Mephisto Holds a Grudge

However, Constantine was still somewhat curious about Healing Spell. He wanted to know if the price of this ability was high. If not, he might want to try it. With that thought, Constantine looked at Robet with some anticipation and tentatively asked, "Then is the price you pay high?"

"It's huge. With my strength, I'd probably have to work for tens of thousands of years after I die, and while I'm alive, I'd have to constantly supply them with energy..." Robet nodded seriously, looking at Constantine with a solemn expression.

"Hiss!" Constantine gasped upon hearing this, falling silent. Such a price was undoubtedly unacceptable to him.

"I'm sorry, I made you pay such a high price..." However, these words deceived Constantine, and also Clary. She walked to Robet's side, her brows furrowed, and looked at Robet with a face full of guilt as she spoke.

"It's alright. Who cares about what happens after death? Besides, I need to work for tens of thousands of years, which just proves that my consciousness can last forever, right? I think many people would accept such a price..." Robet shook his head with a smile and said softly. Once you tell a lie, you have to rely on countless lies to cover it up.

"I don't think I could accept that. The idea of having self-awareness but losing freedom and only being able to follow other people's orders is painful to even think about..." Constantine, who was standing next to Robert, shrank back when he heard Robet's words and bluntly contradicted him.

Retaining self-awareness after death sounds wonderful, seemingly a continuation of life, almost indistinguishable from immortality. But Constantine knew it wasn't that simple.

Because the state of retaining self-awareness after death means losing freedom, and is no different from being a puppet. It is even better to die without retaining self-awareness, so that at least one does not have to suffer the pain of losing freedom.

"If you want compensation, you can bring more real strongmen. When I end their lives, I can also pay off part of the debt..." Robet noticed that Clary's expression changed when he heard Constantine's words. Robet really wanted to beat Constantine up, but since he had already lied, Robet could only continue to act.

"No wonder you always seek out powerful opponents to fight; so that's what you need!" Constantine nodded knowingly, then looked at Robet with some emotion and said, "Being strong is definitely an advantage. Someone as weak as me can only resort to trickery and deception to transfer the debt, but a strong person like you can hunt down other strong individuals to pay off your debts. That's truly impressive..."

"A strong opponent?" Clary muttered thoughtfully upon hearing Robet's words. Clary felt that Robet had helped her so many times, so perhaps she should find a way to help Robet in return. If she could help Robet find a suitable Robet, that would be even better!

"Constantine can handle this; you don't need to!" Robet saw Clary's expression and instantly guessed what she was thinking. Robet shook his head helplessly and looked at Clary seriously.

"Why? You've helped me so many times, I definitely have to repay you!" Clary looked at Robet with a stubborn expression and asked back.

"Because you are too weak. What you consider a strong person may not be what I consider a strong person!" Robet shook his head, frowned, and looked at Clary, saying in a deep voice.

"Constantine isn't any stronger than me! I'm very powerful now. Those Nick Fury's men just now were no match for me!" Clary was eager to prove her abilities and had even begun to look down on Constantine's strength.

"Perhaps your talent has allowed you to improve your strength quickly, but that doesn't mean you're really stronger than Constantine, especially since Constantine has been wandering the supernatural world for so many years, all alone. You haven't seen his strengths yet..." Robet waved his hand and gave Constantine a wink, signaling Constantine to prove his strength.

"Yes, my strength is indeed no match for Clary. Her strength has improved too quickly. The Guardian all say that Clary may be the strongest person in the history of the Shadow Hunter lineage!" However, Constantine did not follow Robet's gaze, but looked at Clary and said with a smile.

"You've already played all your trump cards, haven't you?" Robet glared at Constantine and asked, annoyed.

"I can only use my trump card once, how could I possibly use it in a sparring match with myself?" Constantine shrugged, looking at Robet with an innocent expression.

"What I'm saying is that Clary doesn't have such a trump card. Her survival skills are clearly inferior to yours..." Robet sighed softly, looking at the two of them seriously, and said, "Moreover, Constantine has broader knowledge and values his life more. He can recognize those who are truly strong and therefore avoid provoking them. But Clary, you can't. You can't discern the strength of your enemies. If you rashly provoke a strong person, it's easy for something bad to happen!"

"Are you worried about my safety?" Clary's eyes lit up as she looked at Robet and asked expectantly.

"???" Robet frowned, looking at Clary with a face full of question marks, as if he didn't understand why Clary would say such a thing.

"I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous!" Clary noticed Robet's expression, lowered her head apologetically, and said softly.

"Alright, I have something to do, so I'll be going now. If Constantine discovers any more powerful individuals later, remember to contact me, especially that Mephisto from before..." Robet waved his hand and looked at Constantine as he spoke, but before he could finish, Constantine interrupted him.

"Don't say his name!" Constantine's expression changed, and he hurriedly interrupted Robet.

"Nothing's wrong..." Robet frowned upon hearing this. He carefully sensed the surroundings but didn't detect anything unusual.

Meanwhile, Mephisto, who was still playing his game with the Joker, stopped, frowned, and looked in Robet's direction, muttering, "Huh? Did someone mention my name? Who is it? How did they know I came to Earth? Interesting, let my cute Little Knight go and play with him..."

"When you mention him in the future, it would be best to do so telepathically!" In the Magic Base, Constantine looked around, and after finding nothing unusual, he shrank back and said.

"I've never had this habit before..." Robet carefully sensed the surroundings and, finding nothing unusual, shrugged and said.

"That's not right. If he really is on Earth, there's no reason he wouldn't know his name..." Constantine, however, ignored Robet and fell into deep thought, muttering to himself, "Could it be that he's already left Earth? But Hellfire clearly appeared on Earth; that should be his doing. What's going on? No! I need to check the books to see if there are any similar cases..."

"I'm leaving first. Remind him to contact me if he discovers anything. Don't go looking for people whose strength you can't see through; using Healing Spell will cost you even more!" Robet said, shaking his head speechlessly as Constantine walked away. He then looked at Clary and said something before disappearing from the Magic Base without Clary reply, without even asking the Guardian to see him off.

"A dark blue Cosmic Cube, Carol, Mephisto ..." Robet flew through the air, a series of thoughts flashing through his mind. He then stroked his chin and tentatively asked, "Mephisto? Mephisto? Mephisto?"

Robet called out several times, but there was no response, as if the taboo Constantine spoke of simply didn't exist. Unbeknownst to Robet, while Robet continued to call out Mephisto's name, Mephisto, who had resumed his game with the Joker, darkened his expression and almost couldn't resist going to confront Robet himself; he was genuinely annoyed by Robet's noise...

But in the end, Mephisto held back, because at this moment, Mephisto had only descended with this one consciousness and had not used any power. If he went to find Robet, then the Joker would have to start guiding him all over again.

Compared to Robet, who casually calls out his name, the Joker is more important. After all, he's played the game with the Joker for so long and has finally managed to subtly influence the Joker's path. Mephisto doesn't want Robet to disrupt his plans.

Of course, Mephisto harbored a deep grudge against Robet. He vowed to teach Robet, that bastard who kept buzzing in his ear, a lesson. He would drag Robet's soul to hell and make Robet suffer the torment of noise every day!

"Could it really be as Constantine said, that Mephisto isn't on Earth?" On the other side, after some attempts, Robet muttered hesitantly, "Does that mean we've lost another powerful villain? I was really looking forward to seeing Mephisto, this guy who seemed pretty cool. Oh well, I'll go back and find Carol. By the way, could I take this opportunity to fight Carol?"

As Robet spoke, he couldn't help but feel eager to try. Robet had never had the chance to spar with Carol before because Kara was worried that a skilled female warrior Carol would damage Robet's personal computer operating system. Robet understood Kara's meaning, so he ultimately refrained from fighting Carol.

Of course, Robet felt that her past attraction to warriors like Diana was due to Robet immaturity at the time. While she still admired valiant female warriors, the current Robet would never be so easily swayed as to fall for someone like that...

"Let's go take a look!" Robet vanished in a flash, and the buzzing around Mephisto's ear, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, finally stopped.

Soon, Robet arrived at the Savage Island, which had been almost completely transformed by Jor-El. It was said that Jor-El was also planning to build some kind of spatial portal near Kent Farm, which would allow direct access to the Savage Island. This way, if the Kents and the Danvers encountered danger, they could also come directly to the Savage Island.

However, the problem of identity verification for such a spatial passage is even more difficult, not to mention that building a spatial passage across half the globe is not so easy, especially if you want to keep it a secret from everyone and not make a sound at all...

"I knew you'd come here, not to the farm!" Robet entered the Savage Island and found Carol hovering in mid-air waiting for him. When she noticed him, Carol's eyes gleamed as she spoke.

"You were waiting for me?" Robet sensed the fighting spirit emanating from Carol and looked at Carol with equal eagerness, asking.

"Yes, I lost to Clark before, and I wanted to see how strong you were. I suppose you also want to fight me. After the fight, we can talk about the Tesseract ..." Carol nodded in satisfaction, sensing the rising fighting spirit emanating from Robet, and asked with some anticipation, "Where will we fight? In space?"

"Unlike you, I can't survive in space indefinitely. I can stay in the space environment for a short time, but if there's intense combat, the time I can stay in space will be further reduced..." Robet shrugged. This problem is still unresolved. Robet felt that it might be because his strength was not strong enough, and he had not yet developed this part of his potential.

"Is that so? Then let's fight here high in the sky! After all, this Subspace isn't small!" Carol glanced at Robet with some surprise. Kara was much stronger than Robet, but Kara could survive in space, Robet couldn't. However, fighting here would be the same.

The reinforced Subspace high altitude is also a good battlefield, and there's no need to worry about the battle destroying anything; just be careful to avoid the Savage Island.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Robet and Carol vanished from their spots simultaneously, soaring into the sky. They soon stopped mid-air. Robet's battle intent erupted instantly, its powerful force affecting the very fabric of the sky, causing Carol's expression to turn serious as she looked at Robet expectantly...

Carol had seen quite a few powerful individuals, though she hadn't directly fought many of them. Among all the powerful individuals Carol had encountered, Robet wasn't the strongest, but his fighting spirit was definitely the most intense!

There are warlike races in the universe, but one whose fighting spirit is so intense that it can influence the real world is something Carol has never seen or even heard of before...

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