Chapter 2197: Battle of the Two Cities! (End)

After this, Constantine realized the weight of the contract—the answer told to him was the ticket Schiller paid.

Schiller used his answer to buy Constantine's silence, so Constantine couldn't expose his true face in front of any Constantine performing for Schiller.

Then the distant Constantines would offer wonderful performances for Schiller. This time Schiller could not only watch him, but also participate in it, realizing the zero-distance interaction between the audience and the actor.

This drove Constantine crazy.

Constantine was a person who didn't need others to tell him who he was. Even the Joker couldn't fully do this. The Joker still needed Batman to tell him who he was.

Constantine didn't have to at all. He knew who he was, knew what kind of path he was walking, and knew where the path led.

Rock and roll is the art of the confused era, but rock and roll is not confused. Rock and roll shows chaos, but the musicality of rock and roll has never been chaotic. Its best charm lies in the clear and rigorous composition, showing the confusion and chaos of a specific era in front of people, letting people experience the aesthetic of tragic art from the music.

Constantine is rock and roll.

What do rock fans hate most?

It's not that others scold them for being chaotic, crazy, psychedelic, simply a group of lunatics, saying that those who listen to rock and roll are violent maniacs, or ignorant loafers. True rock fans don't care about these—what they hate most is someone saying they want to save rock and roll.

Constantine realized that he had become a rock and roll that was extremely successful in commercialization and popularization.

This made him want to vomit.

And the person who successfully achieved this now indicated that since you are already so successful, I can safely go to appreciate other arts, and then he left.

Constantine started drinking heavily with anger again.

Then Zatanna roared at him with the highest decibel Constantine had ever heard in his life.

"You damn bastard! You failed your friends' painstaking efforts for you, you are simply ungrateful!"

Yes, that's it. Constantine's regret mainly came from this. Now he couldn't argue.

If he chose to degenerate like before, it would simply be an enemy of the world. He would receive the disapproving gazes of everyone in this world.

Please note, this is not the kind of disapproval he used to receive, where people felt some sympathy after learning his story and then appreciated the beauty in the tragedy he shaped.

Most of the tragic art that humans like is like this: either pitying themselves because of the irresistible force encountered by the protagonist in the story, or comforting themselves that they are doing okay from their unfortunate encounters.

Even those who like and understand tragic art again will not feel that there is any beauty in ingratitude and ignorance. They will only secretly resent: You have the opportunity to reverse the tragedy but don't cherish it. Why did such a good thing fall on your pile of shit?

The Constantine of the past was like a cigarette, harmful, but some people were addicted to it. The current Constantine is like a pile of shit. Some people say shit can fertilize fields, but once the manure truck comes, everyone hides further away than the other.

So Constantine can't degenerate anymore, so all he can do is stop Schiller from leaving, but because of the relatively disparate strength gap, he can't actually do it, so Constantine can only find ways to stir up the plays of other Constantines.

This is the trap of that contract. When Constantine describes the story, he can only use personal pronouns.

Or describe the phenomenon truthfully, such as retelling what the black sun did, but he cannot say who the black sun is.

Of course, if he points out his identity to someone familiar with Schiller using pronouns like a professor or a psychologist, the other party should be able to guess.

But this is one of the few secrets about Schiller that Constantine has mastered. This is all his chips, and a gambler who has lost his eyes is unwilling to lend his chips to others no matter what. Even if this can be a win-win, he would rather let himself eat it all.

Just like this, Constantine chased after Schiller and watched Schiller contact many Constantines.

This is very simple. The problem is not with Schiller, but almost every Constantine is as Schiller said. They are also greedy. Besides power, there are also factors of seeking attention.

They almost impatiently accepted the power gift of the black sun. The process was just as Constantine said to another version of himself earlier.

Constantine would encounter some things by chance, most of which were made by a doctor named Neog Soship. This doctor would pretend not to know and seek Constantine's help.

The most difficult situation to reverse is that Constantine would think this is another friend of his based on his own empiricism, and then they would try hard to solve this matter, inevitably encountering all kinds of trouble in the process.

Then this Dr. Soship would happen to rely on his extremely rich occult knowledge, and of course his extremely hard background, honorary researcher at All Souls College, Oxford University, to persuade Constantine to start studying a mysterious god whose image is a black sun.

Constantine also has a considerable reserve of occult knowledge. He would soon link the black sun to a series of god systems that had caused some anomalies in this world. To put it bluntly, it is the Cthulhu god system.

After confirming the existence of the black sun, they would start a series of explorations, usually reading ancient books or finding clues left in some ruins.

Finally, of course, they would happily contact this mysterious god, and Constantine would use his cunning trickery to cheat a large amount of power.

He would take the new power for granted to solve the trouble they encountered, and I am afraid that at the critical moment, this Dr. Soship would die for him like Constantine's other friends.

But the ending this time is different. This trouble is fundamentally something Constantine cannot solve smoothly. He will die and come to the Fog Realm to wait for rebirth.

This whole process led to a big problem, which is that almost no Constantine would listen to the explanation of another version of himself.

Most Constantines are very sophisticated. Compared with a doctor with an official background who can withstand investigation, another version of himself who suddenly appears is obviously more suspicious.

Just like what Constantine encountered in the seaside hut, another version of himself didn't listen to the explanation at all and started fighting as soon as he came up. Soship would arrive again soon, and Constantine couldn't call his name, completely unable to arouse the vigilance of another version of himself.

He couldn't even reconcile with the Constantine after death, because for some reason, their souls all disappeared and didn't go to Hell. Constantine couldn't contact them.

Constantine was really going crazy.

And he is probably the only believer blocked by the black sun. Although he is the first believer, whether it is prayer, phone calls, or just coming to the door, this newly promoted popular god is always busy.

More importantly, Constantine cannot use magic now. He is just an ordinary person. Crossing the universe is Lucifer helping him out of old face. If he gets involved in some trouble like before, he will really have no life.

The punishment is indeed more severe than he imagined—the pain in his heart is still unbearable, which turns this pilgrimage into a pilgrimage for an ascetic.

In this bitter journey, the newly acquired young body is exhausted again, and the gift is stripped away again. Is it because he is not devout? No, because he is too devout.

Constantine still followed Schiller's footsteps persistently until he found himself in an extremely chaotic city. Most of the buildings here were plowed flat, as if they had just experienced a magical century war.

Constantine saw Schiller walk into the only building that still had a few floors left, and he immediately followed in.

Constantine got lost in the building, but finally arrived at the top floor. He heard faint voices coming, and then heard Schiller shout: "Come in, John."

Constantine went in by some strange coincidence.

"Let me introduce, this is the type of black box we use for money laundering. Of course, it's not him, but other versions of him."

"The Heaven and Hell contract once drafted gambling regulations. No one in the universe can check the composition of the power in Constantine's body. Everyone can pour power into his body in the form of blind investment. When he dies, the person with the most shares wins and obtains all the power he possesses."

Peter opened his eyes wide and immediately drew inferences from one instance: "So you stole power from Barbatos again and poured it into his body, and after he died, you obtained all the power that previous devils and angels had invested, so the dark energy was laundered into something that could be used?"

Constantine was also shocked.

But it wasn't because of this operation by Schiller and Bruce. He wouldn't be surprised by anything this master and apprentice did.

He looked at Schiller and asked: "So... just for money laundering?"

Schiller glanced at him and said: "I remember some people once made a city of broccoli."

"That's not..." Constantine suddenly paused, looked up at Schiller, raised his eyebrows and said: "I did it, so what?"

The moment he clutched his heart and fell, he saw the smile in the scattered gray pupils.

"Teach the dirty to be clean, then teach the healthy to decay—God often feels his own powerful strength with this, but for believers, it is a thorough tragedy."

And Peter asked with some anxiety.

"If the dark energy will still be recycled after the black box is opened, wouldn't it accumulate more and more? Where do you put it? This dark power sounds very dangerous. If it leaks, it will be troublesome."

"So I ask you, do you believe in the existence of angels?" Bruce said.

"Does this have anything to do with it?"

"Have you heard of the Garden of Eden?"

"Ah?"

"There is a lake in the Garden of Eden, but angels usually don't move there, except for the guards, basically no one goes there."

"But the guards will still go there, right?!"

"Of course the guards have to go there, otherwise why would I hide the power there?"

"And..." Schiller supplemented while supporting his hands on the umbrella: "From the behavior pattern of the guard, he has very serious mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder."

In the Garden of Eden, by the Eden Lake, Uriel, holding a long spear, looked at the lake water that was as black as ink in disbelief.

Two seconds later, an angry roar echoed in Heaven, and even between all universes.

"BARBATOS!!!!!!!!!" ===== CHAPTER 2198 =====