Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"hum"

The space was shaking, and soon, a guy in a long black windbreaker with messy hair came out of the space with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at the city that had been completely restored with melancholy eyes, and he sniffled, disdainfully He curled his lips, and then continued to walk forward.

It's something to be glad that things are back to normal, and it's even more cause for celebration after a narrow escape from hell.

But for Constantine, all of this is just a disgusting reincarnation. As a bad boy with a bad relationship with others, he instinctively hates all of this, especially after he has an extra layer of shackles on him. This world of the living hates more and more.

But we all know that pure hate doesn't change anything.

"boom"

The door of the room, which had been dusty for a long time, was pushed open, bringing up a thick cloud of dust. After the light entering the room became dimmer, Constantine walked in. He closed the door and immersed himself in the darkness. With a wave of his hand, all the dust was rolled up by a force and thrown into the trash can.

He cautiously took something out of his arms and put it on the table in front of him. He pulled open his shirt, revealing the shining soul stone on his chest, which pierced into his heart and shone in the darkness. With a pale yellow light, and with the beating of the light, an inexplicable force spread in the room. Soon, the soul stone he put on the table was unsealed. A tall and slender beauty with a similar appearance appeared in the darkness.

She has long blond hair and is wearing blood-stained home clothes, with a blank expression on her face, like a motionless puppet.

Constantine looked at her, with obsession in his eyes, he took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and wiped the face of this soul, the touch was cold, he muttered to himself,

"All of this is for you, my Cheryl...don't worry, soon, soon we will meet for real."

Two hours later, Constantine rubbed his hands nervously, looking at the horizontal coffin in front of him, in which lay a woman exactly like Cheryl, wearing a white skirt, for a woman who can walk freely in this world and hell For the guys among them, it is not difficult to get this taboo resurrection method, but for Constantine now, there is nothing he can't pay.

All the hardships, all the sacrifices, all the waiting are for this moment.

"Well..."

Under Constantine's eager gaze, the woman in front of her opened her eyes in a daze. She stretched out her hand and rubbed her forehead, and crawled out of the coffin with difficulty, and then saw the tearful man standing in front of her Constantine, it can be seen that her thinking is still a little chaotic. She looked at Constantine and felt that her brother seemed to be a little different, but when she looked closely, she seemed to be exactly the same as before.

"Well, John, you're grown up, don't act like a child."

She stretched out her hand gently, wanting to wipe away tears for her younger brother, but the next moment, she was hugged by Constantine in his arms. She froze for a moment, but felt the kind of nostalgia for her younger brother, which made her With a wry smile, he reached out and patted Constantine on the back, "Okay, okay, stop messing around, Gemma, and Hamilton... Wait, I remembered something..."

Her expression became flustered, and a sudden memory flooded into her mind, causing her to hold her head and grunt in pain. Constantine hurriedly picked her up and put her on the sofa, using his soul power, Helping Cheryl regain consciousness, looking into those painful eyes, Constantine subconsciously wanted to make up a lie to comfort her, but the next moment, he remembered the terrible consequences of the last lie, so he gritted his teeth,

"Well, let me tell you, my sister..."

Constantine didn't hide anymore, and told all the bad things that happened to her sister, including how she was killed by her crazy husband, how she fell into hell, how Constantine tricked her, and how she was exposed, Let Cheryl's soul completely degenerate, until how he rescued her again, and what happened now.

"I am dead?"

Cheryl touched her arm, "Am I really dead? But what's going on?"

"I brought you back to life... Cheryl."

Constantine sat across from her, he had never been so gentle before, "Just treat it as a memory of the past, the present you have nothing to do with the past..."

As a liar, when he resurrected his sister, Constantine only moved a little bit, deliberately making Cheryl's feelings for Hamilton, that is, her ex-husband, very weak. This kind of manipulation is necessary. Because a weak soul cannot carry so many memories, Constantine just did it conveniently.

He really didn't want to lose his sister anymore. There was such a reason. Sheryl quickly accepted this set of facts. She didn't feel anything about her ex-husband's suicide, but she was very fond of her own daughter. Heartbroken, she grabbed Constantine's hand and looked at him earnestly,

"My brother, you'll help me find Gemma, won't you?"

Constantine nodded, "I will find her, I owe that child too much...I swear!"

After realizing that the warmth in her hand was her sister's gentle hand, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became a little ambiguous. Cheryl subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but Constantine grabbed it. Standing up and walking to Cheryl, squatting down, looking directly at her sister's dodging gaze, she kissed her firmly and tenderly.

"Come on... John, we're..."

"We are dead, my Cheryl, and the rules of mortals can no longer govern us... You know, I have been looking forward to it... for too long."

Twenty minutes later, a refreshed Constantine came out of the bedroom in pajamas, smoking a cigarette, and humming. It was still a dark room, but for him and Cheryl, the darkness was no longer Question, but just as he was taking a bottle of beer out of the fridge, a red flame from a lit cigarette lit up in the couch behind him, the sound of a metal lighter opening and closing, and a deep, deep sound that Konstantin will never forget The voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

"You are in good spirits, my old friend, Konstantin..."

The wine bottle in Constantine's hand fell with a bang, hitting the ground and shattering into pieces of glass. The crisp sound made Cheryl couldn't help asking,

"John, what's the matter?"

"Stay out! Cheryl! Run!"

Constantine waved his left hand, and a silver cross appeared in his hand. He rushed towards the figure on the sofa like a tiger, but the next moment, Cheryl's terrified scream made Constantine's figure stop. In situ, the light in the room was turned on at this moment, and he saw Saibo who was leaning on the sofa, squinting and smoking a cigarette. Facing his attack, Saibo didn't even see it.

On the other side, the triumphant little girl Catherine commanded her servant demon to push Cheryl, who only wore "simple" clothes, out of the bedroom. It was a female fallen angel carefully selected by Seber for Catherine as a birthday present. It was given to her, and she was obviously very happy that such a little girl gained the limelight in her circle of friends, but behind her was a plaice wearing a black and white maid outfit, holding a cane in his hand, with an indifferent face, Well... that's the old name, now we can call her Ms. Dorothy.

Saibo turned his head and glanced at the terrified Cheryl, his eyes stopped on her naked body, and he turned around and said to Constantine with an ambiguous expression,

"This girl is in good shape, you are blessed."

Facing this kind of ridicule among friends, Constantine threw away the cross in his hand with an ugly face, and said beggingly,

"Don't hurt her, I'll let you do it! Cyber...you never hurt a woman, I know!"

"So in your eyes, I'm just a good old man who can be bullied, deceived and used at will?"

Seber shrugged, "It's a pity, John, I thought we were friends, by the way, why is your face so ugly? Are you sick?"

Constantine grabbed his hair, he seemed to be unable to think of any other way, he looked at the terrified Cheryl, he took a deep breath, knelt down in front of Saber, seeing this movement , Saibo's expression turned cold,

"Huh? What does that mean? I consider you a friend, John...are you... laughing at me?"

He snorted, Zha Kang jumped up as if on a spring, and stood aside very obediently, with a difficult expression on his face, he said very respectfully,

"I'll give you whatever you want...Serber, please, really! Don't hurt her!"

"This is what you said!"

Saibo nodded in satisfaction, snapped his fingers,

"Girl, take Ms. Cheryl out of here. There seems to be one less biology teacher in Gotham's Ridner Street Middle School. I think Ms. Cheryl will not refuse."

He waved his hand slowly, and put the golden magic hunting gun on Constantine's head. He looked at Cheryl and asked kindly,

"Right? Ms. Cheryl?"

"I'm going! I'm going!"

Cheryl has never seen such a "persuasion" method. She nodded hurriedly and looked at Constantine with a worried face, while our John's face hurts. There is no way. Reason is never useful.

Five minutes later, the newly dressed Cheryl left the house under the escort of Catherine. Her worried eyes made Constantine feel as if he was being cut by a knife, but facing the increasingly frightening Cyber, Zhakang didn't care at all. A thought of confrontation.

The one in front of him is the one who killed the ruler of hell with his own hands... He is simply not on the same plane as him.

Sebo reached out and threw Constantine a cigar, he walked over, opened the window, let the night wind blow his hair, Sebo breathed comfortably, and whispered,

"Two things... 5 days later, Central City, where it was last time, arrive on time and bring the materials for summoning."

"Well, no problem, I will be there on time!"

Constantine shook his head up and down like a rattle, "What about the second thing?"

Saber glanced at him,

"Help me find something, and I will give you the specific information in 5 days... Speaking of which, I really want to know one thing, John, as a person who has no scruples and no weaknesses, he forced himself to make it How does it feel to have a bond and a weakness? Come on, let's share."

Constantine hesitated for a moment, and after realizing that Seber was really not too angry, there was a wry smile on his face,

"How should I put it? I know that Cheryl will definitely cause me a lot of trouble after being reborn, but..."

He touched his heart that was no longer beating, and there was a gentle expression on his face that he had never seen before, "But she made me stronger and gave me the courage to face the things that I would only avoid... She is indeed my weakness and my bondage, but... she is also the source of my courage, the person I will try my best to protect, and she has not made me weaker."

John Constantine took a deep breath, he looked straight at Seber, there was no fear in his eyes,

"She made me stronger."

"Very well! Very well, this is wonderful."

Saber rubbed his nose, "A cruel villain like me is almost moved to tears...I said, buddy..."

He patted Constantine on the shoulder, and said in his ear with a playful face,

"Then keep going strong, and don't forget... your weakness, your bond, is in my hands now... work hard for me, I won't put you in chains anymore, John... .I just need to lock up Cheryl."

"Sometimes, you really have to act like you don't care, as if there is nothing worth paying attention to... Maybe it will hurt your lover's heart, make her misunderstand you, and make you alienate you, but trust me, It's protecting her..."

"The farther away from you, the safer she is..."

"So, I'm going, good luck... Hellcatcher."