Godhood Unlocked: I Choose Sci-Magic Dual Cultivation — Chapter 40

"Did a woman just come by?"

Uh, this...

Why did this feel like catching someone cheating?

Dane told the truth. "Someone did come by, but she wasn't human."

Seeing Diana immediately shift into a combat stance, he quickly added, "She wasn't an enemy either."

"Next time, please finish what you're saying in one go." Diana rolled her eyes.

She was so beautiful that even rolling her eyes was a pleasing sight.

"The one who came just now is sort of our ally. She'll help us deal with the demons."

"But her combat ability is very low. She can only provide logistical support."

Diana's expression turned serious. "Is it starting?"

Dane nodded. "If nothing goes wrong, tonight will be the final battle."

"How are things going with Bruce and Constantine?"

Speak of the devil—Dane's phone started ringing, and the caller ID showed Constantine.

Dane put it on speaker.

"Done!"

Dane looked at Diana. "You heard that?"

"Then let's tear this place apart!"

Diana cracked her knuckles, seemingly unable to wait any longer.

Constantine the Promise Breaker!

Night, Enstrom Manor 1247.

Constantine stepped onto this blasphemous ground once more. This time, he knew the way well.

The one who opened the door was still that pig-headed man in a suit.

"Surprised to see me?"

Standing at the entrance, Constantine leisurely blew out a puff of smoke.

"I'm just curious that you actually had the guts to come back!"

The pig-headed man held the door wide open and stared at him with a baffled expression.

"Did you forget what you did yesterday?"

Constantine replied casually, "What did I do?"

"You killed Lord Belial once!"

There was actually a trace of admiration in the pig-headed man's tone.

"And now you've come again today. Human, unless you're completely insane, you'd better have a convincing reason."

Constantine shoved the pig-headed man aside. "Then move your big ass and get out of my way!"

The pig-headed man did not get angry. It was certain that this human would not be walking out tonight.

So it stepped aside and watched him enter as though watching a dead man.

What a shame that dark-skinned human had not come. Otherwise, it could have tasted him.

The pig-headed man thought regretfully. It still could not forget the taste of Batman's soul.

Constantine made his way to Belial's corpse pool. By the time he arrived again, the piles of corpses had mostly melted into a pool of blood.

Belial's bloated body soaked in the pool, holding a human leg bone as it licked it like a dog.

From time to time, it sucked at the scraps of flesh still clinging to it.

When it saw Constantine enter, it showed no surprise at all.

"You disappoint me, John. You don't seem to have made any progress."

Belial lounged comfortably in the blood pool, occasionally fishing up a skull smeared with brains or a limb still bearing skin and flesh.

Constantine watched it bite into an eyeball, bloody pulp running from the corner of its mouth.

It was so nauseating that he nearly vomited.

Yet it did not mention being killed by the Vulcan Cannon last night. That was highly abnormal. Demons were never forgiving creatures.

"You must be wondering why I don't care at all about what you and your friends did last night."

His thoughts having been exposed, Constantine was startled but not flustered. He remained calm.

"You're right. Why is that?"

Belial pointed a sharp finger at its heart. "Because I have Tracy to keep me company."

It watched Constantine's changing expression with great interest before drawling out:

"I'm different from other demons, John."

"I greatly appreciate pure souls. Their flavor is more unique than ordinary goods."

As it spoke, its long tongue licked the bone. "They're delicious."

Constantine's face remained expressionless, but his hand clenched tightly into a fist.

"Now tell me, John. What did you do in a single day that gave you the courage to face me today?"

As it spoke, Belial floated out of the pool and flew straight toward Constantine.

It was naked, and Constantine turned his head away in disgust.

"I listened to you and went to find your competitors."

"Very good. How many did you deal with?" Belial's huge yellow eyes kept scanning him.

"All of them."

"What did you say?" His answer was so unexpected that Belial was momentarily stunned.

Constantine raised his head, intense golden light spilling from his seven orifices.

"I mean, I brought them all here."

With that, a massive cloud of black mist surged from Constantine's seven orifices.

He let out a pained roar in the process.

Under Belial's gaze, the black mist swiftly condensed into bodies—the five demons hostile to it.

"Long time no see, Nirgal."

Constantine, who was coughing at the side, suddenly widened his eyes at that name and stared fixedly at Belial.

"Nirgal?" He would never forget that name, even in death.

"Hehehe, I see. You joined forces with them to deal with me."

"That really is your style, John. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

As Belial spoke, it suddenly opened its huge mouth.

A slimy thing was "spat" from its mouth, transforming in the blink of an eye into a demon with bull horns, bat wings, and the lower body of a snake.

It was Nirgal, the true culprit behind the Newcastle incident.

"Nirgal..." Constantine's face darkened.

"Surprised to see me, John?"

Nirgal grinned wickedly, paying the five demons no heed at all.

"You made the wrong choice. Did you think I came to you because I couldn't defeat these five competitors?"

With a sweep of its snake tail, Nirgal sent all five demons flying.

"Did you forget? This is my territory! This is my hell!"

Within its domain, it could wield far more power than the other demons!

The five demons were not intimidated by Nirgal. They had anticipated this situation before coming.

"Your plan had better work!" one of the demons said viciously.

A bloated demon with nothing but a huge mouth on its face lunged forward and wrapped both arms tightly around Nirgal.

A two-headed demon charged forward and began tearing into Nirgal's flesh.

The demon with an eyeball inside its mouth glared, firing a yellow beam that struck Nirgal...

The other demons also unleashed their own attacks.

Nirgal dealt with them easily, but it found something strange. Since when had these demons become so united?

But it did not dwell on it. This manor was not only its residence and playground—it was also its energy pool.

Here, it slaughtered the fallen by cruel means, accumulating an unimaginable amount of negative energy.

If these five competitors had stayed obediently in their own dens, it would have had no way to deal with them. But since they dared to step onto its territory, there was only one path waiting for them: death.

But fighting one against five was too troublesome. Nirgal intended to separate them and kill them one by one.

Within this manor, it could teleport anything at will.

So it acted—but to its surprise, the teleportation magic did not respond.

"What did you do?"

Nirgal abruptly turned toward Constantine. If there was anyone who could have done this, he was the first person it thought of.

Constantine gave it the middle finger and flashed a mocking smile.

"Fuck. You."

Nirgal reached out with its massive hand, about to crush Constantine's head.

But Constantine calmly drew in a breath, sank it into his abdomen, and shouted:

"Boss! Save me!"

Boom—!

A figure descended like lightning. Nirgal's hand struck him, but it was like slamming into a steel-forged wall. Its wrist even snapped.

Nirgal clutched its hand and flew backward, shocked and furious. "Who are you?!"

"My name is..."

Dane's eyes brimmed with lightning as he looked up with a smile.

"SHAZAM!"

The instant the word "Shazam" was spoken, thunderous power erupted from the void. Every evil thing near the blood pool was injured by Zeus's Divine Lightning.

Nirgal bore the brunt of the attack and was blasted apart by the exploding lightning.

But just as it had said, the manor was its energy pool. As long as the energy within it was not exhausted, it would not die!

The other five demons were not so fortunate. After enduring repeated lightning strikes, they were already close to collapsing.

The four-eyed demon that had made an agreement with Constantine reached out toward him.

"No, Constantine, you promised us—!"

Constantine took a step back and hid behind Dane.

He theatrically pulled out a fresh cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, then exhaled smoke.

Only then did he say unhurriedly, "Is this your first day in hell? Everyone in hell knows that I, John Constantine..."

"...don't keep my promises!"

"Ah—! John Constantine, we curse you..."