Constantine first took a deep drag of his Silk Cut, then a huge gulp of liquor. After sorting out his thoughts, he answered Deathstroke's question.
"Baba is a very trendy religious belief. Its followers believe he is God, Brahma, Messiah, Christ, Yahweh, Ra, Avatar, the Three Pure Ones, Buddha, and so on. As long as you believe in any religion in this universe, then he is the supreme god of your faith."
Zha Kang explained something utterly baffling in the simplest possible terms.
"Uh, what if I'm a follower of Flying Spaghetti Monsterism?" Su Ming wore the expression of a Black man looking at a question mark. This Baba God's positioning seemed a little half-baked.
"Where the hell did you find a cult like that?!" Even Constantine could not help mocking him. He took a deep breath with a look of Despair. "But fine. If you really worship some flying Italian pasta, then Baba is flying Italian pasta."
"I really don't understand why anyone would believe in gods." Chief chuckled and glanced at Luthor from the corner of his eye, clearly implying something else.
He was bringing up the old shameful history of the bald man being lured away by Perpetua again.
"Sounds like this Baba God intends to scoop up the followers of every other faith in one net." Batwoman spoke up then. There was no expression on her face; all they could see was a mass of black shadow obscured by steaming mist. "But its strength is unknown."
That was another question. Batwoman was asking whether this Baba God possessed strength worthy of its ambition.
"Actually, the last time I encountered a follower of Baba God was in Gotham." Constantine turned toward Batwoman, his expression becoming rather strange. "Guess where I met him and learned about Baba God's