When he saw that Nabu was not paying attention to him, an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Constantine's mouth.
Yes, he had long anticipated that Nabu would think he was trying to distract him. That was why he had devised this plan, considering the opposite of the other man's thought process.
The Swamp Thing transformed into a super giant was actually the bait. After all, against a small enemy like Nabu, a giant would not have much of an advantage.
In the end, magic had to defeat magic. The answer was to use Constantine's Hell Magic to defeat Nabu's Order Magic.
Nabu thought Zha Kang was, as always, feinting to draw his attention. But because he was too familiar with Constantine, he failed to notice that Zha Kang was truly prepared to risk his life this time.
Watching Nabu's Golden Cloak flutter through the brilliantly colored night sky, Constantine brought the spell arrays in his hands together again, striking a pose as though firing an energy blast as he continued to speak.
"If I were someone who cared about the greater good, perhaps I'd worry that this magic would inflict irreversible damage on my body, soul, or even this world." He brought his hands together, and bloody tears immediately streamed from his eyes as Hellfire erupted from his eye sockets. "But I've already paid the price!"
As his words fell, a crimson pillar of energy burst from his hands. It was a powerful spell he had taught himself from books, nearly on par with Albera's God-Slaying Fireball—a decisive spell capable of erasing gods.
If Nabu were hit, even if he did not die, he would be severely wounded. Of course, Constantine would face backlash of roughly the same level. He did not have Lucifer around to foot the