Chapter 2904

The selection of people for the Contest of Champions actually has a certain pattern. Generally, it is the main characters of the main plot of this universe who will receive the invitation letter, so Batman and Dick participated in the pre-grouping.

Constantine didn't appear much in this issue. Because Doctor Fate killed Zatanna early on, he declared that he wouldn't care about this mess. Later, the group in the House of Mystery was wiped out, and Constantine didn't have any outstanding performance, so it was normal that he wasn't a protagonist and didn't receive an invitation.

Constantine wasn't that concerned either. He asked, "Then did the Constantine of other universes also participate in this game?"

"Yes, they should be gathered together studying the formation now."

Constantine sighed and said, "You still don't know me too well. Constantines gathered together might study men, women, black people, white people, and even sharks and lizards, but it's impossible to study any dog-shit formation."

"That's none of my business." Schiller put down the tableware and said, "You are actually very interested, aren't you?"

At this time, Constantine thought of another question. He looked at Schiller and said, "Do you know the Constantine of your universe?"

Schiller nodded.

Constantine also put down the tableware and asked with some hesitation, "How is your relationship with him?"

"In fact, not bad." Schiller still sat straight, smiling and saying, "Our first meeting wasn't very pleasant. His curiosity had an inappropriate shift, but the misunderstanding was quickly resolved, and the two of us reached a consensus."

"He didn't... I mean, was there anything impolite?"

"You can't require a beggar to have the etiquette of a king, so I never take a person's natural nature as impolite."

This answer was a bit too ambiguous. Constantine couldn't grasp his meaning very well, but knowing how the other universe got along with Schiller was very important to him. He wanted to know where Schiller's bottom line was.

"Then how did you get along?" Constantine decided to go further. He had to jump into the black grid before he could know the position of the king.

"Cooperated very happily."

"I mean in terms of personal relationship."

"Also not bad. Occasionally drink together and explore some formations."

"Just like that?"

"Of course not only." Schiller stood up from his seat, went around to the kitchen, started processing the scraps of some ingredients, and said, "I occasionally treat him like this, because I am responsible for the ingredients, so he will bring a bottle of wine. The atmosphere is usually not bad."

Constantine's brain turned rapidly. That is to say, the Constantine of Schiller's universe was working with Schiller to pit demons. This was not unexpected. After all, Schiller wasn't a mage. If he wanted to stew this group of cunning goats, he inevitably needed some industry insiders to cooperate.

This time it was the same. Constantine was very sure that Schiller used him to pit the demons, so he ate this meal with peace of mind. It's a pity that this breed of goat hoof didn't quite suit his taste.

Other Constantines can do it, so naturally I can do it too, Constantine thought. If Schiller really likes eating mountain goats, it's not that he can't go to hell to get two. Although he is being hunted by all the demon kings in hell, some ignorant little demons are still easy to fool. Lamb meat should be more tender.

Constantine swallowed his saliva, but what he thought of wasn't any lamb meat. After sitting in place for a while, he spoke: "Perhaps next time I can bring the ingredients myself."

"Packed in ribs?"

A cold counter-question startled Constantine. He instinctively touched his heart with his hand, shook his head and said, "No, I mean, black goats are a bit fishy. Perhaps you would like to eat highland gray goats?"

"Is that so? I haven't eaten them yet." Schiller sat back to the table, but didn't sit in the main seat, but sat opposite Constantine, seemingly very interested in looking at Constantine and saying, "What is the difference from black goats?"

"Although their incarnations are all mountain goats, in reality, black goats are the orthodoxy of demons, while gray mountain goats are mythological creatures evolved from Norse mythology, which cannot be considered complete demons..."

Involving the professional field, Constantine could also be considered to be talking eloquently. He mentioned, "Mountain goats are a big category of demons, but not all demons are mountain goats. Snakes, crows, and black cats are usually incarnations of demons. Of course, there are also some demon forms, like giant octopuses. The texture of the tentacles looks good."

And Zatanna, who was gnawing on goat meat mince in the bottle, shook her head. Constantine was definitely going to have bad luck this time. Lust blinds the mind.

Not long after, Constantine said he had something to do and wanted to leave. He opened a door for Schiller. This door could be transmitted directly from the House of Mystery back to the base where Arkham Knight was. If he wanted to leave, he could go at any time. Of course, if he was willing to stay, he could also visit the House of Mystery, and Zatanna would introduce it to him.

After Constantine left, Zatanna's soul was released from the bottle by Schiller. She burped from being full and said, "Usually I stand on John's side, but he really went too far this time. He pitted me so many times, it's not too much for me to pit him once, right?"

"Of course, miss. And I must correct your phrasing. I never wanted to pit him. Everything is what he wanted to do himself, isn't it?"

"You are really a devil." Zatanna floated away and said.

About ten minutes later, a strong man with sideburns and gray goat hooves appeared in the living room of the House of Mystery, and threw the blood-covered Constantine onto the ground.

"You were really right, human. This bastard really dared to return to hell, and dared to run near our tribe. I waited for him for half a day."

Constantine turned his head and saw those clean leather shoes again. Schiller squatted down and said, "The two demons fighting for your soul, one was stewed by me. Guess where the other one went?"

Constantine slowly closed his eyes. He clenched his fists. That dirty word was just about to be cursed, but after thinking about it, he swallowed it back.

"What the hell do you want to do?!"

"You think I will take this opportunity to ask you for intelligence you haven't said like Batman? Things won't develop like this, John..."

Constantine felt Schiller's hand put on his head and grabbed his hair. Immediately after, his head was grabbed and lifted, and then smashed heavily onto the ground.

Bang! Bang!

Constantine was smashed until he was dizzy. In the blur of his vision, he saw Schiller stand up and say to the demon on the side: "How many demons know you caught Constantine?"

"There can be none, or it can be all." The other party's answer was also very artistic.

"How much do you want to take?" Schiller asked again.

"I want his eyes. That thing is the essence."

"I will give you his eyes. Don't tell any of your kind."

"You can't give them to me. He is himself. If he doesn't agree, I can't force it against other people's contracts..."

"I am precisely asking you how to turn him into mine. I know there is such a method."

The demon gasped.

He stomped his goat hooves, hesitated for a long time in place, muttered a few words in dialect, and scratched the horns on his head.

"I can tell you, there is indeed such a thing, but after all, that is something you humans made to deal with your own kind. It's so cruel that even demons feel unbearable..."

"Oh? Then how to do it?"

"First, you must open his chest while he is alive, use a special material sharp tool to carve a rune on his heart. The process of carving the rune will bring huge pain, but the subject must be conscious during the whole process..."

"Is the rune drawn like this?"

Schiller drew a pattern in his palm with his finger.

After the demon looked at it, he nodded, and then Schiller took out the marlin brooch and said, "Is this that kind of special material?"

"Platinum? It really is this thing."

At this time, the demon finally reacted. He looked at Schiller and said, "You really want to do this ritual?! But don't blame me for not reminding you. Opening a person's chest and carving on the heart is a delicate job. It's not something an ordinary person can do. If you kill him, the monarchs will definitely receive the news. I can't beat them. By then, the deal will be void."

"Rest assured, I happen to have this experience."

Constantine was put on the dining table.

Schiller wiped the scalpel lightly. The knife clearly reflected the warm light of the chandelier, but the blade was so cold that it made people shudder.

"I know you haven't reached the end of your rope, John. Your ash clone can still be used one more time, right?"

Schiller's voice was clearly very light, but it always felt like a hammer hitting Constantine's brain. He gritted his teeth and said, "How much did that damn bastard from your universe tell you?! He even told you his life-saving means?! You two definitely..."

Before he finished speaking, Schiller cut his eyelid with a knife. Constantine covered his eyes and let out a scream, almost flipping off the table.

But soon he was suppressed, and his hands were pulled to the sides and tied to the table.

"Still don't intend to use it?" Schiller said, "I am a very credible person. Transactions are usually paid first. Say goodbye to your eyeballs."

The scalpel slowly approached Constantine's eyes. He kept cursing until the last moment. The figure on the table disappeared with a swoosh. He appeared in the corner of the room in a sorry state, covering his constantly bleeding eyelids.

With a bang, the ghost claws made of shadows overturned the table. Countless magic spikes appeared in the room. After pausing for a moment, they all flew toward Schiller.

What shocked Constantine was that Schiller didn't dodge. He opened his arms.

Dozens of sharp shadow spikes pierced straight into Schiller's body. He fell backward. Constantine was stunned in place.

The demon with gray goat hooves appeared again. Just as he wanted to say something, a spike pierced through his forehead, and the demon's phantom slowly dissipated.

Constantine rushed toward Schiller, but didn't see the soul flickering on the dying person. In his ghost-like gaze, Schiller moved.

The magic spikes made of energy dissipated. Schiller actually stood up slowly. Dozens of wounds all over his body didn't seem to affect his actions at all.

The next second, Constantine flew out.

The magic radiance all over his body hadn't dissipated yet, and he was also staring intently at Schiller's movements. But this time, he couldn't see any of Schiller's movements, and the defensive power of magic collapsed at a touch.

The moment he landed on the ground, Schiller's hand grabbed his throat again. His spine broke instantly, but was connected by magic again, and then it was the collarbone, ribs, skull...

Constantine was like a sandbag, constantly damaged by Schiller's attacks, but quickly healed by magic.

When he was grabbed by the throat again, he finally realized something and shouted at Zatanna, "Healing rune! The healing rune on the wall!!!"

Zatanna, who had already been stunned by this series of changes, woke up as if from a dream. Fortunately, she had already eaten a demon before and recovered some soul power. She came to the wall and poured power into the healing rune. A ray of light hit Schiller and Constantine.

The wounds on Schiller's body gradually healed.

His fingers gradually became stiff, then loosened. Constantine fell to the ground. Schiller, who had recovered his sanity, sighed lightly, used his hand to straighten his tie, and looked down at his damaged suit.

"Now you owe me." Schiller said.

Constantine was about to be shocked by his shamelessness.

"Then, compensate for my suit?"

The deposit balance flashed in Constantine's mind. He climbed up from the ground nimbly and said, "Anything but this is fine."