amaotonovel Chapter 4088 MU Superbody Major Event (165)
Chapter 4088 MU Superbody Major Event (165)
Chapter 4088 MU: The Superbody Incident (165)
Everyone turned to look at the door. The door slowly opened a crack, and a small head peeked in. When Charles could make out the boy's face by the candlelight by the door, his eyes lit up.
This was a very handsome little boy with short black hair and a somewhat mixed-race appearance. They recognized him at a glance as a young Constantine, but he didn't have the weathered and decadent look of his adult self. Instead, he had a slightly melancholic, scholarly air. This kind of quality is especially attractive in a child; to put it more poetically, he had a natural "storytelling" quality about him.
As soon as he peeked in, he noticed that the atmosphere inside the church seemed a bit off. But he seemed more afraid of what was outside, so he still squeezed through the small crack, wanting to say something.
Before he could speak again, an axe swung directly at the old priest—Jack had made his move.
"Stop! You damned murderer!" Schiller drew his gun first, aimed at Jack, and fired. "Bang!"
Upon hearing the gunshot, Constantine Jr. was visibly terrified. He instinctively ran behind his seat to hide. Charles immediately rushed to protect him, but another shot rang out near his feet.
Just as Eric was about to make a move, Charles grabbed him and gestured with his eyes towards Constantine.
The shooting of a murderer or a police officer is within the realm of common understanding; Constantine's fear is more about being implicated. But if bullets could curve, or even fall from the sky, then he would be afraid of them.
A shot struck Jack in the shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain. But seemingly enraged, he swung the axe again at the old priest. This time, the axe struck, hitting the old priest in the shoulder. He screamed and staggered away.
At this moment, Batman Arkham was already blocking the entrance, shouting righteously, "Demon, you can't fool me! You're not leaving today!"
Batman from Arkham shouted at Jack behind him, but the old priest who ran up to him gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, revealing his true form—a red-skinned demon with horns on his head.
A glint flashed in Arkham Batman's eyes, and he immediately pulled a bottle of holy water from his belt.
With a "splash," the holy water was splashed over. The demon instantly let out a scream as its skin began to dissolve and smoke began to rise from its entire body.
Constantine leaned out of his seat in shock. Then he heard Batman Arkham say in a low voice, "You can't escape, you devil. I knew what you were up to. Release this human you've been controlling, or this church will be your final resting place!"
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!" The devil continued to scream in agony, because it was just too painful. He was puzzled; he was a primordial slander demon, resistant to all kinds of holy artifacts, otherwise how could he have stayed in the church?
Logically, the holy water should only have caused minor skin damage, and it would have healed in a while. But why did the pain seem to seep into his very bones after being splashed with this holy water?
Unfortunately, the substance got into his eyes, causing them so much pain that he couldn't open them at all. As he stepped back, he was struck directly in the back by an axe. The wound immediately turned black, followed by an excruciating tingling and itching sensation.
The devil reached out to touch the wound on his back, but was instead struck on the head. Schiller, holding a candlestick, first pounded it on the devil's head, making him stagger, then plunged it down into his neck.
Blood gushed from his neck, and he glared resentfully at everyone present before turning into a pool of blood, trying to seep into the floor. Eric reached out, and the floor turned to metal. The pool of blood slid aimlessly across it for a while, turning everything it touched into metal, before finally being fixed to the ground by Schiller using a makeshift cross made from a chair back.
Jack grabbed his axe and ran outside, but Schiller immediately grabbed his gun and shouted, "Stop! Don't run!!"
Schiller followed after him. The Arkham Batman then approached Little Constantine, who was hiding behind a chair. The boy didn't seem particularly afraid, just a little puzzled; his dark eyes darted around, looking quite intelligent.
“Don’t be afraid,” Arkham Batman said, patting his head. “You’ve gotten separated from your father? Where is he? Shall I take you home?”
Constantine Jr. didn't answer, but looked at him for a moment before saying, "Are you an exorcist?"
Arkham Batman nodded and said, "Yes, what's wrong? Have you seen other exorcists?"
Constantine suddenly became somewhat sad, saying, "No, I've only ever met charlatans who claimed to be exorcists. The devil was clearly still in the house, but he said the devil was gone. Lira died in great pain."
"you saw it?"
Constantine Jr. nodded and said, "But I was young then, and I only saw a dark shadow. I told them, but no one believed me."
Then he grabbed Arkham Batman's wrist and said, "The devil is real, right? You all saw it, and you even defeated him, so you must believe they exist..."
“The devil is real,” Batman Arkham told him. “Not only that, he tempts people to do evil in order to steal their souls. This is no exception. I followed the legend of the serial killer here and sure enough, I found this evil devil.”
“You stopped him.” Constantine Jr.’s voice became excited. “You splashed something on him and he was in pain. That’s great. They feel pain too.”
"Of course, they will feel pain. If you are strong enough, you can even kill them completely or lock them up so they can never do bad things again."
“Oh my god, this is wonderful.” Constantine Jr. seemed to have finally let his guard down. He said, “Actually, I lied to you. I did come to the game with my dad, but we had a fight in the middle of the game. When the game ended, I saw a devil in the stands. I told him, but he told me not to talk nonsense. I ran away in a fit of anger.”
“I don’t know what happened. I was supposed to be on the street, but suddenly I ended up in a cemetery. I saw a monster gnawing on a corpse. It spotted me and kept chasing me, so I ran into the church. Luckily you guys were here, otherwise, who would have thought that the priest was also a devil?”
Batman Arkham seemed to suddenly understand why this scene was Constantine's nightmare. He placed his hand on young Constantine's shoulder and said, "Anyone can be the devil—a priest, a cop, a beggar, a shopkeeper, they could be. Do you think they'll agree with you when you point them out as the devil?"
Constantine the Younger shook his head.
"Yes, they carefully disguised themselves to avoid being discovered, and since you pointed them out, of course they'll refute you. They'll say you're just a child who doesn't understand, and if you grow up, they'll say you're crazy. As long as they make you look crazy, no one will believe anything you say. That's their goal."
"So remember, don't say it out loud until you have the ability to expose them to their faces. You must silently accumulate strength until one day, you can make everyone believe your words and send those devils back to hell."
Constantine nodded emphatically.
Arkham Batman led Constantine Jr. out the door.
“Wait!” Charles suddenly called out.
Arkham Batman glanced back at him, then reached for the bottle of holy water again. Eric quickly pulled Charles back.
"Why did you pull me?" Charles asked after the two left. "That holy water has no effect on humans..."
“It works,” Eric said after a pause. “It’s especially effective on humans.”
"why?"
"The main component is concentrated sulfuric acid."
Another wave of darkness spread in. Constantine said in an unusually light tone, "I wish it had really been you when I was a child."
"What did that devil do to you?" Arkham Batman asked.
“He didn’t actually do anything. He just scared me to the point of collapse, and then turned back into human form. When my father came to pick me up, I cried and told him, ‘The priest is the devil.’ You know what a conservative Catholic would do if he heard that, right?”
The click of the lighter lid opening was clear, but Constantine's voice became somewhat muffled: "I don't remember how many times they did it, but the first time is always memorable. Later, I did learn what you said, to keep quiet until I exposed their power. But I've also seen many disappointed looks in the eyes of children because of this. I could have told the truth, but I didn't. Perhaps everything now is my retribution."
"Many people may have advised you to recognize that the culprit is the evil devil and that you are just a victim. But those words may not make you feel as good as a cigarette. So I want to tell you that you can have a cigarette—even if you have terminal lung cancer and are about to die, even if I spend hundreds of millions of dollars a year to maintain my respiratory system and now have to inhale secondhand smoke with you, you can still have one—this is Batman's advice."
Constantine's low laughter echoed in the quiet space, followed by a violent cough.
On the other side, Schiller asked Jack with some curiosity, "Why did the wound start to turn black after you chopped him with an axe?"
“I have holy water on my axe,” Jack said mysteriously.
"Holy water? I've been wanting to ask this before, where did you get your holy water? Did Constantine give it to you? Why didn't he give it to me?"
"He didn't give it to us, we made it ourselves. We all knew there was a magic dungeon to run, so of course we had to prepare it in advance."
"You can still make holy water? Do you remember the prayers?"
"Pray? What prayer? I just poured some water, cut my hand, and mixed some blood in. Most creatures can't withstand this stuff, don't you know that?"
Schiller was speechless for a moment. But he was right. That old Joker virus could turn Batman into the Batman Who Laughs and turn people into shit in seconds. What kind of virus could compare to that kind of corrosiveness?
"That thing Batman is holding isn't exactly holy water either, is it?"
"That's strange. You were too far away to know, but when he splashed that holy water, the whole room smelled of sulfuric acid. He's just taking advantage of the fact that the devil has never worked in a chemical plant."
"Alright, alright, so this is how you play it?" Schiller thought. "One uses concentrated sulfuric acid, and the other uses the clown virus. If Constantine hadn't met you two back then, even Satan would have to offer incense to God."