Here, while Robert led the Z Warrior Squad in their training, Constantine was also taking action on the other side. The Shadow Hunters, who had renounced their supernatural powers, lacked ways to make a living, and the Guardians couldn't just abandon their comrades.
After some discussions, Constantine found some work for the Shadow Hunters. It wasn't anything glamorous, merely straddling the line between the supernatural and ordinary worlds, allowing them to work and pass on information. Constantine swore he only wanted to ensure they had means to earn a living, without continuing to rely on them to gather intelligence on various dynamics!
However, if they happened to hear something, could they keep it from the Guardians, their former comrades, and not warn them to be cautious? If the Guardians received the information, wasn't it the same as if Constantine had received it?
Moreover, the Shadow Hunters had no place to stay, so Constantine offered up one of his secret bases as compensation.
Soon, everything was arranged for the Shadow Hunters. A few, like Claire who still possessed and even enhanced their powers, continued to develop their abilities and took any chance they could to confront the rampaging demons.
Due to Gabriel's influence, the dimensional rift on Earth had widened slightly, but overall, the demons were still in balance; at least they didn't keep Clark busy or force Kamar-Taj to repair the formations again.
Regarding Claire and others, Constantine had a talk. Honestly, he feared the unpredictable costs of the Shadow Hunters' lineage more than the explicitly priced dimensional magic.
But the attitudes of Claire and her companions were remarkably unanimous: "We have now regained the powers bestowed upon us by heaven. We can't give up these powers voluntarily. Whatever their schemes, we have no way to resist. We can only face what comes and accept our abilities, which is better than fearing death after gaining power."
To this, Constantine could only admit that Claire and the others were indeed cut out for the supernatural world, as venturing into it was inherently risky. Many people couldn't care less about the future as long as they could live well now.
After settling the Shadow Hunters, Constantine thought his good days were coming. He had a group of power-lost but experienced Shadow Hunters as intelligence agents, Claire and possibly the strongest Shadow Hunters working for him, and with the teleportation portals and Robert as a powerful ally, Constantine admitted he was feeling a bit inflated.
However, at that moment, the Guardians suggested visiting the original location of the magic academy. Due to the collapse of the subspace earlier, everyone had lost their powers and left in a hurry, but now they wanted to see if anything was left in the magic academy to remember it by.
Hearing the Guardians' suggestion, Constantine did not object, as they now had teleportation portals to go anywhere they desired.
With a buzz, as the Guardians opened a teleportation portal, everyone appeared at the location of the magic academy's former subspace. There was no trace of the magic academy left, as if it had disappeared just as they had seen in their hurried departure.
"Really nothing left..." Jess sighed at the place they once knew, but as he spoke, Constantine's expression changed, and he urgently yelled to everyone, "Go back! Right now!"
"Huh?" The Guardians were puzzled by Constantine's words but still instinctively opened the teleportation portal. Constantine, not hesitating, quickly led everyone through the portal, disappearing within it.
With a splash, a mysterious gush of fresh blood emerged from an unseen corner but didn't reach the portal, which also disappeared.
However, this clump of fresh blood didn't stop there; it gradually seeped into the ground and vanished...
As the blood disappeared, a faint ring of fire appeared in the air but eventually dissipated without fully forming...
"Whew! Whew! Whew!" Back at Constantine's base, under the odd gazes of Claire and others, Constantine was panting heavily. He had never shown such distress in front of them before.
Even when he faced the blood of angels that stripped Claire and others of their powers and even when he was about to be attacked, Constantine had never seemed so flustered. Of course, it was possible that Constantine had concealed himself and quietly calmed his emotions after that incident.
"What happened?" The Guardian hesitated before asking Constantine, who seemed unsure. To be honest, the Guardian still didn't understand what had just happened. He had merely followed Constantine's command to open the teleportation portal, but judging by Constantine's demeanor, something terrifying had occurred...
"Not urgent, let me smoke a couple more to calm down..." Constantine waved his hand, pulling out a cigarette with a somewhat sorrowful and melancholy air.
Truth be told, Constantine was somewhat addicted to smoking. During the days that Claire and others had interacted with Constantine, he was almost never without
a cigarette, except for the very first time they met, probably because Robert was nearby then.
At present, Constantine was clearly a bit scared. Two cigarettes were not enough; it took two packs before he finally seemed to stop.
"You sure it's okay to smoke like that?" Jess couldn't help but ask softly, watching the smoky Constantine, "Your body doesn't seem stronger than a normal person, does it?"
"So what? My body may be weak, but who can harm me?" After smoking two packs, Constantine finally regained his confidence. He took a deep breath, and the surrounding smoke visibly cleared. I smoke my own secondhand smoke, he seemed to think.
"So, what exactly happened?" Claire waved her hand, dispersing the lingering smoke around them, and looked at Constantine with some hesitation, "What's in the magic academy that scared you so much?"
"I've been thinking while I smoked, and I think I understand just how dark those angels' hearts are..." Constantine shook his head, his expression serious as he spoke to Claire and the others, "Previously, Valentine gained the power contained in the demon blood through the Holy Grail. We never considered where that demon blood came from, or how it was able to suppress Rachel's angelic blood, turning Valentine into a demon!"
"Even after the subsequent battles you've heard about, after you lost the angelic blood, Valentine lost it too. But unlike you, who lost your powers, the demon blood in Valentine transformed him completely into a demon lord, even stronger than when he had both angelic and demonic blood!"
"So, did we just encounter the owner of that drop of demon blood?" Claire's face also became serious as she asked, "Is the opponent very powerful? More powerful than Rachel?"
"Definitely stronger than Rachel!" Constantine heaved a sigh, saying softly, "I've skirted the edge of life and death for so long, each time narrowly escaping danger, but there was one time I nearly truly died in hell, and it was that old bastard who made a move!"
"Even, if it weren't for his wanting to play around, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to come back, and would have been trapped in hell forever, tormented for eternity..."
"Should we check it out again?" The Guardian, with a teleportation portal outline in his hands, tentatively asked.
"No!" Constantine quickly stopped the Guardian's action, warning, "Jess once tried to use a teleportation portal to spy on Robert and was detected. Do you think such a terrifying creature really can't sense a teleportation portal's spying? Or even come here through it?"
Clearly, Constantine had a deep-seated fear of the owner of that drop of demon blood, as it truly was the closest he had come to death!
"Should we contact Robert then?" Claire's eyes lit up as she looked at Constantine expectantly.
"Yes, we really should contact him!" Constantine nodded, this time not refusing, but still muttered hesitantly, "If only we could bring Superman along, that old bastard is definitely stronger than Rachel. Even though it's very difficult for him in his prime to come to Earth, who knows what other schemes such an old bastard might have?"
"Angels really are recklessly bold, to even dare to provoke such an old bastard. Aren't they afraid of flipping over? Now, they've flipped over early, and we have to deal with these matters..."
"Valentine's demon blood? The collapse of the subspace didn't destroy that drop of demon blood?" Soon, having ended a battle and currently helping the injured Peter Parker and others heal, Robert received a message from Constantine and unconsciously frowned.
"Robert, am I beyond help?" Seeing Robert's expression, Peter Parker looked at him with some trepidation.
"That, I didn't know he was so desperate. If I had known, I wouldn't have used such strong power..." Johnny Storm, looking a bit apologetic at Peter Parker's charred body, said.
The fight between Peter Parker and Johnny Storm had ended with Peter Parker's victory, but while the defeated Johnny Storm wasn't hurt, the victorious Peter Parker was nearly burned to a crisp.
If it weren't for Peter Parker's healing abilities and superior physical constitution, he would have been completely charred by now.
Thus, Johnny Storm regretted not going easier; had he known Peter Parker would fight so desperately, he wouldn't have made it so severe. If even Robert couldn't help Peter Parker recover, Johnny Storm didn't know what he would do...
"Oh, it's nothing..." Robert came back to his senses, looked at Johnny Storm's worried face, then glanced at Peter Parker's determined expression. He waved his hand and placed it on Peter Parker's chest. The power of a healing spell emerged, and as he healed Peter Parker, he communicated with Constantine, "So, what's this guy's name? Very powerful? Beyond a Hell Lord
?"
At this moment, Robert was completely unaware of Susan Storm and Lorna's thoughts. In their minds, with such healing capabilities, was there any need to fear injury? Not at all!
"Yes, beyond a Hell Lord!" Robert didn't know what Susan Storm and Lorna were thinking. The serious voice of Constantine echoed in his mind, "That old bastard is called Mephisto, a mighty Hell Lord!"
"In our Earth's mythological system, the category of a Hell Lord is roughly equivalent to a main god or even a god-king! And among them, the top ones are even more terrifying than a god-king!"
"Fortunately, due to the limitations of dimensional rules, such a powerful being cannot easily descend to Earth in his prime... But even so, Mephisto, that old bastard, is not to be underestimated!"
"By the way, we can mention Mephisto's name when we're transmitting messages, but when speaking, do not call out his name. He previously had no arrangements on Earth, but now that his blood is on Earth, calling his name could easily attract his attention!"
"Is he that powerful?" Robert's eyes flashed with a hint of amazement and excitement. In the Dragon Ball world, he had never heard of not casually calling a deity's name. Especially with Goku, who called out names however he pleased, and the gods, aside from being slightly unhappy in person, didn't react too much.
In the Dragon Ball world, the only name that couldn't be casually mentioned was probably the Purple Gold Gourd, which was a transformation from the Golden and Silver Horns of Journey to the West.
"So, do you guys know where Mephisto went? What he plans to do?" After regaining his senses, Robert asked Constantine eagerly.
Even if the Hell Lord was powerful, with Constantine's intelligence, it seemed that Mephisto would struggle to maintain his prime state. If necessary, they could just bring Clark along for support!
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