Fantasy World Transmigration

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Constantine was standing downstairs in an apartment building. This is where Papa Midnight ran his gang. As soon as Constantine got out of the taxi, he saw some Midnight Sons, gangsters led by their Papa. They were downstairs Standing guard, hiding in the corner to monitor the crowd, when he saw Constantine, he was so surprised that he even dropped the tobacco from his mouth.

A person quickly disappeared and went upstairs to report to their father.

Constantine calmly observed the disappearing young man from the corner of his eyes, and calmly said to Zatana in the car, "Aren't you going up?"

"I won't go up... just wait for you here." Zatana was very unimpressed with that African voodoo master.

"I've put the reverse spell in your pocket... hope he calms down. What did you steal from him again?" Zatanna asked, "It's a shame to stand with you... ..."

"Don't say that...Xiao Zha, it's just a skull detection." Constantine said calmly: "I thought I had cleared up the misunderstanding with him! There was a huge power fluctuation in the metropolis that day. I was a little curious, so I discussed it." Then I borrowed that thing from my father, but I didn’t see him when I went, so I didn’t tell him.”

"But you didn't expect that thing to come to your door, right!" Zatanna sneered, "Go up! Accept the punishment you deserve."

Constantine said with a playful smile: "Xiao Zha, you know...we are best at evading punishment and price. This is magic..."

At this time, Constantine had already seen from the corner of his eyes, a big black man with a shirtless upper body came down with a group of people, and he was wearing a big gold chain. Papa Midnight is a voodoo master from Haiti, and some of his men are Powerful Negro. Constantine walked towards him with a smile on his face and said, "Hey! My buddy... It's been a long time. Is daddy okay?"

The black man went up and punched Constantine, knocking him to the ground: "You stole something from Dad...again, you dare to come!"

Constantine fell to the ground and let out a cry of pain.

Constantine raised his head and said, "Didn't I come here? I have borrowed and paid back, I am showing my sincerity, and I am also helping Dad solve a problem... You should know what happened in the metropolis that day. We all know that someone will come to find that thing..."

"Uh!" Constantine was given another crowbar by Lao Hei.

Constantine was beaten and collapsed to the ground, and Lao Hei stopped his hands and said, "Father wants to see you! You should think about how to explain it first!"

When I saw Papa Midnight,

Konstantin is not surprised at all that he is torturing two people who are already hard to be human, one of them, with long hair, looks like a woman, but now it has become a woman's nightmare, its lower body is completely It disappeared, and the spine held its intestines on the ground, and it was still howling: "Please, please, please, please let me be free!"

It has turned into a hideous and terrifying resurrected corpse!

Father Midnight stood beside him with his cigar in his mouth and his arms folded. He looked at Constantine, who was wearing a voodoo robe, and said with a sneer, "I'm curious what you are looking for? Constantine, you stole something from me." , going to look for the magical artifact that appeared in the metropolis... This is not your style, generally speaking, you will restrain your greed."

"You know the price of magic very well. Although you are reluctant to say that, Constantine...you are a scum, but you are also a scum with a position."

"You maintain the balance of magic!" Father Midnight said, "That's why I'm still willing to hear what happened when I saw your rotten meat...Of course, don't play such little tricks in front of me! "Papa Midnight reached out and took out a strange charm in the pocket of Constantine's jacket.

"Reverse the spell, return the damage you have suffered to the last person who hurt you today!"

Father Midnight pressed Constantine onto the face of the half-mutilated corpse, allowing him to have an intimate encounter with it.

Zha Kang was so sick with the stench of the rotting corpse that he wanted to vomit, until the teeth of the corpse bit him, he screamed: "If you do this, Xiao Zha won't kiss me for half a year!"

Papa Midnight flipped the spell a little bit, and the spell suddenly burned, transferring all the damage Constantine suffered to the revenant.

Father Midnight let go of Constantine's grip on the nape of the neck, allowing him to stand up calmly. Zha Kang adjusted his windbreaker and shirt a little bit, protruding a mouthful of rancid saliva in disgust, he swore With a snap of his fingers, his surroundings were plunged into darkness. In a dark space, there were only Zha Kang and Midnight.

"I have received orders from that lord!" Zha Kang said:

"Don't play tricks... John, I'm not a very patient person." Father Midnight said.

Some distorted blue flames suddenly appeared around Constantine, and a vague figure appeared in the middle of the flames. He looked at Constantine and said, "I need you to do something for me, John." Father Midnight was horrified. Surprised: "Prophet!"

"The First Prophet!" Constantine turned sideways to the magic-preserved projection. His silhouette was holding a cigarette in his mouth. Cigarettes are also a medium for casting spells. In fact, the history of tobacco being used in occultism is almost the same as tobacco being used in occultism. The history of human use is synchronous. Indian wizards like smoking tobacco to cast spells, using smoke as a medium for spellcasting.

A white-robed wizard who writes as a wizard and reads as a berserker is also fond of tobacco.

There was smog around the projection, and it was obvious that Zha Kang used tobacco as a medium to reveal it.

The distorted projection of the first prophet said: "There will be an artifact in the metropolis in the future..." A blurry shadow with green light appeared in the smoke, and Constantine said slowly: "Like kryptonite, right?"

"It is very dangerous, it is a portal to another world, it can make the fourth prophet, it is a key that is sent in... find it for me, Constantine. It is a powerful Beacon for the wizard to go home, but we can't let him back, because he will destroy this world. There are three outsiders who came to our world."

Reed, Spiderling, and Strange's vague shadows appeared in the projection.

"Protect him." The First Prophet looked at Reed's projection complicatedly.

Then he said to the little spider's projection: "And the artifact is on him! He may destroy the world, but this world should have been destroyed long ago. You don't have to care about it. He is the one we have chosen to destroy this world."

"And he!" The First Prophet pointed to Strange and said, "It is the mage who was exiled out of time. You must bring him back at the right time. If the timing is not right, the process of the destruction of this world will not be affected. control."

The figure of Constantine appeared in the projection for the first time, and he asked the first to know: "Isn't it the committee's responsibility to protect this world? Why are you looking for me?"

"Because our opinions have diverged, the Three Prophets have split! We all saw that the world was at a critical juncture, standing at a crossroads leading to different futures, but our opinions were greatly divided, and all Everyone wants to save this world, but this world can no longer be saved!"

"We have to make a choice, a different choice!"

"So we each act on our own. Only when the three prophets have the same opinion, the committee will act. This is the iron rule I set. The committee is trying its best to save me now, and I must guarantee that there is a chance to start again, so I can only Let the second and third prophets do their thing, and you know, no one is better than the second prophet when it comes to making decisions for the world."

Constantine said solemnly: "That's really a...enviable ability."

"We don't agree, so I need you to get that artifact, so that I can prevent him from making the choice for the world at a critical time."

"But he can prevent me from touching that artifact at all." Constantine said.

"No...he will!" The First Prophet smiled and said, "As long as it can make you unlucky...he will take the initiative to deliver things to your door. This is the game rule between us."

All illusions disappeared... Father Midnight was silent.

He stood up, turned his head and walked into the darkness. The two of them left the dark world and returned to reality.

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