Constantine stood in front of an apartment building. This was where Old Midnight ran his gang. As soon as Constantine got out of the taxi, he saw a few Midnight's Sons. They were the gangsters led by their father. They stood guard downstairs and hid in a corner to monitor the crowd. When they saw Constantine, they were so shocked that they dropped the cigarette in their mouths.
One of them quickly disappeared and went upstairs to report to their father.
Constantine calmly observed the disappearing gangster from the corner of his eyes. He calmly asked Zatanna, who was in the car, "Aren't you going up?"
"I'm not going up … I'll wait for you here." Zatanna didn't like the African voodoo warlock.
"I've already put the Reversal Charm in your pocket … I hope he can calm down a little. What did you steal from him this time? "Zatanna asked." It's so embarrassing to stand with you … "
"Don't say that … Little Zach, it's just a skull detector," Constantine said calmly. "I thought I cleared up the misunderstanding with him! That day, there was a huge energy fluctuation in the capital. I was a little curious, so I discussed borrowing that thing from Old Dad. I didn't see him when I went there, so I didn't tell him. "
"But you didn't expect that thing to come to your door, right?" Zatanna sneered. "Go up! Accept the punishment you deserve. "
Constantine smiled mischievously. "Little Zach, you know … we're best at avoiding punishment and paying the price. This is magic … "
At that moment, Constantine saw from the corner of his eye a half-naked black man walking down with a group of people. He wore a large gold chain — Daddy Midnight was a voodoo warlock from Haiti, and he had many capable black men under him. Constantine walked towards him with a smile on his face and said, "Hey! My friend … it's been a long time. Is Old Dad well? "
The black man went up and punched Constantine, knocking him to the ground. "You stole Old Dad's thing … again. How dare you come again!"
Constantine fell to the ground and cried out in pain.
Constantine raised his head. "Aren't I here now? I'm showing my sincerity, and I'm also helping my dad solve a problem … You should know what's going to happen in the capital that day. Everyone knows about the magic wave from the skulls. Someone will definitely come looking for it … "
"Ugh!" Constantine was hit again by Blackie's crowbar.
Ol 'Sable only stopped when Constantine collapsed to the ground. "Dad wants to see you! Think about how you're going to explain yourself! "
It had turned into a hideous and terrifying Resurrected Corpse!
Daddy Midnight stood to the side with his arms crossed and a cigar in his mouth. He looked at Constantine, who was wearing a Voodoo Sect robe, and sneered. "I'm curious, what are you looking for? Constantine, you stole something from me, and you're going to look for the magical artifact that appeared in the capital … This isn't your style. Normally, you would restrain your greed. "
"You know the price of magic. Although I hate to say it, Constantine … you're a scum, but you're also a scum with a standpoint."
"You maintain the balance of magic!" Daddy Midnight said. "That's why I'm willing to listen to your story after seeing a pile of rotten flesh like you … Of course, don't play tricks on me!" Daddy Midnight reached out and took out a strange charm from Constantine's shirt pocket.
"Reverse Charm. Return the damage you've suffered to the last person who hurt you today!"
Daddy Midnight pressed Constantine against the half-dead Resurrected Corpse's face, giving him intimate contact with it.
Zha Kang was so disgusted by the stench of the rotten corpse that he wanted to vomit. When the corpse's teeth bit into him, he screamed, "If you do this, Xiao Zha won't kiss me for half a year!"
Daddy Midnight flipped the charm, and it suddenly burst into flames, transferring all the damage Constantine had suffered to the Resurrected Corpse.
Father Midnight loosened his grip on Constantine's neck, allowing him to stand up calmly. Zha Kang tidied up his coat and shirt, spitting out a mouthful of rancid saliva in disgust. He snapped his fingers, and the space around him fell into darkness. Only Zha Kang and Midnight were in the dark.
"I received an order from that lord!" Zha Kang said.
"Don't try to be mysterious … John, I'm not a very patient person," Daddy Midnight said.
Twisted blue flames suddenly appeared around Constantine, and a blurry figure appeared in the middle of the flames. He looked at Constantine and said, "I need you to do something for me, John." Daddy Midnight was shocked, "A prophet!"
"The First Prophet!" Constantine turned sideways to face the projection that had been preserved by magic. His silhouette had a cigarette in its mouth, which was also a medium for casting spells. In fact, the history of the use of tobacco in occultism was almost the same as the history of tobacco being used by humans. The Native American shamans loved to smoke tobacco to cast spells, using it as a medium for casting spells.
A certain wizard, a white-robed wizard who read himself as a Berserker, also loved tobacco.
The projection was surrounded by smoke. Obviously, Zha Kang had used tobacco as a medium to make it appear.
The distorted projection of the First Prophet said, "In the future, a divine artifact will appear in the metropolis …" A blurry figure glowing with green light appeared in the smoke. Constantine said slowly, "It's like kryptonite, right?"
"It's very dangerous. It's a door that connects to another world. It can create the fourth prophet. It's a key sent by someone … Help me find it, Constantine. It's a beacon for a powerful wizard to return home, but we can't let him return, because he'll destroy this world. There are three outsiders who came to our world. "
Reed, the spider, and Strange's blurry figures appeared in the projection.
"Protect him." The First Prophet looked at Reed's projection with a complicated expression.
Then he said to the spider's projection, "And the divine artifact is with him! He can destroy the world, but this world should have been destroyed long ago. Don't worry about it. He's the one we've chosen to destroy this world. "
"And him!" The First Prophet pointed at Strange. "He's a wizard who's been exiled from time. You must bring him back at the right time. If the time isn't right, the world's destruction will go out of control."
Constantine's figure appeared in the projection for the first time. He asked the First Prophet, "Isn't it the committee's responsibility to protect this world? Why me? "
"Because our opinions have diverged. The Three Prophets have split! We all see that the world is at a critical juncture, standing at the crossroads leading to different futures, but our opinions have diverged greatly. Everyone wants to save this world, but it can't be saved anymore! "
"We must make a choice, a different choice!"
"So we each do what we want. The committee will only act when the Three Prophets agree. This is the iron rule I've set. The committee is doing their best to save me, but I must ensure that there's a chance to start over. So, we can only let the Second and Third Prophets do what they want. And you know, when it comes to making a choice for the world, no one can compare to the Second Prophet."
Constantine said solemnly, "That's really … an ability that makes people jealous."
"We don't agree, so I need you to get the divine artifact. That way, I might be able to stop him from making a choice for the world at the critical moment."
"But he can make it so that I can't even touch the divine artifact," Constantine said.
"No … he will!" The First Prophet smiled. "As long as you're unlucky … he'll deliver it to you. This is the rule of the game between us. "
The illusion disappeared … Father Midnight was silent.
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