There are actually certain rules for selecting people in the fighting world. Generally, only the main characters in the main plot of the universe will receive invitations, so Batman and Dick participated in the pre-team formation.
Constantine doesn't appear much in this issue. In the early stage, Doctor Fate killed Zatanna, and he declared that he didn't care about this mess anymore. In the later stage, the group of people in the Mystery House were blamed again, and Constantine was fine.
Although he performed brilliantly, he can't really be called a protagonist, so it's normal that he didn't receive an invitation.
Constantine didn't care that much. He asked: "So, do I in 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 understand me too well. When Constantine gets together, he may study men, women, black people, white people, and even sharks and lizards, but it is impossible to study some bullshit magic circle.
"
"I have nothing to do with that." Schiller put down the tableware and said, "You're actually very 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 the tableware and asked with some hesitation: "How is your relationship with him?"
"Actually, it's not bad." Schiller still sat upright and said with a smile: "Our first meeting was not very pleasant. His curiosity was inappropriately deflected, but the misunderstanding was quickly resolved.
The two of us came to an agreement."
"He didn't...I mean, was there anything rude about him?"
"You can't ask a beggar to have the courtesy of a king, so I never regard a person's natural nature as rude."
This answer was a bit too ambiguous, and Constantine couldn't quite grasp what he meant, but it was important to him to understand how another universe got along with Schiller. He wanted to know where Schiller's bottom line was.
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"And how are you getting along?" Constantine decided to go one step further. He had to jump into the black grid first to know the king's location.
“It was a pleasure to work with.”
"I'm talking about personal relationships."
"It's not bad. We occasionally drink together and discuss formations and stuff."
"that's all?"
"Of course there are more." Schiller stood up from his seat, walked around to the kitchen, and began to process the leftovers of certain ingredients. He said, "I would occasionally entertain him like this, because I was in charge of the ingredients, so he would bring a bottle of wine.
The atmosphere is usually pretty good.”
Constantine's brain was spinning rapidly, which meant that Constantine in Schiller's universe was working with Schiller to deceive demons. This was not unexpected. After all, Schiller was not a magician. He wanted to try this group of cunning goats.
It's been stewed, and it will definitely require the cooperation of some people in the industry.
It was the same this time. Constantine was sure that Schiller had taken advantage of him and tricked the demons, so he felt at ease eating the meal. Unfortunately, this type of sheep's hooves didn't suit his taste.
If Constantine could do anything else, I would naturally do it too. Constantine thought, if Schiller really likes to eat goats, he can go to hell and get two of them, even though he is being chased by all the devils in hell.
, but some little devils who are not familiar with the world are still easy to fool, and the lamb should be more tender.
Constantine swallowed, but what he was thinking about was not lamb. After sitting there for a while, he said, "Maybe I can bring my own ingredients to the next banquet."
"In the ribs?"
Constantine was startled by Leng Buding's rhetorical question. He instinctively touched his heart with his hand, shook his head and said, "No, I mean, the black goat is a bit fishy. Maybe you would like to eat highland gray."
Goat?”
"Really? I haven't eaten yet." Schiller sat back at the table, but instead of sitting on the main seat, he sat opposite Constantine and seemed to be looking at Constantine with interest.
Said: "What's the difference between it and the black goat?"
"Although their incarnations are both goats, in fact, the black goat is the orthodox form of the devil, while the gray goat is a mythical creature evolved from Nordic mythology, and cannot be regarded as a complete devil..."
When it comes to professional fields, Constantine also talked eloquently. He mentioned, "Goats are a large category of demons, but not all demons are goats. Snakes, crows and black cats are usually the incarnations of demons. Of course,
There are also some demonic forms, like a big octopus, and the taste of the tentacles looks good."
Zatanna, who was holding the goat meat in the bottle and chewing it, shook her head. Constantine must have fallen into trouble this time. He was so lustful that he lost his mind.
Not long after, Constantine said that he had something to leave, and he opened a door for Schiller. This door can be teleported directly from the Mystery House back to the Arkham Knight base. If he wants to leave, he can leave at any time. Of course, if he
If you are willing to stay, you can also visit the Mystery House and Zatanna will 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'm on John's side, but this time he really
It's too much. He has tricked me so many times, so it's not too much for me to trick him once, right?"
"Of course, miss, and I have to correct your wording. I never wanted to trick him. Everything was what he wanted to do, wasn't it?"
"You are such a devil." Zatanna said, drifting a little further away.
About ten minutes later, a strong man with a beard and gray sheep's hooves appeared in the living room of the Mystery House, and threw Constantine, who was covered in blood, to the ground.
"You are really right, human being. This bastard really dares to go back to hell and come near our tribe. I have been waiting for him for a long time."
Constantine turned his head and saw the pair of smooth leather shoes again. Schiller knelt down and said, "One of the two demons fighting for your soul was stewed by me. Guess where the other one went?"
Constantine slowly closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and was about to curse the curse word, but thought about it and swallowed it back.
"What on earth do you want to do?!"
"Do you think I would be like Batman and take this opportunity to ask you for information you didn't tell me? Things will not develop like this, John..."
Constantine felt Schiller's hand on his head and grabbed his hair. Then his head was lifted up and hit hard to the ground.
Bang! Bang!
Constantine was struck dizzy and his vision was blurred. He saw Schiller standing up and said to the demon next to him: "How many demons know that you captured Constantine?"
"It can be none, or it can be all." The other party's answer was also very artistic.
"How much do you want to take?" Schiller asked again.
"I want his eyes, they are the best."
"I'll 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 it on someone else's contract..."
"I'm asking you exactly how to make him mine. I know there is such a way."
The demon took a deep breath.
He stamped the 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 is indeed such a thing, but after all, it was made by you humans to deal with the same kind of people. It is so cruel that even the devils can't stand it..."
"Oh? What should we do?"
"First of all, the person's chest must be opened while he is still alive, and a rune must be carved on his heart using a sharp tool made of special materials. The process of carving the rune will cause great pain, but the recipient must be conscious during the entire process.
…”
"Is that the rune drawn like this?"
Schiller drew a pattern in his palm with his fingers.
The devil looked at it and nodded, then Schiller took out the marlin brooch and said, "Is this made of that special material?"
"Platinum? That's really what it is."
At this time, the devil finally came to his senses. 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, and not ordinary people can do it.
Yes, if you kill him, the princes will definitely receive the message, but I can’t defeat them, and then the deal will be void."
"Don't worry, I happen to have this experience."
Constantine was placed on the dining table.
Schiller gently wiped the scalpel. The warm light of the chandelier clearly reflected on the scalpel, but the blade was so cold that it made people shudder.
"I know you haven't reached the end of your skills yet. John, can't your ashes clone be used again?"
Schiller's voice was obviously very soft, but it was always like a hammer hitting Constantine's brain. He gritted his teeth and said: "How much did your damn bastard from the universe tell you? He even told you how to save his life.
Already?! You two must be..."
Before he could finish speaking, Schiller cut his eyelid with a knife. Constantine covered his eyes and let out a scream, almost falling off the table.
But he was soon suppressed, his hands pulled to his sides, and tied to the table.
"Aren't you going to use it yet?" Schiller said: "I am a very trustworthy person. I usually pay up front in transactions. 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 whoosh, and he appeared in the corner of the room in embarrassment, covering his bleeding eyelids.
.
With a bang, the ghost claws made of shadow overturned the table, and countless magic spikes appeared in the room. After a moment of pause, they all flew towards Schiller.
To Konstantin's shock, Schiller did not hide, he opened his arms.
Dozens of sharp shadow spikes pierced Schiller's body, and he fell backwards. Constantine froze on the spot.
The demon with gray goat hooves appeared again. Just as he was about to say something, a sharp thorn penetrated his forehead, and the demon's shadow slowly dissipated.
Constantine rushed towards Schiller, but he did not see the soul flickering in the dying man's body. In his eyes as if he had seen a ghost, Schiller moved.
The magic spikes composed of energy dissipated, and Schiller stood up slowly. There were dozens of wounds all over his body, but it didn't seem to affect his movements at all.
The next second, Constantine flew out.
The magical radiance all over his body has not dissipated, and he is also staring at Schiller's movements with concentration, but this time, he can't see any of Schiller's movements clearly, and the magic's defensive power also collapsed at the first touch.
The moment he fell to the ground, Schiller's hand grabbed his neck again. The spine was broken instantly, but it was restored by magic, and then the collarbone, ribs, skull...
Constantine was like a sandbag, constantly damaged by Schiller's attacks, but quickly healed by magic.
When he was choked again, he finally realized something and shouted to Zatanna, "Healing rune! Healing rune on the wall!!!"
Zatanna, who had been stunned by this series of events, woke up from a dream. Fortunately, she had eaten demons before and recovered some soul power. She came to the wall and poured power into the healing rune, and a ray of light came out.
Hit Schiller and Constantine.
Schiller's wounds gradually healed.
His fingers gradually became stiff, then loosened, and Constantine fell to the ground. Schiller, who regained his consciousness, sighed softly, straightened his tie with his hands, and looked down at his damaged suit.
"Now you owe me," Schiller said.
Constantine was shocked by his shamelessness.
"So, pay for my suit?"
The balance of the deposit flashed through Constantine's mind. He quickly got up from the ground and said, "Everything is easy to say except this."