"You seem to be lacking in manners."
Constantine did not try to smoke a third cigarette.
For him, as long as he has not just come out of a convenience store, the number of cigarettes on his body will always be scarce.
Just for nothing, Shane knocked two of them away from a distance using some unknown means. If I continue to fight hard, I am afraid that when I get to a place where I can smoke, there will really be no cigarettes to smoke.
"I can only say that the means to find you are indeed true, but the place you are standing on now belongs to private territory."
Constantine pursed his lips and did not say any bad words as usual.
He naturally recognizes Zhent/Shane. Viltrumite's name is due to the fact that Shane is not too low-key among Metahumans on the earth, so Magic World has also heard about it.
What's more, the two parties have actually met several times, and he even interacted with Monarch.
Doctor Fate originally called this kid Human Demon. You can imagine what kind of existence Shane is to some mages.
This is especially true for Constantine.
Demon lords can negotiate, that's because those guys have interests first and are not very bright-minded in nature.
But this Viltrumite is different.
He is reckless, he has no shortage of brains at critical moments, and he doesn't even say hello before he starts taking action.
In order to say a few words to each other for a while, I am afraid that my words will really be torn off.
So Constantine only looks calm now, but in fact his head is already buzzing due to nervousness.
"It seems like you need my help - otherwise, I can take action, but you owe me a favor, right?"
After thinking for a moment, Constantine tentatively asked.
Shane didn't answer, just raised his eyebrows.
It's not that he didn't want to answer.
But when Constantine said that sentence just now, from the beginning to the end, he felt some kind of strange feeling coming from his body at least three times.
Not an attack.
More like----
I was caught by a rope, chained by an iron chain, and hooked by a hook.
The first two strokes passed by his body smoothly, but the third stroke was simply because the hook was not strong enough and there was no sting to move him.
Constantine was very surprised and exclaimed in a low voice.
"Magic and Witchcraft are immune? Monarch doesn't have this trait like you."
Although I have heard about Constantine's habits for a long time, Shane almost stopped laughing.
His Magic immunity is certainly not infinitely strong, as can be seen from the fact that Monarch can be separated from his body and soul again by Parallax.
Therefore, Shane is still very wary of Magic's attitude, and will not be like Superman, who knows he is hard to get hurt and just uses his face to test it every day.
But I can't help but Constantine's sinister moisturizing is silent, so this guy is not strong enough to casually spit out the words "Magic" to reach the level of Parallax's slashing.
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
Shane rushed towards Constantine at a neither fast nor slow speed.
The latter's expression changed, and he quickly waved his hands and backed away.
"Wait a minute! Those things just now were misunderstandings, we can talk about it again----ouch--Fuck!"
Although the moment Shane got closer, several golden defense Magic appeared on Constantine's body, but in front of Shane, those Magic defenses were as vulnerable as glass sharply chiselled by diamond.
He accurately crushed the little toe of Constantine's left foot, and Shane retracted twice as fast as when he lunged forward just now.
Looking at Constantine, who was squatting on the ground and covering his toes, wailing, Shane finally spoke formally to the other party.
"Don't try to cast a spell while you're screaming. You know, the distance between us is enough for me to interrupt you when you utter the first abnormal syllable with hostility."
After the warning, Shane returned to its previous seemingly harmless and conciliatory attitude.
"I apologize again for kidnapping you here for no reason, but there is a world-class crisis that I'm afraid needs your help."
Constantine raised his head angrily.
"Boy, I'm telling you, I'm tired of living a long time ago! The world has nothing to do with me!"
"Really?"
Shane raised the corner of his mouth, raised the leg he had just stepped on Constantine and shook it.
"It's a pity that I just figured out a way to tie you to the fate of Gotham - do you really have no grudges about dying?"
Constantine frowned slightly in confusion, and was tremblingly trying to heal his own toes when his expression suddenly changed.
A golden light wheel emerged from the palm of Constantine, followed closely by the man who was still wailing for his shattered toes just now, but at this moment, he raised the knife and cut off his left leg from the knee down without hesitation.
But for such a severe injury, Constantine just groaned and didn't even bother to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
Several golden Magic circle lines first stopped the bleeding in the section of the broken leg, and then a dark red alien calf with tangled muscles was summoned out of thin air and connected under his broken leg.
Shane glanced at it in surprise. Of course, super vision also includes the motion capture part.
When the inhuman calf was summoned, Shane could clearly see the pulsating blood vessels and contracting muscles under the dark red skin.
Just highlight something new.
It is estimated that Demon, who was previously signed by Constantine without knowing it, has suffered such a sudden misfortune. I am afraid it is not that he is jumping on one leg and cursing his mother somewhere in anger.
And Constantine, who had reattached a leg to himself, finally couldn't stand it any longer.
He glanced at his predecessor's calf that was chopped off by his own hands with lingering fear, and then looked at Shane with an expression of indignation and horror.
"Have you soaked the soles of your feet in the cursed toilet of Lord Demon? Why is it so poisonous!"
Shane no longer shook off his legs that were stained with microscopic viruses. After standing firm, he answered in a deep voice.
"This is where I'm looking for your help. The whole Gotham is now filled with this virus----"
Constantine tensed up even harder, almost roaring and interrupting Shane.
"Gotham A city like this that is full of people like me will be destroyed if it is destroyed! Why do you, an alien, care so much about this wretched place!"
I wipe it.
Constantine This guy's positioning of himself is surprisingly clear.
"This is only temporary. This virus can spread to the world at any time, and the fatality rate is very high."
Shane returned with a black face.
"I know that most Magic World guys don't care much about the real world, but for you, the two worlds are often the gutter where you hide back and forth. If reality dies, can you still hide in Magic World for the rest of your life?"
After finishing the explanation, Constantine's pupils dilated slightly, and it was obvious that he finally started to think seriously, and Shane also started to roll up his sleeves.
You can't think about this old thing for too long, otherwise you might come up with some weird ideas.
"Also, I have now confirmed that you do not want to die, or that the world after physical death will be worse for you."
Shane finally began to reveal the iconic Viltrum-style ferocity.
"Now, I will tell you with force. You have to help or not to help. As for what hidden dangers you will leave for Gotham - anyway, as you said, this poor place doesn't care if it gets worse. As long as human civilization will not perish, you can do whatever you want."
Constantine, who was so frightened that he suddenly came to his senses, looked at Shane approaching him again, his face turned green.
The calf of Demon that had just been replaced started to work. Constantine turned around and ran in a circle around Shadow Dimension to avoid being caught up by Shane.
"What's going on with you? Why are you only thinking about violence? I'm trying to think of a solution!"