"You're fucking insane, Barry!"
No sooner had Barry uttered his earth-shattering declaration than Constantine was the first to jump up. His face, pale from blood loss and exhaustion, was now flushed red, and spittle flew far as he spoke.
"Go to Apokolips? Slaughter Darkseid? Look at the mess we've made of!"
He pointed to Barry's bare lower body, then to his own tattered trench coat, "Back in our heyday, even a group of us would have thought twice before going there. Now? Are we going to deliver dessert to that bastard?!"
His roar echoed in the deathly silent bar, sharp and piercing.
The Raven didn't speak, but her furrowed brows made her stance clear.
Kate and Barbara exchanged a glance, their expressions also grave.
This plan has gone beyond the realm of "daring"; it's pure suicide.
Their original plan was to rescue the Justice League members and leave, but they never expected that the Flash would be even crazier than them!
However, faced with Constantine's near-collapse-like questioning, Barry did not defend himself, nor did his expression change in the slightest.
At this moment, Thor yawned lazily, seemingly unconcerned about Constantine's anger. He simply raised his hand and casually waved it at Barry's empty lower body.
There were no incantations, no light, and no earth-shattering phenomena.
The next second, to everyone's astonishment, a miracle occurred.
Flesh and blood grew wildly at a visible speed, pale bones extended from the fracture, nerves and blood vessels coiled around it like intricate vines, and skin covered everything... In the blink of an eye, Barry Allen's missing lower body... grew back perfectly intact.
Even his tattered the Flash suit was restored to its original condition, looking brand new as if it had just been manufactured.
"..."
Constantine's cigarette, which he had just lit, fell to the ground again, this time along with the half-burnt cigarette butt.
He was completely numb, his mind went blank.
What kind of magic is this?
No... this isn't magic!
Constantine's worldview was utterly crushed!
He had spent his entire life wielding magic, making deals with the devil, and dealing with angels. He knew better than anyone that the use of any form of power inevitably came at a price!
Equivalent exchange is the ironclad rule that underpins the operation of the entire world!
But he didn't feel anything at all!
There were no violent fluctuations of energy, no wails of Soul Stone sacrifice, and not even the slightest distortion of the causal lines!
Just by waving his hand, the lower half of a grown person suddenly appeared?
They even patched up the pants?! What the hell is the logic behind this?!
Even the Creator God personally creating humans seems absurd, doesn't it?!
Raven's body tensed, her purple eyes filled with unprecedented shock.
As a half-demon, she can sense the flow of emotions and energy.
But in that brief moment, all she perceived was... nothingness.
A Void, as if this event didn't require the consumption of anything; it simply happened naturally, simpler than breathing.
This situation terrified her even more than facing Darkseid directly.
However, compared to the two great wizards' loss of composure, the members of the Bat Family appeared unusually calm.
Kate and Barbara merely raised an eyebrow, while Jason Todd even let out a disdainful snort.
Commissioner Gordon remained as steady as a mountain, merely adjusting his glasses in silence.
Are you kidding me?
They had personally witnessed how this guy pulled Jason and Gordon, who were already dead, straight out of the realm of the dead.
Compared to bringing the Deadman back to life, limb regeneration is child's play; it's just basic stuff.
Constantine's shock was not over yet.
After doing all this, Thor didn't even glance at Barry. Instead, he looked at Constantine with great interest, as if he were admiring a golden retriever that was having an existential crisis.
He stretched out his other hand and lightly snapped his the Snap in the empty space in front of Constantine.
"Snap."
After the crisp sound, a figure appeared out of thin air.
She wore a black top hat, a well-tailored white silk shirt and a black tuxedo, and sexy black fishnet stockings and a pair of high heels that could crush bones.
The beautiful face that Constantine had cherished so deeply, the face he had longed for day and night, was now filled with bewilderment and confusion.
"... Where am I?" Zatanna Zatara looked around, and when her gaze fell on the disheveled man with bloodshot eyes, she froze.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Constantine's breathing stopped completely.
He looked at the woman before him, at her standing there unharmed, at her familiar attire, at her confused blue eyes.
An indescribable mix of bitterness and ecstasy instantly overwhelmed all his reason and pretense.
" Xiao Zha..."
He lunged forward, like a lost child finding his way home, and with all his might, he held Zatanna tightly in his arms, so tightly that he almost wanted to meld her into his body.
The warm liquid instantly soaked Zatanna's shoulder.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have run away back then!" He buried his face in her neck, his voice choked with sobs, repeating this confession that was far too long overdue.
Zatanna's body stiffened, and she let him hold her.
She could sense the deep pain and regret in the man's Soul Stone, but her mind remained a complete mess.
She shouldn't be here.
She must be dead; she was torn to pieces during the war against Darkseid to buy Constantine time to escape.
She should reappear at the time Batman predicted to resurrect Constantine.
But this is clearly not the time now. What exactly happened?
" John..." Zatanna gently patted his back, trying to calm him down, "That was a coercive spell I cast on you, forcing you to run away..."
Before she could finish speaking, Constantine rudely interrupted her.
"I know! I know it was that damned Bruce Wayne who did it!" He jerked his head up, his eyes bloodshot, his face a mixture of tears and madness. "That bastard! He schemed against everyone!"
He clearly hadn't fully grasped the meaning behind Zatanna's words, or rather, he refused to try.
He preferred to pin all the blame on the Dark Knight, whom he both respected and hated.
After saying that, he released Zatanna, turned around abruptly, and looked at the blond man with a playful expression.
Constantine didn't use any fancy words; he simply bowed deeply and solemnly to Thor.
This bow is an expression of gratitude for the life-saving grace.
Then, he straightened up, took a deep breath, and the recklessness and madness unique to Hellblazer returned to him once again.
He glanced around at everyone present, finally fixing his gaze on Barry.
"Okay, Barry."
Constantine grinned, revealing a set of teeth yellowed from nicotine, his smile carrying a reckless and manic defiance.
"I agree to your shitty plan!"
"Let's fuck Apokolips and kill that son of a bitch Darkseid!"
He paused, then added, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth.
"And while we're at it! Pin those two bastards, Superman and Batman, to the ground and give them a good beating too!"
"I've wanted to do this for ages!!!"