So do I from other universes also participate in this game?"
"Yes, they should be gathering together to study the magic circle now."
Constantine sighed and said, "You still don't know me well enough. Constantine might study men, women, blacks, whites, and even sharks and lizards when he gets together, but he will never study some bullshit magic circle."
"That's none of my business." Schiller put down his cutlery and said, "You're actually quite interested, aren't you?"
At this time, Constantine thought of another question. He looked at Schiller and said, "Do you know the Constantine of your universe?"
Schiller nodded.
Constantine also put down his cutlery and asked hesitantly, "How is your relationship with him?"
"In fact, it's not bad." Schiller still sat upright and said with a smile: "Our first meeting was not very pleasant. His curiosity was inappropriately diverted, but the misunderstanding was quickly resolved and we reached an agreement."
"He didn't... I mean, was there anything disrespectful about it?"
"You can't expect a beggar to have the manners of a king, so I never regard a person's natural disposition as rude."
This answer was a bit too ambiguous, and Constantine couldn't quite grasp what he meant, but it was important for him to understand how the other universe got along with Schiller, and he wanted to know where Schiller's bottom line was.
"And how do you get along?" Constantine decided to go a step further. He had to jump into Haig first to find out the king's position.
“It’s been a pleasure working together.”
"I mean in terms of personal relationships."
"It's not bad. We occasionally drink together and discuss formations and such."
"that's it?"
"Of course not only that." Schiller stood up from his seat, walked around to the kitchen, and began to process some of the leftover ingredients. He said, "I occasionally entertain him like this. Since I am responsible for the ingredients, he will bring a bottle of wine, and the atmosphere is usually good."
Constantine's brain was working rapidly. That is to say, Constantine in Schiller's universe was working with Schiller to trap the devil. This was not unexpected. After all, Schiller was not a magician. If he wanted to stew this group of cunning goats, he would definitely need the cooperation of some insiders.
This time was the same. Constantine was very sure that Schiller had taken advantage of him and tricked the demons, so he ate the meal with peace of mind. Unfortunately, this breed of sheep's hooves was not to his taste.
If Constantine could do anything else, I could do it too. Constantine thought, if Schiller really liked to eat goats, he could go to hell and get two. Although he was being hunted by the devils of all hells, some innocent little demons were still easy to deceive. Lamb meat should be more tender.
Constantine swallowed his saliva, but he didn't think of lamb. He sat there for a while and then said, "Maybe I can bring my own ingredients to the banquet next time."
"In the ribs?"
Constantine was startled by the sudden question. He instinctively touched his heart with his hand, shook his head and said, "No, I mean, black goats are a bit fishy. Maybe you would like to eat Highland Gray Goats?"
"Really? I haven't eaten it yet." Schiller sat back at the table, but he didn't sit in the main seat. Instead, he sat opposite Constantine. He looked at Constantine with interest and said, "Is there any difference between it and the black goat?"
"Although their incarnations are all goats, in fact, black goats are the orthodox demons, while gray goats are mythical creatures that evolved from Norse mythology and cannot be considered complete demons..."
Constantine was quite eloquent when it came to professional fields. He mentioned, "Goats are a large category of demons, but not all demons are goats. Snakes, crows, and black cats are also usually incarnations of demons. Of course, there are some forms of demons, such as giant octopuses, whose tentacles look delicious."
Zatanna, who was chewing the goat meat in the bottle, shook her head. Constantine was definitely going to be in trouble this time. Lust had blinded his mind.
Not long after, Constantine said that he had to leave for something. He opened a door for Schiller, which could teleport directly from the Mystery House back to the base of the Arkham Knight. If he wanted to leave, he could leave at any time. Of course, if he was willing to stay, he could also visit the Mystery House, and Zatanna would introduce it to him.
As soon as Constantine left, Zatanna's soul was released from the bottle by Schiller. She burped and said, "Usually I stand on John's side, but he really went too far this time. He has cheated me so many times, it's not too much for me to cheat him once, right?"
"Of course, miss, and I must correct your wording. I never wanted to trick him. He just wanted to do it, didn't he?"
"You are such a devil." Zatanna said as she drifted away a little.
About ten minutes later, a strong man with a beard and gray sheep's hooves appeared in the living room of the mysterious house and threw Constantine, who was covered in blood, to the ground.
"You are right, human. This bastard dared to go back to hell and even ran near our tribe. I have been waiting for him for a long time."
Constantine turned his head and saw the pair of shiny leather shoes again. Schiller squatted down and said, "I stewed one of the two demons fighting for your soul. Guess where the other one went?"
Constantine slowly closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and was about to curse, but after thinking it over, he swallowed it back.
"What do you want to do?!"
"Do you think I'm going to take this opportunity to ask you for information you didn't tell me, like Batman did? That's not how things will turn out, John..."
Constantine felt Schiller's hand on his head and grabbed his hair, then his head was lifted up and slammed to the ground.
boom!boom!
Constantine was hit so hard that he felt dizzy. In his blurry vision, he saw Schiller stand up and said to the demon next to him: "How many demons know that you have captured Constantine?"
“It can be none, or all.” The other party’s answer was also very artistic.
"How much do you want?" Schiller asked again.
"I want his eyes. They are the essence."
"I give you his eyes. Don't tell any of your kind."
"You can't give it to me. He is his own. If he doesn't agree, I can't force him to do it against someone else's contract..."
"That's exactly what I'm asking you, how can I make him mine? I know there is such a way."
The demon gasped.
He stamped his goat's hooves, hesitated for a long time, muttered a few words in dialect, and scratched the horns on his head.
"I can tell you that there are indeed such things, but after all, they are made by you humans to deal with your own kind. They are so cruel that even demons can't stand it..."
"Oh? Then what should we do?"
"First, you have to open the person's chest while he's still alive, and use a sharp weapon made of special materials to carve a rune on his heart. The process of carving the rune will bring great pain, but the person being treated must be conscious throughout the process..."
"Is that the rune drawn like this?"
Schiller drew a pattern on his palm with his fingers.
The demon looked at it and nodded, then Schiller took out the marlin brooch and said, "Is this made of that special material?"
"Platinum? It really is this thing."
At this time, the devil finally reacted. He looked at Schiller and said, "Do you really want to do this ritual?! But don't blame me for not reminding you. Opening a person's chest and carving words on the heart is a delicate job. Not everyone can do it. If you kill him, the princes will definitely get the news. I can't beat them, and then the deal will be invalidated."
"Don't worry, I happen to have this experience."
Constantine was placed on the dining table.
Schiller gently wiped the scalpel. Although the warm light from the chandelier was reflected on the scalpel, the blade was so cold that it made people shudder.
"I know you haven't run out of tricks yet, John. Can't you use your ash clone once more?"
Schiller's voice was very soft, but it was like a hammer hitting Constantine's head. He gritted his teeth and said, "How much did your damn bastard tell you? He even told you how to save his life?! You two must have..."
Before he could finish his words, Schiller cut his eyelid with a knife. Constantine covered his eyes, screamed, and almost fell off the table.
But he was soon subdued and his hands were pulled to his sides and tied to the table.
"You're not going to use it yet?" Schiller said, "I'm a very trustworthy person. Transactions usually involve payment first. Say goodbye to your eyeballs."
The scalpel slowly approached Constantine's eyes, and he kept cursing until the last moment. The figure on the table disappeared in a flash, and he appeared in the corner of the room in a mess, covering his bleeding eyelids.
With a bang, the ghost claw made of shadows overturned the table, and countless magic spikes appeared in the room. After pausing for a moment, they all flew towards Schiller.
To Constantine's shock, Schiller did not duck; he opened his arms.
Dozens of sharp shadow spikes pierced straight into Schiller's body, and he fell backwards, while Constantine stood there in a daze.
The demon with gray goat hooves appeared again. Just as he was about to say something, a sharp thorn pierced his forehead and the demon's shadow slowly dissipated.
Constantine rushed towards Schiller, but did not see the soul flickering on the dying man. In his eyes as if he had seen a ghost, Schiller moved.
The magic spikes made of energy dissipated, and Schiller actually stood up slowly. The dozens of wounds all over his body seemed to have no effect on his movements.
The next second, Constantine flew out.
The magical glow on his body had not yet dissipated, and he was staring at Schiller's movements intently, but this time, he could not see any of Schiller's movements clearly, and the defensive power of magic collapsed at the touch of a button.
The moment he fell to the ground, Schiller's hand grabbed his neck again, and his spine was broken instantly, but was reconnected by magic, and then the collarbone, ribs, and skull...
Constantine was like a sandbag, constantly broken by Schiller's attacks, but quickly healed by magic.
When he was being strangled again, he finally realized something and shouted to Zatanna, "Healing rune! The healing rune on the wall!!!"
Zatanna, who had been stunned by this series of events, suddenly woke up as if from a dream. Fortunately, she had eaten the devil before and recovered some soul power. She came to the wall and poured her power into the healing rune. A ray of light hit Schiller and Constantine.
Schiller's wounds gradually healed.
His fingers gradually became stiff, then loosened, and Constantine fell to the ground. Schiller, who had regained consciousness, sighed lightly, adjusted his tie with his hands, and looked down at his torn suit.
"Now you owe me," Schiller said.
Even Constantine would be shocked by his shamelessness.
"So, compensate me for my suit?"
The balance of the deposit flashed through Constantine's mind. He quickly got up from the ground and said, "Apart from this, everything else is easy to talk about."
A knife on the head of color