Constantine raised an eyebrow, cigarette dangling from his lips. "Interesting."
The shotgun dissolved into golden motes that gradually scattered, then gathered around Constantine's hands. He spun sharply, and a huge crimson magic circle lit up beneath his feet. Two vicious hunting hounds half a man tall leaped from the circle and lunged at Strange.
Strange narrowed his eyes, straightened up, and formed a seal with his hands. A breeze blew down from above, stirring his hair as light flickered through his eyes. The golden magic circle split into four and began revolving around him, then split again, filling every space around, above, and below him.
Strange swung his arm again, sending several magic circles flying toward the hounds. The beasts moved nimbly, pouncing and leaping, their sharp fangs gleaming coldly as drool sprayed everywhere. They first dodged a circle flying horizontally toward them, then jumped onto another before lunging right in front of Strange.
But the next second, the returning circle sliced the enormous hound vertically in half. A burst of filthy crimson energy exploded instantly. Strange raised a hand to block it, then controlled another circle to cut off the other hound's head.
Constantine smiled and stomped his foot. Hounds, lions, Tigers, birds, dragons—countless blood-red monsters poured from the magic circle and rushed toward Strange.
Strange's playful expression vanished as well. The golden circles before him merged into one, and a dazzling radiance erupted. A violent wave of energy swept across the entire planet like a fierce gale, reducing the countless blood-red monsters to nothing in an instant.
A desolate, ancient bell toll suddenly echoed through the universe. An unbearable chill seeped from between their bones. In the blink of an eye, the planet became a snowy wasteland, and a massive golden statue with an indistinct face rose from