"I'm just here to ask for a little help …" Constantine was chased out of the Forgotten Bar.
Bobo the Gorilla Detective used all his self-control not to kick the bastard's ass.
"I only asked him to help us investigate the second prophet's creation of magic … and that hairy primate chased us out." Constantine muttered to himself.
However, an echo came from the side that seemed to be empty.
"Maybe it's because you're notorious for scamming your friends!"
"Are we friends now?" Constantine flicked the dust off his yellow trench coat, picked up the cigarette butt that had fallen when he was chased out, and put it back in his mouth.
"Ugh …" The invisible voice made a sound of nausea.
"Of course not … Can't you just light another one? Also, I've already seen you smoke three packs of cigarettes today. As a sorcerer, you should know to stay away from bad habits and things that affect your thinking. "
"I smoke, drink, and have promiscuous relationships … But I'm a good sorcerer!" Constantine pouted. "And … which plane of sorcerers are you talking about? The sorcerers here are all like that … Dark, gray, chaotic, and live one day at a time. Trust me, I'm not the only one with these habits. "
"Sorcerers should be wise …" The voice said. "You're the shame of all sorcerers."
"You're not much better than us. Smart and wise? Calm and indifferent? Sorcerers are essentially cheaters, thieves, and bandits. We're the ones who bend the rules and abuse our power, discovering and exploiting loopholes in the rules. No matter how self-disciplined and wise you appear on the surface, we're all chaotic in nature. " Constantine said. "If it wasn't for the abuse of the power of magic … Would you have been chased out of time, and could only communicate with me through this thing?"
Constantine picked up the chain that was tied to the Eye of Agomodo, and mocked Strange who was communicating with him through the artifact.
Strange did not refute, because he knew that although Constantine was full of nonsense, he had hit the nail on the head of magic that Strange had never thought of. The Ancient One had told him that sorcerers were people who found energy from other dimensions and cast it into weapons.
But Constantine had gone deeper — sorcerers were people who twisted and used the rules to cheat.
Even if this cheating system was designed by the Creator himself.
However, the Creator was not a kind-hearted person, nor was he a philanthropist. The 'magic' that the Creator left behind was not an act of kindness to the mages. The Creator had his own agenda, and that 'agenda' was not something that mages could simply ignore. It was a natural phenomenon that they did not need to think about, and it could cause the mages to … lose themselves in it.
"Where's the next target?" Strange's figure flashed past Constantine. "And the distance between us is getting shorter … This isn't a good thing for you. The me outside of time is connected to you. You can temporarily pull me into this world, but the force between us is mutual. I am also pulling you out of time. "
"Moreover, in this tug-of-war, you won't lose outside of time."
"I know …" Constantine exhaled a puff of smoke, allowing Strange to appear in the void. This supreme sorcerer was doing well outside of time. He was still wearing a magic cloak, but his eyes emitted a foot-long white light, making him look more like a sorcerer. He was still wearing the Kamar-Taj sorcerer's robe, but after becoming a Dimension Lord, there would be some anomalies around him when he appeared in time, representing the attributes of his' territory '.
The dimensional plane occupied by Strange clearly wasn't a positive force.
Blood and shadows gushed out from his body, and an indescribable darkness enveloped him. He looked like another demon king trying to trade his filthy soul with Constantine.
"I'm used to it!" Constantine said faintly.
"I can see that." Strange recalled the first time Constantine saw him through the Eye of Agomodo. "Supreme sorcerer from another world, I'm here to negotiate with you! But let me make it clear … I don't want to pay anything. This world needs your power, and if it goes well, we can even 'bring' you back (this word made Strange very uncomfortable). "
From the looks of it, he was much more experienced than he was! When Strange went to negotiate with Dom, he didn't have the scoundrel temperament of Constantine who would sell anything and renege on his debt …
In any case, in order to save the world, not only would Strange not get anything from Constantine, but he would also have to bear the burden and lend his own magical powers to Constantine. It was as if he had sold himself and the plane behind him to Constantine.
In a contest of who was the most irresponsible and thick-skinned, Strange was utterly defeated!
Of course, Constantine didn't obtain all this without a price.
Every bit of power he used would pull him closer to Strange. The power that came from outside of time would push him out. If Constantine couldn't rescue Strange within this period of time, or find a way to sever his connection to outside of time, Zha Kang would fall into Strange's hands after he was expelled from time.
At that time, Strange would show him the consequences of owing a sorcerer a debt!
Of course, Zha Kang knew what he was doing. "When that time comes, I'll sell my soul to Satan … or Lucifer, or any Demon Lord or whatever. You guys can have a tug-of-war! Whoever wins will get my soul. Of course, I'll use myself as a bargaining chip to negotiate with you … In the end, I'll have to rely on my silver tongue … "
"Swindle and kidnap!"
Just as Constantine said, "I'm used to it!"
"For the sake of this world, we can't bear the burden alone … So if there's any trouble, go to the Justice Alliance! Usually, the magic world should deal with its own matters, but I don't think they want to get involved in this trouble. Magic can still be used, so what does it matter to them if the creator of magic has any schemes? They might not be able to live until then … It's been like this for thousands of years anyway. "
"Since magic didn't exist from the beginning, there's no need for it to exist until the end of time."
"That's what they think … On the other hand, the Justice Alliance has Batman, a persecutory delusional person. Even God's creation of humans is dangerous to him. Who knows, maybe God is plotting against humans? He must have a plan to deal with God … It's not a bad idea to go to him … "
Strange looked on coldly. "I think it has something to do with your popularity."
"What's wrong with my popularity?" Constantine was surprised. "Even if I'm down and out, the number of people willing to help me can still line up from the Tower of London to London Bridge."
"Corpses?" Strange asked.
"And I remember when you summoned me, you were being chased by many powerful mages and collapsed on the ground like a dead dog. Just when the mage was about to take your filthy life, you used Astral Projection to borrow my power … You even pretended to be the worried hero of this world and cheated a lot of conditions that were beneficial to you."
"That's not an unfair contract, it's an equivalent exchange. You should know that other than me, you won't be able to find a second person to deal with the Second Prophet for you! "Constantine said confidently." You probably don't know his reputation in the magic world. "
In fact, Chen Ang didn't have much of a reputation in the magic world. As Master Midnight said, most mages only respected the Prophet. Only when they reached the top would they understand reverence.
"There must be something wrong with Chen Ang …" Strange said. "I've already found some clues in our universe, but his evil is too deep. Too deep to see the bottom! He must have played a part in my banishment from time to time. "
"I suspect that my return here is also part of his plan. I know he's done a lot of bad things … I just can't guess what his motive is. "
"Maybe it's because … it's interesting?" Constantine knew a little about this because there was a clown in the universe whose goal was to cause trouble.
"Many madmen don't need a reason to destroy the world." Constantine tidied his trench coat and prepared to return to the Spirit Thin Prison to see if he could find someone to bring him back to the Justice Alliance headquarters.
Strange shook his head. "There are many people like that, but Chen Ang isn't one of them. He must have some plan … "
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