"We need him, Constantine. Calm down. Your adrenaline levels aren't normal." Though a Large Caliber Explosive Rounds was aimed at her, though she knew Constantine truly would fire, Wanda Maximoff still gathered her courage and stepped forward without yielding. Wanda circled around the Ghost Rider, who was still burning, but the temperature in the laboratory remained high. The only vent had already been buried beneath the concrete rubble.
Constantine could see the beads of sweat on her forehead.
But the Praetorian Guard believed it had nothing to do with the room temperature. It was sweat brought on by the tension of betraying the Monarch. His work had made him suspicious of everyone except the Monarch, and the Praetorian Guard's gun never shifted away from Wanda. Even though Mass Explosive Rounds inflicted excessive damage on the human body, even though the Praetorian Guard, as the City of Immortals' most powerful heavy infantry unit, could easily wipe out a modern army equipped with light armor and individual anti-tank weapons, Constantine still believed the weapon in his hands might not be enough against a fully committed Wanda Maximoff—his assessment of Wanda Maximoff's capabilities was based on half of the abilities currently displayed by the Monarch, factoring in her lack of dangerous knowledge and combat experience. Even so, Constantine still regarded her as a Great Enemy, focusing on investigating every aspect of Wanda Maximoff and trying to find the fastest way to crush her and render her unable to act. When Wanda approached and extended a hand in an attempt to soothe him, Constantine immediately became alert. "Don't try to cast a spell on me, witch! Otherwise, I'll kill you where you stand," he said. "And my adrenaline levels are perfectly normal. This is a physiological function bestowed upon me by my lord."
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