Stephen Strange had just returned from practicing portal magic and was wondering why the spell had failed to activate. Was his mindset unstable, or had he gotten the posture wrong?
And those sorcerers pointing and whispering behind his back made him even more unhappy.
Unexpectedly, as he walked, something suddenly appeared in his mouth. He blew on it instinctively, and it made a sound.
Toot~
Then he saw a little red bird fly out of the horn.
The little bird looked exceptionally angry. The moment it emerged, it flapped its wings and charged straight ahead. Everyone only felt a streak of red light flash before their eyes, and the next moment, the little bird sank into the wall and vanished.
"Tsk, tsk."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine walked over and patted the wall, only to find it smooth and flat, without any trace of an impact.
"An illusion?"
"Not that simple!"
Stephen Strange was still standing there in a daze when Li Ang casually pulled the little horn from his mouth and said with a smile, "That just now was only to show you how to use it. Now use this horn and blow it at Strange."
"Sure, I'll give it a try."
Constantine found it amusing. He took the horn Li Ang handed him and aimed it at Stephen Strange's... lower half?
Covering his crotch with both hands, Stephen Strange flew into a rage.
"Constantine, where the hell are you aiming that thing?"
But he was too innocent. He thought he could dodge by turning sideways, only for Constantine to give a wicked grin and blow it straight at his butt.
Toot~
The angry little red bird appeared again. Stephen Strange failed to dodge in time and was rammed straight into the body by it.
Whoosh—
Smack,