The Emergence of a Hell Lord

While Robet and his Z Fighters team were training, Constantine was also on the move. The Shadow Hunter, who had given up their supernatural powers, didn't have many ways to make a living, and the Guardian couldn't abandon their comrades.

Therefore, after some communication, Constantine found some work for the Shadow Hunter. It wasn't anything fancy; it was just about walking the line between the extraordinary and the ordinary world, having them do odd jobs and pass on intelligence. Constantine swore that he only wanted them to have money to make a living and had no intention of having them work for him to keep track of what was going on!

But if they happen to overhear some news, wouldn't they be able to keep it from their former comrades, the Guardian, to warn them? If the Guardian received this news, wouldn't that be the same as Constantine receiving it?

Besides, the Shadow Hunter have nowhere to live right now, and Constantine has offered up one of his secret bases, which can be considered a form of compensation, right?

Soon, the arrangements for the Shadow Hunter were settled. A few Shadow Hunter, including Clary, who still possessed superpowers, or even those whose abilities had been further enhanced, continued to develop their powers and would go out to deal with the rampaging Demon whenever they had the chance.

Due to Gabriel's previous influence, the gap in Earth Dimension has become somewhat larger, but overall the Demon are still in a balanced state, at least not keeping Clark busy or causing Kamar-Taj to repair the array again.

Constantine also spoke briefly with Clary and the others. To be honest, compared to those dimensional magics with clearly marked prices, Constantine was more wary of the potential consequences of the Shadow Hunter lineage's actions. Therefore, Constantine gave Clary and the others a brief reminder.

But Clary and the others were surprisingly unanimous in their attitude. "We have now regained the abilities that Heaven gave us. We cannot give them up willingly. Whatever schemes they may have, we cannot resist them. We can only deal with them as they come. Accepting the abilities is better than being anxious and afraid of death after having them, right?"

To this, Constantine could only say that Clary and the others were indeed cut out for the supernatural world. After all, venturing into the supernatural world is inherently a very risky endeavor, and many people can't think about the future. It's already a miracle that they're alive and well now...

After dealing with this group of Shadow Hunter, Constantine felt that his good days were about to begin. He had a group of Shadow Hunter under his command who had lost their powers but whose eyesight had not diminished due to their experience in the supernatural world, serving as intelligence agents. He also Clary and several other Shadow Hunter who were probably the strongest in history working for him. In addition, with the Portal and Robet as a powerful ally, Constantine admitted that he had become a little arrogant!

But at that moment, the Guardian suggested going to check on the original location of the Magic Academy. Because of the collapse of the Subspace, everyone had lost their abilities and left in a hurry, but now they wanted to see if there was anything left behind at the Magic Academy, something to remember them by...

Constantine did not object to the Guardian ' suggestion, since they now had Portal and could go wherever they wanted.

With a "whoosh," the Guardian opened a Portal, and the group appeared at the location of the former Magic Academy's Subspace. No trace of the Magic Academy remained; just as they had seen when they hastily left, nothing was left behind...

"There really is nothing left..." Jess looked at the once familiar place, now only the outer buildings serving as a cover, and was overwhelmed with emotion. But before he could finish speaking, Constantine's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted to the others, "Go back! Now!"

"Huh?" The Guardian was taken aback by Constantine's words, but still instinctively opened the Portal. Constantine didn't dare to hold back at all, and directly led everyone in a fish leap into the Portal, disappearing into it.

With a "splat!" sound, a strange spray of blood shot out from an unseen corner, but it didn't land on the Portal, because the Portal had vanished.

However, this strange pool of blood did not stop there; instead, it gradually seeped into the ground and disappeared...

As the pool of blood disappeared, a faint circle of fire appeared in mid-air, but it never fully materialized and vanished as well...

"Huff! Huff! Huff!" In Constantine's base, under the strange gazes of Clary and the others, Constantine was panting heavily. Constantine had never shown such a state in front of them before.

Even when the Angel's Blood stripped Clary and the others of their power and was about to attack Constantine, Constantine had never been this panicked. Of course, it's also possible that Constantine had concealed himself and was secretly calming his emotions.

"What happened?" The Guardian asked Constantine hesitantly. To be honest, the Guardian still didn't understand what had happened. He had only subconsciously followed Constantine's instructions and opened the Portal, but judging from Constantine's expression, something terrible must have just occurred...

"No rush, let me smoke a couple more to calm down..." Constantine waved his hand, then started smoking with a sigh and a touch of melancholy.

To be honest, Constantine is quite addicted to cigarettes. During the days that Clary and the others spent with Constantine, Constantine was practically always carrying a pack of cigarettes. The only time they met was when Constantine didn't smoke, probably because Constantine Robet there at the time?

In short, Constantine was clearly a little scared at the moment. Two sticks were not enough for Constantine. It wasn't until after two packs that Constantine finally showed signs of stopping.

"Are you sure you're okay smoking like this?" Jess, unable to contain himself any longer, asked in a low voice, looking at Constantine shrouded in smoke. "Your physique doesn't seem to be any stronger than an average person's, does it?"

"So what? No matter how weak my body is, who can hurt me?" After smoking two packs, Constantine finally regained his confident demeanor. He took a deep breath, and the surrounding smoke noticeably decreased. This is probably what it means to inhale your own secondhand smoke.

"So, what exactly happened?" Clary waved her hand, dispersing the smoke that had been blocking the way, and looked at Constantine hesitantly before asking, "What's inside the Magic Academy that scares you so much?"

"I was smoking just now and I thought about it for a bit, and I think I finally understand just how dark those Angel ' hearts really are..." Constantine shook his head and looked solemnly at Clary and the others, saying, "Before, Valentine obtained the power contained in the Demon Blood through the Holy Grail. We never thought about what the origin of that Demon Blood was, that it could suppress Raziel's Angel's Blood and gradually turn Valentine into a Demon!"

"You even heard me say that in the subsequent battles, after you lost your Angel's Blood, Valentine also lost his Angel's Blood. However, unlike you who lost your powers, the Demon Blood within Valentine transformed him into a demon Demon King, making him even more powerful than when he possessed both Angel's Blood and Demon Blood!"

"So, we just encountered the owner of that drop of Demon Blood?" Clary's pretty face turned serious, and she asked with furrowed brows, "Was the opponent very powerful? More powerful than Raziel?"

"He's definitely more powerful than Raziel!" Constantine sighed heavily and said in a low voice, "I've been on the verge of death for so long, and each time I escaped unscathed, but there was one time when I almost really died in hell, and that time, it was this old bitch who did it!"

"In fact, if he hadn't wanted to play around a bit more, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to come back, and would have been trapped in hell for eternity, tormented..."

"Should we take another look over there?" the Guardian asked tentatively, the outline of Portal materializing in his hand.

"No!" Constantine quickly stopped the Guardian's actions, reminding him, "Jess once spied on Robet using Portal Robet was able to detect it. Do you really think such a terrifying guy wouldn't be able to sense Portal? Or even come here to us through Portal?"

It's clear that Constantine was traumatized by the owner of that drop of Demon Blood, after all, it was truly the closest he had ever come to death!

"Shall we contact Robet?" Clary's eyes lit up slightly as she looked at Constantine expectantly.

"Yes, we should definitely contact him!" Constantine nodded, this time not refusing, but he still muttered with some hesitation, "If only we could get Superman to come too. That old bitch is definitely more powerful than Raziel. Although it would be very difficult for him to come to Earth in his prime, who knows if that old bitch might have some other schemes up her sleeve?"

"That Angel is really audacious, daring to provoke that old bitch with such words. Isn't she afraid of getting herself into trouble? Now, look what happened, the Angel has already messed up, and we're the ones left to handle this..."

"Valentine's Demon Blood? Even the collapse of Subspace didn't destroy that drop of Demon Blood?" Soon after, Robet, who had finished the battle and was healing the injured Peter Parker and others, received Constantine's message and subconsciously frowned.

"Robet, am I beyond cure?" Seeing Robet's expression, Peter Parker asked Robet with some trepidation.

"Well, I didn't know he was going to fight so hard. If I had known he was going to fight so hard, I wouldn't have used such powerful strength..." Johnny Storm said apologetically, looking at Peter Parker's charred body.

The battle between Peter Parker and Johnny Storm ended in Peter Parker's victory. However, the Johnny Storm was not seriously injured, while the victorious Peter Parker was almost burned to a crisp on the spot.

If Peter Parker hadn't possessed a decent healing ability and a physical constitution far exceeding that of ordinary people, Peter Parker would have been completely reduced to ashes by now.

Therefore, Johnny Storm couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had known Peter Parker was pushing himself so hard, he would have held back a bit, and things wouldn't have gotten this serious. If even Robet couldn't help Peter Parker recover, Johnny Storm didn't know what to do...

"Oh, it's nothing..." Robet snapped out of his daze, looking at Johnny Storm's worried expression and then at Peter Parker's resolute look. Robet waved his hand, placed it on Peter Parker's chest, and the power of Healing Spell surged forth. While healing Peter Parker, he communicated with Constantine, "So, what's that guy's name? Is he very powerful? Above even the Hell Demon King?"

At this moment, Robet was completely unaware that when he placed his hand on Peter Parker's chest, Lorna and Susan Storm's eyes lit up slightly. They quickly glanced at him out of the corner of their eyes. Neither of them was injured, just a little tired, but now they felt that they could try harder.

Susan Storm and Lorna, in particular, noticed that Peter Parker was recovering at an astonishing rate. With such healing abilities, was there any need to fear injury? Absolutely not!

"Yes, above even the Hell Demon King!" Robet was unaware of Susan Storm and Lorna's thoughts. Constantine's solemn voice echoed in his mind, "That old bitch is called Mephisto, a powerful Hell Lord!"

"In our Earth's mythological system, the category of Hell Lord is roughly equivalent to that of Major God to All-Father! And the best among them are even more terrifying than All-Father!"

"Fortunately, due to the limitations of dimensional rules, such a powerful being cannot descend to Earth in its full glory, at least not easily... But even so, that old bitch Mephisto should not be underestimated!"

"By the way, when we transmit our thoughts now, we can mention Mephisto's name, but when we speak, we must not call him by name. It's one thing if he didn't have any arrangements on Earth before, but now that his blood is on Earth, calling out his name will easily attract his attention!"

"Is it that powerful?" A hint of amazement and excitement flashed in Robet's eyes. In the Dragon Ball World, he had never heard of a rule against casually calling out the names of gods, especially Son Goku, who could call them whatever he wanted. Apart from being a little unhappy to their faces, the gods did not react much.

The only thing in the Dragon Ball World whose name you can't just call out is probably the Purple Gold Gourd, which was transformed from the Golden Horn and Silver Horn characters in Journey to the West.

"So, do you know where Mephisto went? Do you know what he's going to do?" Robet asked Constantine expectantly after regaining his senses.

Even if the Hell Lord is powerful, according to Constantine's intelligence, it will be difficult for Mephisto to maintain his peak condition. If necessary, we can just bring Clark along to keep things under control!