Luthor was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
The hall fell into silence.
Only the strong wind outside Divine Temple fluttered the flag on the black stone spire, making a hunting sound.
Tread, step, step.
A rush of footsteps came from outside the corridor.
The female attendant Lark, wearing a black leather corset, walked quickly into the hall.
There were two shimmering short blades hanging on her waist, and her face looked a little strange.
Walking ten steps in front of the throne, Lark knelt down on one knee and performed a Divine Temple military salute.
"Report to the Lord God."
Lark lowered his head, with a look of confusion and absurdity.
Suddenly there was a smell of extremely low-quality burnt tobacco in the air, mixed with a stench like dead fish and rotten shrimps.
Chu Men sniffed and frowned slightly.
"What does it smell like?"
Lark responded quickly:
"Master, we caught a homeless man sneaking around outside the east barrier. He was talking crazy words."
Lark's voice echoed in the empty hall.
Chu Men leaned on the throne, supporting his chin with one hand, and a rare trace of interest flashed in his eyes.
"Bring it up."
Two tall biochemical police officers pushed a man through the corridor.
The man was wearing a tan windbreaker that was so dirty that the original color could not be discerned. The hem was torn into strips and stained with black and red mud.
His blond hair was as messy as a bird's nest, his beard was unkempt, and his eyes were black and blue.
There was half a silk-cut cigarette hanging on his lips, which was almost burned to the sponge. There was no open flame in the cigarette butt, and only wisps of spicy and pungent gray smoke were emitted.
With two heavy plasma guns pointing at his back, the man didn't panic at all.
He shrugged his shoulders, put his hands in the pockets of his tattered windbreaker, stepped on the wet mud, and staggered up to the main hall.
"Hey, be gentle, big guys."
The man grinned, revealing teeth that were yellowed by tar.
"This dress is a high-end custom made by Savile Row. I can't afford to pay for it if it breaks your poor biochemical engine oil."
Luthor's eyes turned cold and he shouted sharply:
"Kneel down! It is a grave sin to look directly at the Lord of God!"
The man glanced sideways at Luthor and whistled frivolously.
"Oh, look at this shiny bald gentleman."
"Lex·Luthor, the smartest capitalist in the United States, is now a gatekeeper eunuch?"
Click!
Luthor The guard beside him raised his gun and loaded it, and the blue-white plasma beam instantly locked the man's eyebrows.
Not only did the man not hide, he raised his hands in an exaggerated manner, and the cigarette butt in his mouth shook up and down.
"Don't be nervous, everyone, don't be nervous."
He cleared his throat, looked across the crowd, and landed on Chu Men, who was above him.
"My name is John, I'm just a fortune teller passing by."
"The great catastrophe has just passed. I sensed the great will in the sky and came here to offer a trivial prophecy."
John·Constantine had a smooth, flattering smile on his face, his waist slightly bowed, like a scoundrel who was swindling on the street.
"Great Lord God, I saw the cracks in the stars and the flames raging beneath the ground."
"You saved this crumbling world and are the only shepherd of all the lost sheep."
"I just want to beg for food, and I can ask for a little bit from you... like the piece of black metal that you crushed into pieces?"
Constantine used two dirty fingers to draw a tiny gap.
"It's just a little bit of Mother Box residue as big as a fingernail. I can use it to divine the specific coordinates of the dimensional crack for you, so you can be sure that you are innocent."
Luthor sneered and pulled out the gun on his waist.
"The beggar who talks nonsense, just drag him out and melt him into nourishment."
"Wait."
Chu Men A plain voice sounded in the hall.
The sound was not loud, but it caused all the equipment and people in the entire hall to freeze instantly.
Even Constantine's smooth face paused for half a second at this moment.
Chu Men straightened up from the throne.
Her long silver-white hair hung down on her chest, and her obsidian eyes fell on Constantine.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a down-and-out, slovenly street gangster who talks about running the train.
But under Chu Men's now perfect Silver Superman physique.
The barriers between macro and micro are in vain.
Chu Men's gaze directly penetrated the greasy and dirty windbreaker, penetrated the skinny muscle tissue, and reached deep into the soul.
That is definitely not a mortal soul.
Deep in this man's bone marrow and neural network, an extremely rich and putrid dark red fluid flows.
That is the pure blood of a high-level demon.
What's even more exciting is the origin of his soul.
The soul was tightly entangled with countless thick black chains, with different sulfur seals densely imprinted on them.
The brand of First of the Fallen, the contract of Lucifer, and even the soul anchor of a huge demonic figure with three eyes.
This liar who looked like he was about to starve to death on the street mortgaged his soul in multiple copies to all the demon kings who could be named in Hell.
The smell of low-quality tobacco on his body was just to cover up the strong Hell stench.
"Soothsayer?"
Chu Men chuckled and walked down the steps slowly.
He didn't use flying, he just stepped on the stone steps step by step.
With each step, the pressure in the air becomes heavier.
Constantine The smile on his face gradually stiffened, and his hands that were originally in his pockets subconsciously tightened.
The demon blood flowing in his body, the moment Chu Men approached, seemed to have encountered an indescribable and terrifying natural enemy, and it trembled crazily.
It is an instinctive tremor originating from the lowest level of the soul.
"Wait a minute... this big brother has something to say..."
Constantine moved his heels half a step back, and a large layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Chu Men walked to and stood half a meter in front of him.
The height difference between the two allowed Chu Men to look down at the scammer very naturally.
Chu Men stretched out his right hand, reached out like lightning, and grabbed the half of the cigarette in Constantine's mouth.
Click.
A white golden shimmer flashed across the palm of Chu Men.
The half of the cigarette, together with the nicotine, tar inside, and a miniature demon teleportation rune hidden inside the filter, was crushed into a fiery ball of Mars on the spot.
Mars fell along Chu Men's fingers and sprinkled on Constantine's pale face, burning out a few tiny red spots.
Constantine grimaced in pain, but did not even dare to moan.
You can hear a needle drop in the hall.
Chu Men lowered his head, with the tip of his nose almost touching Constantine's ear, took a deep breath, and then curled his lips in disgust.
"John·Constantine."
Chu Men pronounced the name.
Constantine His whole body trembled violently, and a hint of shock that could not be concealed finally appeared in the depths of his pupils.
Chu Men straightened up, the playfulness in his eyes becoming more intense.
It was the look in the eyes of a predator that had been hungry for three days and finally saw a live and dancing prey in the wilderness.
"I can smell that Hell old bastard on you from three blocks away."
Chu Men raised his right hand and patted Constantine's stiff cheek.
Snap, snap.
The force was not strong, but it made Constantine's teeth chatter.
"Tell me, Hell... can you resist being beaten?"