A massive building occupying ten acres in the dynasty city had a human-sized opening left at its top level. This opening ran vertically downward to an extremely deep underground location. A somewhat damaged Black Windbreaker hung from one of the protruding steel bars within it.
At the bottommost shattered pit underground lay a man holding a lit cigar, too weak to bring it to his mouth.
Constantine, his white shirt sleeves rolled up, revealed different crests on his left and right arms. One symbolized holiness, the other demons. Both crests had been fully unleashed and were releasing energy, meaning Constantine had spared no effort and held nothing back in this battle.
God-devil humans were temperamental. Sometimes they showed great mercy and saved all living beings; other times, their demonic nature flared up and they slaughtered countless lives for no reason.
However, there were also exceptional individuals among god-devil humans, and Constantine was one of them.
He neither performed acts of great mercy nor wished to kill without reason. Possessing both kinds of abilities, he ranked among the strongest of the god-devil humans. Yet he had one enormous flaw: he was extremely afraid of trouble. Sometimes, he was even willing to hide among ordinary people and live quietly, unconcerned even when faced with provocation and exclusion.
When the war of the Higher Plane broke out, a vast group of experts beyond Constantine's imagination descended.
Constantine did not care in the slightest about the deaths of other god-devil humans. But to ensure that no god-devil humans had been missed, these experts slaughtered every human in the mortal world, even forcing the gears of the human world to begin turning anew.
In the end, they destroyed all the friends Constantine had met while living in the mortal world, as well as the family