The past had proven that Constantine was unreliable.
He was extremely, extremely, extremely unreliable, and the Devil's Gang seriously suspected that there was something wrong with his head. In fact, when he risked his life to steal the 'Book of Solomon' from Seb, he had already expressed this inclination.
Which normal person would dare to steal something from Boss Saber?
With his actions and style, he probably wouldn't even survive a chapter in the current Gotham.
But the problem was subtle in this kind of place. This annoying guy would always be able to come up with a solution at the crucial moment when everyone was at their wit's end. First, it was the Ghost Rider incident, then the New York Sanctum incident, and finally this time …
Of course, it was possible that he came up with a very unreliable solution, but no matter how unreliable it was, it was definitely much better than no solution.
When everyone was sitting on Borl, the 25th ranked Solomon's 72 Demons, and flying towards Harmandon's Hell's Gate, Constantine, whose face was so pale that he looked like he could die at any moment, began to sell his plan.
"Look, all the problems now are actually focused on one point … Hell's dimension is broken! It needs to find a good dimension to attach itself to in order to prevent itself from collapsing … "
Constantine took the cigarette from his mouth with difficulty, spat out a mouthful of smoke, and coughed twice.
"Cough cough, the reason this dimension is broken is that one of the cornerstones of Hell's existence is broken. Mammon represents a kind of rule, and it forms one of the rules of Hell. Lucifer himself said that it was born of his desire. Since the old cornerstone has been destroyed, we might as well find a new one to fill it in. Once the cornerstone of Hell is complete, the dimensional crack will close by itself. Why would we need you to risk your lives to save this world?"
"Cough!"
Angela, who was drinking water, almost choked to death. She looked at Constantine in surprise, as if it was the first time she had seen him. The others were also dumbfounded, especially Strange, who was very knowledgeable in this kind of mysticism. He directly shook his head.
"That's not realistic. Not to mention where that unique symbolic power will go after Mammon's death, how do you expect us to find someone who can withstand the soul fragments of the Sovereign of Hell in such a short time?"
"Hey! Little handsome guy … "
Constantine narrowed his eyes and looked at Strange through the smoke. "I know this better than you. I'm the expert in this field, so … shut up and listen carefully!"
"I don't need you to look for Mammon's soul fragment, because I've already obtained it … I also don't need you to look for a carrier, because there's already one here!"
Constantine tossed the cigarette butt away and took out a slender purple crystal from his pocket. There was a hint of madness within it. He looked at Angela, or more accurately, the girl behind Angela, the unconscious Isabella. Yes, when Constantine escaped, he saved Isabella from the basement. The others also looked at Isabella. They immediately understood what Constantine meant.
For this girl to be chosen as a carrier by Mammon meant that she did not resist or reject Mammon's power, and Mammon represented the rules of desire. From this point of view, she was practically tailor-made for this matter.
Ka!
The cold gun was pressed against Constantine's head. Angela protected her sister with one hand, her expression extremely cold.
"No! I won't allow it! I've already lost her once, I won't allow myself to lose her a second time! "
"Girl … Don't be agitated!"
Constantine raised his hands and surrendered skillfully. He took a deep breath, "It's not like you think you're going to sacrifice your sister … In fact, in her current state, if she doesn't receive treatment, she will die very soon. She has a fatal wound in her abdomen, and as you can see, there's no way to treat her in New York right now. She can't withstand the pressure of that soul. So what I mean is, the two of you … Are carriers! "
"What?"
Strange exclaimed, "Two carriers, are you crazy?"
"No, I'm very clear-headed. In fact, I've never been so clear-headed …"
Constantine rubbed his forehead with difficulty. "They're twins, and both of them have special talents. Angela, your talent has been activated, right? I can feel that we're the same kind of people … We're born with the ability to see existences that don't belong to this world. So if your sister is suitable, then you're definitely suitable too. This is inevitable! "
"Ahem!"
Zak Kang coughed with difficulty. Don't forget that he was still seriously injured. He clutched his chest and said softly, "Look at your sister's condition. This is actually saving her! At least after Mammon's soul fragment is split into two, her life won't be in danger, and she'll be healthier than before! "
Angela was also a little surprised, but the next moment, another figure pressed a dagger against Constantine's neck. Santals said calmly.
"No …"
"Why!"
Constantine's eyes widened. "She's not your wife! You're not her father! Why not! She's about to agree! "
"She'll soon be a member of The Devil Gang … She already has the emblem of the Devil Gang on her arm. From then on, there are only two people who can decide her fate, Boss Saber and herself …"
A hint of coldness flashed across Santals' eyes. "You? Sorry, you can't! "
"But if she doesn't do this, this city … This country will be finished! Open your eyes and look around. As long as you agree, we can save them! "
Constantine screamed crazily, but Santals responded with an even colder voice.
"Don't make such a big accusation … What does the life and death of this city have to do with these two girls? If innocent people have to be sacrificed to save this city, I think it's better for it to die. "
Strange expressed that he would not participate in this matter. With his personality, he would not force a girl and her sister to accept the devil's contract. Moreover, as a mage, he instinctively felt that Constantine must have left some things out. For example, the most obvious question was, if they were to become the cornerstone of hell, would Angela and Isabella be able to live in hell in the future?
This question was fatal … and there were too many similar questions. It could only be said that this plan was very unreliable.
However, in the midst of the argument, Angela suddenly spoke. She reached out and pulled Santals away, looking at Constantine calmly.
"I can accept … but I have a condition!"
Constantine nodded. "Speak."
"Divide it into three parts, one for each of the three of us!"
Angela gritted her teeth and looked at Constantine. "You have the same eyes as us, don't you? You have extraordinary talent, and most importantly, you are an 'expert' in this field … I don't believe that you can't even bear one-third of the soul of a Son of Darkness! "
"I …"
Constantine was speechless. The next moment, the dagger against his neck moved a little closer. Santals stared into his eyes and asked with a murderous aura.
"Do you agree or not?"
Even Strange, who had been watching from the side, looked at him with distrust. Constantine's mouth was full of bitterness. Sure enough, the heavens would not spare anyone.
"Okay … I agree …"
"Look over there!"
Strange suddenly shouted. Everyone's gaze turned downwards, and a shocking scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
It was the passage to Hell's Gate in Manhattan, which was once the most controversial building in Manhattan and even the whole of New York. The "Trump" sign on the top of the building was still vivid, but now, the magnificent building had long lost its former glory. Lucifer had a giant magic circle on the top of the building, which seemed to rely on it to maintain the dimensional rift in the sky. The building was shrouded in Lucifer's power, and it was dilapidated like a path to the real hell. This place should have been guarded by the most elite demons and demons, but now, there was only a ground of corpses.
Those tall demons, the most belligerent and the most terrifying ones, had already turned into cold corpses. Almost none of them were intact. Even at a low altitude, Strange could feel the thick dark aura left on those corpses, as well as the traces of fire magic. He looked back and saw that the corpses were almost laid out in a straight line, a line dyed red by demon blood. At the front of the line, Strange was very familiar with that direction, and he was also very familiar with what it was.
That was the New York Sanctum … The buildings and all the buildings blocking the way had been crudely blasted open, like a violent and terrifying behemoth running through. The corpses of the demons were piled on the ground, and some places were even lit with raging magic flames, making the place look more like a slaughterhouse.
Most importantly, Strange smelled a familiar scent on these corpses. This was not Lucifer's power! Nor was it the power of hell! This was … Domam's dark power!
"Bang!"
Just as everyone was looking at the slaughterhouse, a wall near the top of the building was smashed open, and a demon corpse at least five meters tall with its head smashed into a mosaic flew out. Then, red and black flames intersected, like a dragon's breath, instantly enveloping the entire floor.
The remaining glass was instantly melted by the temperature of the extraordinary fire, and the flames penetrated outside the building. Even the people at least 200 meters away felt a trace of burning pain. The demon god Borl could not help but flap his wings and move back a little. This demon god did not have a physical body, and he was not in his strongest state here. The strength of the summoned creature was limited by the summoner. If it was a mage at Mordo's level, he could barely summon a summoned creature with half the strength of the demon god.
And Constantine's was not even one-fifth of the original.
Under everyone's gaze, the terrifyingly powerful firestorm directly opened up the path to the top floor. All the demons in the way howled in pain in the flames, and those who were still able to fight back were smashed to the ground one by one by a dark figure wielding a war hammer and carrying a war blade.
No matter if it was the powerful Flame Demon, the sneaky Shadow Demon, or the agile Demon Assassin, no matter who it was, they were defeated with a single strike of the hammer.
It was like a monster that walked out of the primordial world.
Amidst the flames, he leaped into the sky with his war hammer in hand. Finally, he landed on the ground with a loud crash along with the storm of darkness. Black mist wrapped around his body like a ferocious black battle helmet. Behind him was the archmage who floated up from the storm of flames. He was also possessed by the dark energy. His hand was holding a crystal staff that had turned grayish-black in color. With a wave of his hand, a storm of flames filled with the power of darkness was unleashed, as if it was going to burn all the worlds.
"That's … That's …"
Constantine's words were a little unclear. He had a grudge against these two guys who seemed to want to fight Lucifer one-on-one. He pointed at the backs of the two people, and Strange took a deep breath.
"Yes, Saber and Hogness who have been infused with dark power … They must have done this to stop Lucifer. What a great sacrifice …"
Strange's expression became sad. He gritted his teeth and stood up behind the demon god, allowing the magic cloak to carry him to a higher place.
"Let's go! Let's take this opportunity to rush into Hell's Gate! The heroes are fighting behind us, it's our turn! "
He pointed at the dimensional crack in the sky and shouted loudly.
"Either we completely destroy this disaster, or we die in hell!"
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