"Ahhh!" A demon with goat's horns and burning dark red ash covered his hands and screamed, holding the Eye of Agomodo in his hand. Red, constantly burning his body and soul.
"Let me let it go, John!"
"This is not acceptable. If you let go of it, it will return to its owner in an instant... In fact, if it weren't for its owner, it doesn't know any magic at all. It only needs a spell, and he can deprive you of your power." The soul is used as fuel to send that thing back to myself. According to the contract... you must help me keep this thing."
"Your soul stinks... the meanest devil in hell is more sincere than you, and the most foul-smelling maggot is cleaner than your soul!"
"You villain who deceives even the devil!" the devil screamed.
Constantine carelessly put his legs on the table, and re-lit a flue: "Thank you for your compliment, you are a maggot-ridden goat with an anal cesspit on your face. I managed to trick you This baby, I let you keep it, is it in accordance with the contract? According to the contract, you can get all my wealth, including my soul... Wait, but the time to execute the contract is when I go to hell, you guys How firmly believe that I will go to hell!"
"If you want to fulfill the contract, you have to snatch my soul from a dozen demons."
"There are many demon kings from hell among them... And, I think I will go to heaven!"
"Go to heaven..." The devil laughed, and even laughed out of breath: "You...impossible, Satan can go to heaven, you can't. We would rather let you live forever than let you go to heaven Heaven, you owe us too much, when you go to hell, you will be counted as kindness of our devils if you can burn your bones and ashes!"
"Look... In order to let you ignore the burning pain in your soul, I even talked to you to distract you."
Constantine sighed: "You are responsible for holding this thing, I will find out if there is a way to unlock the protective spell of this thing..."
Just when he was about to set off to find (pit) some friends, the door of his magic secret room was kicked open. Constantine looked back in surprise. Few people could find his secret room. The ones who could be found were either very powerful mages or friends he trusted. One of the teachers, he started to think about how to make up the next words now!
"Zatana!" Constantine exclaimed—it was a friend.
"You're hiding like a bedbug again!" Zatanna said very bluntly: "Cloydon's pointer should still be with you! Lend it to me..."
Croydon's Pointer - one of the famous magic tools in the wizarding world, or one of the cheating tools. That thing once attracted the prying eyes of the famous mage association in the wizarding world—the Church of Cold Flames. Constantine was also tossed about in that fight. Made by the Black Mage of Croydon.
It was a well-known sadist, with a penchant for cannibalism.
This pointer can help him find any source of magic to satisfy his greedy desire, and he will sacrifice his blood to it. This thing is famous and very useful. With it, it can help you find anything, as long as it is related to magic.
"You made a mistake! That thing isn't there... oops!" Constantine clutched his stomach and slid off the chair with cold sweat all over his face.
And Zatanna withdrew her fist: "Don't tell me it's missing. If you don't find this kind of thing in the first place, I believe that the world will be peaceful."
"It's in my coat pocket!" Constantine said, holding back his cold sweat, "Inside the cigarette case..."
Zatanna probed into Constantine's coat pocket with two fingers, and then lightly fished out the dial inside. This is a small compass composed of three parts: the dial, the pointer and the lens... and Captain Jack Sparrow The one in hand is about the same.
"What are you looking for?" Constantine complained, "You are becoming less and less gentle with me! Zatanna..."
"Yes... ever since I found out that you are a scumbag!" Zatanna said unceremoniously: "Some time ago, a very powerful power fluctuation came from the metropolis. It was the power of an incredible source of magic. Don't say it. You don't know. A lot of magicians have come to find out, and I have a good relationship with the Justice League, so I know more."
"We found the residual power of time in the metropolis, and found the leftover projection of time."
"Ghost and Mr. E teamed up to restore the scene. The time of the metropolis has been reversed. It's not just one or two people traveling through time and going back to the past to play around like that, but a powerful force that can bring the whole city back in time, Mr. E. Think, that magic source will save everything. Justice League... well! Batman still doesn't trust me, but I've learned something from Barry."
"A mage from another world, using a powerful artifact, reversed time and eliminated a monster created by the Second Prophet, while restoring its destruction to Metropolis."
"It's a magical miracle... No one could pay that much."
"I have divination...it will allow me and my father to meet again, and maybe it can save the tragedy!" Constantine heard this sentence, and knew that he should not stop Zatana's ambition to find the artifact.
But he had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and he tentatively asked: "Does that other world mage have any objections? You want to steal his things?"
"I just want to use it..." Zatanna said with a guilty conscience, "And I will remind him that there are people who are planning to assassinate him. The fallen witches, the Church of Cold Flames, and even the Shadow Pact also want to intervene. Stars, members of the religious order, and heaven and hell, there are rumors—the person who obtains this artifact will become the fourth prophet!"
"The Prophet..." Constantine fell silent, the cigarette in front of his eyes blurred his expression: "Those monsters!"
"You should know how scary and powerful the Prophet is. We are not the uniformed people of the Justice League who know nothing about the mysterious world!"
"What's the name of that otherworldly mage?" Constantine said, "Maybe we can make friends with him!"
"His name is the Supreme Mage..." Zatanna stared at the dial and prepared to cast a spell, while dealing with Constantine casually.
The cold sweat on Constantine's head fell off instantly!
And the pointer on the compass in Zatana's hand also began to rotate slowly after casting the spell, and then pointed firmly to the position behind Constantine, and the magic showed—that thing is here. Zatana raised her head calmly: "It's really pretending! John!"
"It's so fast!"
John Constantine screamed out at a volume ten times more painful than before!