Godhood Unlocked: I Chose Sci-Magic Dual Cultivation

"What did you do?!"

The demon looked stunned. Before coming here, it had checked over and over again.

It knew that the pointy-eared figure dressed all in black was actually just an ordinary human.

But it could not understand why it had been wounded by an ordinary human.

"Surprise, Motherfucker!"

At that moment, Constantine suddenly charged out. Wearing a golden knuckle duster engraved with crosses, he smashed it straight into the demon's face.

The knuckle duster was infused with holy power, directly shattering several of the fangs in its mouth.

The demon was knocked to the ground by the punch. Just as it angrily tried to rise, it saw a pitch-black figure standing behind it.

"Don't move!"

Batman raised his arm, the Eternal Gold Missile mounted on the launcher attached to it.

The faint blue glow told the demon that this was the same kind of weapon that had injured it earlier.

"Okay, I think we should calm down."

Demons had no such thing as shame. Seeing the danger, it decisively backed down.

For it to hunt Constantine in the flesh this time, it had clearly paid a certain price and was not in its complete state.

Yet even so, it was still powerful enough that no human body could possibly defeat it.

What it had thought was a sure thing had suddenly taken a sharp turn for the worse, and the demon felt deeply aggrieved.

You despicable humans, did you dare fight me fairly?

Batman kept the missile steadily aimed at the demon and did not lower it.

The demon thought this human would not dare fire at such close range. He would die too.

But when it saw his eyes, it became less certain of that judgment.

Batman always had a way of making you believe that he could perish together with you.

What if this human really dared to die together with it? The demon could not help thinking, and it became even less willing to act rashly.

After thinking it over, it ultimately decided to play it safe.

If it traded one-for-one with a human who knew nothing about magic, its fellow demons in Hell would laugh themselves to death.

Constantine relaxed slightly.

As long as they could talk, this would be easy to handle.

"You've just seen this thing's power. So, how about it? Interested in working together?"

The demon's heart stirred. "How would we cooperate?"

"Help me gather the other demons. We'll take out Belial together! What do you say?"

The demon gave Constantine a strange look. "Aren't you partners with him?"

Constantine sneered. "He forced me into it. I had no choice."

"Think about it carefully. I'm British, and I don't even live in Los Angeles."

"So what happens to this city has nothing to do with me."

Constantine sounded utterly heartless when he said this, but it matched the demons' usual impression of him.

"You're right, but what do you hope to gain by killing Belial?"

If he wanted nothing, the demons would question his sincerity in cooperating.

"Belial has a soul imprisoned inside him. I need her—intact!"

"That won't be easy."

Getting a soul out of a demon's mouth was practically impossible.

Could you snatch food from a shark's mouth?

But Constantine merely said, "Leave that to me. You only need to deal with Belial."

"Of course, we'll also provide weapons like this as support."

The demon looked at the Eternal Metal glowing blue, swallowed, and asked,

"How many weapons like these do you have?"

Constantine smiled. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, then slowly exhaled.

"All I can say is, not many—but definitely enough!"

Those words gave the demon immense confidence. It and the other demons all knew that Belial was actually very powerful.

He had been laying out his plans in Los Angeles for a long time, and much of his strength had already returned.

The other five demons had to band together in the human world to stand a chance against him.

Now, with Constantine's strength added to the mix, they might truly be able to take down Belial.

It glanced at the Eternal Metal, greed flashing through its eyes before vanishing.

When the time came, it would find a chance to stab these two foolish humans in the back, seize the Eternal Metal, then kill its remaining four allies as well.

Then Los Angeles would belong to it alone!

The demon nodded and agreed to the alliance. After confirming a few details with Constantine, it quietly departed.

"It lacks sincerity in cooperation." Batman retracted the missile.

Constantine could not figure out how he had hidden something so large. He said indifferently,

"They're demons. Deception and betrayal are how they survive."

"But don't worry. As long as something benefits them, those demons will never pass it up."

Pioneer Technology.

Dane was alone in a room on the top floor, studying the Godhood of Death inside the crystal.

At that moment, he received a call from the front desk.

"You said someone wants to see me. Who is it?"

"I am the Queen of All Angels, Mr. Davis."

Dane could tell it was still the receptionist's voice, but it felt as though it belonged to someone else.

He immediately realized that the Spirit of Los Angeles had appeared.

"No problem. Since we have an honored guest, we should receive them properly."

"...Uh, sorry, Mr. Davis. I just got distracted. What did you say?"

"Send that person up."

Dane found it quite interesting. He had not gone looking for her yet, but she had come knocking on his door herself.

He still remembered the plot from the movie. Not only could the Spirit of Los Angeles possess anyone within Los Angeles,

she could also take on any form: man or woman, old or young.

When she met Constantine, she had appeared as a beautiful woman, and then the two of them had done some very enjoyable things.

Xu Xian and Ning Caichen were nothing compared to that.

Had anyone ever seen a man fuck an entire city?

In the future, Constantine could say to every person in Los Angeles, "I. Fucked. All. Of. You!"

And he would be right.

Chapter 43: Queen of All Angels

Not long afterward, the "person" known as the Queen of All Angels entered Dane's room.

Dane stared at her intensely, showing none of the manners expected of a gentleman.

That "person" teased, "Do you like this type?"

Just like in the movie, she had taken the form of a beautiful woman.

Her skin was brown, her long hair black and thick, and her eyes glittered like stars.

Her full lips were painted with dark red lipstick, while her tight bodycon dress perfectly accentuated her flawless figure.

Dane fully understood how Constantine had lost control for a moment.

Question him, mock him, understand him, become him...

Of course, the last one was completely unnecessary.

What if she got playful and suddenly turned into a fat old Black man in the middle of, you know...

Wouldn't that kill you?

Dane smiled and invited her to sit.

"My apologies. It's my first time seeing a City Spirit appear before me, so I got a little excited."

Why did Los Angeles call herself the Queen of All Angels?

Because Los Angeles was named Los Angeles, and it was also often called the City of Angels.

That idea had taken deep root in people's hearts, and over time, the Spirit of Los Angeles had truly gained some special abilities.

But those abilities were still powerless before demons. Her essence was formed from the collective subconscious of countless Los Angeles residents.

Naturally, her methods and thoughts could not escape the limitations of Los Angeles residents.

The character of Los Angeles residents meant that the Spirit of Los Angeles could not possibly fight demons to the death.

She was very skilled at compromise, and equally skilled at using everything she could to seek benefits for herself.

Before Dane arrived, her choice had been Constantine.

To that end, she had not hesitated to expend her power to seduce him and draw out the demon within his heart.

Now, seeing that Dane possessed greater strength, she had immediately abandoned Constantine and come to find Dane.

The Spirit of Los Angeles's eyes flickered. "You know a great deal."

"Not much. I just happen to know what I should know."

The Spirit of Los Angeles—Angelus from here on—immediately felt that this was troublesome. The man before her was not nearly as easy to manipulate as Constantine.

She had once considered using her beauty to tempt this man, but she happened to witness Diana run Mictlantecuhtli through the head with a single sword thrust.

Angelus had never left Los Angeles, but she was not so ignorant that she could not recognize a divine artifact.

That sword could kill gods, so it could kill her too.

And that female demigod clearly had an intimate relationship with the man before her.

Angelus did not want to be inexplicably beheaded. She had not lived long enough yet.

"Since you know everything, what price must I pay for you to lend me your aid?"

Rather than answer her question directly, Dane said something seemingly unrelated:

"I have my eye on a city, but I don't know how to meet her—or rather, how to obtain her."

There was no need to spell it out. Angelus understood instantly.

She hesitated, because this was actually a shared secret among all beings who possessed City Spirits.

But when she thought of her city being ravaged by demons and turned into a living hell, Angelus could no longer worry about such things.

"Does it have a unique culture or a long history?"

Dane nodded.

"Do its people love it as they love their mother?"

Dane thought about the people of Kandahar in the original work, then nodded again.