Matthew spoke with his huge body on his head. While he was speaking, he looked at everything around him with a hint of joy.
The stance of the Berserker's Wrath does not normalize his physical flaws, and those eyes are not a manifestation of Nephalem blood.
Those are a pair of eyes belonging to the devil!
Matthew moved his new body a little, and his expression became strange.
The things that the devil can see in his sight are different from his memories of sight when he was a human child. At least everyone he sees in his eyes is still the same, but he doesn't know why in his heart.
But the concept of "ugliness" is constantly being spread.
This is something wrong, and this obvious conclusion is not enough to affect Matthew's will. But he is still worried, worried that he will not know when he will change because of this weird sight.
The more you study law, the easier it is to ignore emotions when looking at things.
Matthew is an excellent legal worker, and he deliberately controls this "bad" change.
“Constantine wants to fulfill his contract, right?”
Luke patted Matthew on the shoulder and let out a long breath.
Although I have been prepared to die in battle for a long time, it is good news that I do not have to die in battle now.
Luke is not going to speculate on what the Demon God of Destruction is thinking.
He still likes everything to be simple, and the most he can do is risk his life.
“I just want to know how to change myself back to my original self.”
Matthew said a little irritably, he had closed his eyes.
Until there is no way to control the negative effects of these eyes, the best option is to restrain your desire to see the world again.
“Is the power of the Nephalem like this? I am definitely reborn! But what will the Demon King of Hell and the Angel of Hope think of me?
Should they acquiesce that I am an ordinary Nephalem who cannot survive in the ordinary world? Or do they regard me as a threat like those first-generation Nephalem?
Also, Dr. Doom. For the sake of saving your life, can't La Tovillia really prepare a private room for me with an unlimited supply of Silka cigarettes?"
Constantine behaves a little more chicly now, at least he is not as rude as before.
Who knows what he really looks like, but one thing will not change, and that is Constantine’s scumbag nature.
At most, this scumbag will become a little more polite after letting go of some pressure.
"Don't try to threaten me. Even though I have lost my strength now, I am still somewhat sure that I will die with you! Scum!"
Dr. Doom was being carried by Constantine's belt. His body was so fragile that he couldn't even lift his head. But he was still full of the powerful spirit of a king.
It’s just that showing yourself like this at this time doesn’t seem to be a wise choice.
"Okay, okay! Great Doom, now I want to invite you to go to Buster Tower with me. Your old friend is very worried about you, so he entrusted me to negotiate with you, but I have something to say first, although
Mr. Reed has paid the reward, but the reward does not include my need to save your life.
Honestly, I offended a very troublesome guy.”
Constantine kept talking about rewards, but he seemed to be in a really good mood at this time.
The feeling of regaining the freedom of the soul is more enjoyable than smoking ska, hugging a succubus, and eating watermelon in the summer.
Compared with the feeling of injecting something unnameable into his blood vessels, he liked this kind of freedom more.
"If you put me down now, I'll give you more. If Reed wants to see me, let him come to La Tovilia!"
Dr. Doom is still very determined, at least his bones are strong.
Constantine looked at him like this, and took advantage of the opportunity when Dr. Doom couldn't even lift his head to wink at Luke, which probably meant "Why didn't you break his bones before?"
"Dr. Doom, I think you won't deny that you can't defeat Matthew and I without planning to die together. We just want to ask you a few questions, and you should be able to give us the answers we want.
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Luke doesn’t care what Constantine wants to say, he just wants to know the news about Baal now.
Whether it is good news or bad news, knowing this is enough.
"Hey! What are you talking about to the great 'Dr. Doom'? Even though he looks like a stray dog with his spine broken, he is the king behind the country of La Tovilia! Even more so.
Tony Stark's college roommate and Mr. Fantastic Reed's research partner!
Although he doesn't have any products that can compare with the first two in terms of technology, he is still a mage! A powerful, well, pretty powerful mage.
Especially now, he is a strong man in a devil’s body who doesn’t know whether he is human or not!”
Constantine spoke in a weird voice, sounding like he was introducing Dr. Doom to Luke, but everyone basically knew that he was reminding Dr. Doom to clarify his identity.
If Dr. Doom's brain can still function normally, he should not continue to be stubborn in this situation of absolute disadvantage.
Dr. Doom was being held in Constantine's hands, and his body was trembling constantly. In the eyes of others, this trembling was like Constantine holding a full-power pile driver.
Both of them were shaking, but fortunately there was no fat on Constantine's face, which made the current situation still visible.
“Are you insulting me?”
"It was you who insulted me first, Dr. Doom! Do you want to know who you can defeat in your current state? Shouldn't you be so insane, or are you saying that you will not be taken away by the blood of the devil?
Is it just bragging if you act on your will?"
Constantine smiled and continued:
“You’d better regain your cool head and think clearly about your current situation!
Look at the two big men over there, one is named Luke and the other is named Matthew. Their identities are not a secret to you, yes, they are barbarians!
The kind that is so savage that it can devour demons alive. Look at the fangs in Matthew’s mouth. They grew like that in order to be able to chew the demon’s bones!
Now, the new and weak demon, Dr. Doom. You may be one of the few intellectuals in the Burning Hell, but I am very sure that those demons will not be interested in the knowledge in your head, but they will definitely be interested in your knowledge.
The brain is interested!
Do you know what you should do now?"
Constantine spoke a series of words quickly, and the messy news in it made Luke a little angry.
When were barbarians considered cannibals? That is, it is not the right time to "negotiate" this issue with Constantine.
“I’m going to see Reed, but you’d better be mentally prepared.”
Dr. Doom hesitated before giving this answer.
Although he already had a grudge against Constantine, a scumbag, he had to admit that he was just a piece of fat now.
This is true no matter which party it is.
But if he gets to the territory of the Fantastic Four, then at least the safety within the area is guaranteed.
Reed's value is far greater than killing a Latovilia's behind-the-scenes king!
Also, the Fantastic Four are the kind of superheroes who are moral models, and their protection is enough to stop Nick Fury.
Doctor Doom still accepted this favor. He knew very well what Nick Fury was. After all, his identity determined that he would have many contacts with SHIELD.
“What preparations?”
Frank sat down on the back of Nick Fury's life substitute and lowered his head as he spoke.
He is not feeling well now either.
Although the injuries caused by the destructive power began to improve after Doom absorbed the remnants, it was still far from a complete recovery.
Although he had already been observing with a sniper rifle at the beginning of the battle, if that bastard Nick Fury hadn't come running towards him, he would have preferred to stay far away.
He was not sure whether Nick Fury was being petty, but Frank had this suspicion, and it was very strong.
When the two of them were sweeping across dangerous organizations together, every time there was any accidental injury, that bastard Nick Fury would come back the next moment.
So Frank thinks that even if this guy is not petty, he is definitely not that big.①
“Be prepared for the next phase where Reed considers demons to be human.”
Dr. Doom said with a sneer.
As for who in the world knows Mr. Fantastic best, perhaps even Reed’s bedfellow and brother-in-law don’t know him as well as Dr. Doom.
That guy is fanatical and stubborn about science under his gentle surface.
“Sounds great! So what will Mr. Fantastic do? Develop a machine that converts humans into demons? Or start the experiment on himself first?
I didn’t know there were rubber demons in the Burning Hell.”
Constantine said nonchalantly.
Humans transform into demons?
From his understanding, this kind of thing is fanciful.
Yes, the Hell Demon Kings need more devil children to enrich the Burning Hell, but they do not want the Burning Hell to be filled with human traces at all.
To angels, humans have a demonic side, and to demons, humans also have an angelic side.
Perhaps the devil simply wants to do bad things, and it may not matter whether the target is a person or something else.
“Actually, there are similar ones, such as those guys who can lick your flesh away with their tongues from a long distance away.”
Luke interrupted Constantine's words, although he understood that Constantine was using his own way to dispel some of Dr. Doom's inappropriate thoughts.
But this approach was not in line with Luke and Matthew’s wishes.
They don’t care where Dr. Doom goes next, or what happens to Dr. Doom in the future.
Now they have only one idea, and that is to hear all the news he knows about Barr from Dr. Doom!
“And, Constantine, you are now a Nephalem, and it is absolutely necessary for me to tell you some of our experiences.”
Luke tried to use this overly simple method to take away the right to speak. The idea was good, but the method was too crude.
Now they are not a team of heroes, but a group of people with different demands who have to meet here because their demands point to the same person.
“No, maybe your relationship with the ancestors on Mount Harrogas is not as good as mine.”
Constantine threw the cigarette butt on the ground with a look of perseverance on his face.
After getting rid of Auriel's influence, this guy showed some rebelliousness.
Hell Detective Constantine is not a temperless guy, and most of the inmates who made him angry have been released from prison and changed their environment.
Like a mental hospital?
“What I want to remind you is, don’t talk about demons in front of us until you have struggled to survive the tide of demons. That is ridiculous, and it does not have the prudence that a mage should have!
You are swollen!"
Luke appeared directly in front of Constantine as he spoke, his dark face very solemn.
It is true that Constantine became a Nephalem through a series of calculations of his own, and at the same time regained the freedom of his soul. This approach is very powerful and fully demonstrates the ability of this hell detective.
But that cannot change the fact that Constantine is just a new-born Nephalem. Even though he has a greater and brighter future, he is still a novice now!
"Oh, this is really a heartfelt statement. But when I was an ordinary person, I was able to wander between heaven and hell. Although now heaven has 'higher' in front of its name, and hell has also begun to 'burn',
But so what?
That’s all.”
Constantine said this, and everyone looked at him strangely as he spoke.
This guy is not an ignorant and fearless guy. Although he is full of courage, he should not be so unwisely arrogant.
Or, what is this guy planning?
Frank snapped his fingers at Constantine, attracting his attention.
“Man, let’s have a cigarette.”
Frank interrupted this conversation, which might have been filled with conspiracy and calculations, and took out a wad of bills from his pocket.
“Of course, we are friends.”
Constantine smiled and took out another unopened pack of cigarettes from somewhere and threw it directly towards Frank.
Then he kept rubbing his fingers, just like a fly rubbing its hands.
Frank took out one of the bills from a pile and threw it to Constantine.
But after Constantine accepted the banknotes, he continued to rub his fingers.
“Get out of here, that bill is enough to buy several packs of these cigarettes!”
Frank spat, then drew his pistol.
The power of death flashing on the muzzle of the gun made Constantine's eyes flash.
Frank is reminding him not to forget the existence of "death"!
A guy who walks a tightrope among multiple forces must not ignore any existing force. Any mistake may make his death several times more tragic!
“It’s okay, if you need anything else, John Constantine will be happy to serve you.”
Constantine made a promise as a thank you for Frank's reminder.