Chapter 4077

Everyone turned their heads to look at the main door. The door was slowly opened a crack, and a little head poked in. When they saw his appearance by the candlelight at the door, Charles's eyes lit up.

This was a very exquisite-looking little boy with short black hair, looking a bit like a mixed-race child. They recognized at a glance that this should be Constantine when he was young, but he wasn't as vicissitudinous and decadent as he was when he became an adult, but had a slightly melancholic bookish air. This temperament appearing on a child would be exceptionally attractive. To put it in a more literary way, he had a natural "sense of story" about him.

As soon as he poked his head in, he found that the atmosphere in the church seemed a bit wrong. However, he seemed more afraid of the things outside, so he squeezed in through that small crack, wanting to say something.

Before he could speak again, an axe was chopped directly at the old priest—Jack made a move.

"Stop! You damn murderer!" Shiler took out his gun first, aimed at Jack, and fired a shot. "Bang!"

Hearing the gunshot, little Constantine was obviously scared silly. He instinctively ran behind the seat to hide. Seeing this, Charles immediately wanted to run over to protect him, but another "bang" shot hit his feet.

Erik was about to make a move, but Charles grabbed him and signaled in the direction of little Constantine with his eyes.

A murderer or police officer firing a gun was still within the scope of ordinary people's understanding. Little Constantine was scared, more because he was afraid of being implicated. But if the bullet could turn, or simply fall in mid-air, then it would become fear of them.

One shot hit Jack's shoulder, and he let out a cry of pain, but seemed to be enraged, and another axe chopped toward the old priest. This axe finally hit, and the old priest's shoulder was hit, he let out a scream, and ran out staggeringly.

At this time, Arkham Batman had already blocked the main entrance, shouting righteously: "Demon, don't try to fool me, you won't be able to leave today!"

Arkham Batman was shouting at Jack behind him, but the old priest who ran in front of him gritted his teeth and revealed his true form—a red-skinned demon with horns on his head.

A flash of light flashed in Arkham Batman's eyes, and he immediately took a bottle of holy water from his belt.

With a "splash," the holy water was splashed over. The demon let out a scream instantly, his skin began to dissolve, and his whole body began to smoke.

Little Constantine poked his head out from behind the seat in shock. Then he heard Arkham Batman say in a low tone: "You can't run away, devil. I knew long ago what good deeds you had done. Let go of this human you are controlling, otherwise, this church will be your burial place today!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!" The demon was still screaming continuously, because this thing was really too painful. He was puzzled; he was an original slander demon, with resistance to various holy artifacts, otherwise, how could he stay in the church?

Logically speaking, that holy water would at most hurt his skin a bit, and it would be fine after a while. But being splashed by this kind of holy water, how could the pain drill into the bone joints?

It just so happened that this thing also splashed into his eyes, which made his two eyes so painful that he couldn't open them at all. He retreated like this, and was chopped by an axe on his back directly. This axe chopped down, and the wound immediately began to turn black, followed by a piercing numbness and itching erupting from the wound.

The demon wanted to reach out and touch the wound on his back, but was hit on the head again. Shiler took a candlestick, first knocked his skull violently, smashed him into a stagger, and then from top to bottom, directly inserted the candlestick into his neck.

Blood gushed out from his neck. He looked at everyone present with resentment, turned into a pool of blood, and wanted to seep under the floor. Erik reached out, and the floor turned into metal. That pool of water slipped on it helplessly for a long time, and wherever it went, it turned into metal, and was finally fixed on the ground by Shiler using a cross temporarily modified from a chair back.

Jack carried the axe and ran out. Shiler immediately picked up his gun and shouted: "Don't run! Stop!!"

Shiler followed and chased out. Arkham Batman walked to the front of little Constantine, who was hiding behind the chair back. The other party didn't seem very scared, just a bit puzzled, his dark eyes rolling around, looking very spiritual.

"Don't be afraid," Arkham Batman touched his head and said, "Did you get separated from your father? Where is he? Shall I send you back?"

Little Constantine didn't answer, but looked at him for a while and then said: "Are you an exorcist?"

Arkham Batman nodded and said: "Yes, what's wrong? Have you seen other exorcists?"

Little Constantine suddenly became a bit sad, and said: "No, I've only seen liars who call themselves exorcists. The devil was clearly still in the house, but he said the devil had already left. Lira was in great pain when she died."

"You saw it?"

Little Constantine nodded and said: "But I was young at that time, I only saw a black 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," Arkham Batman said to him, "Not only that, he will lure others to do evil deeds to trick them out of their souls. This matter was the same; I followed the legend of the murderer to come here, and sure enough, I found this demon doing evil."

"You stopped him," little Constantine's voice became a bit excited, "You splashed something on him, and he was very painful, this is really great, they are also capable of feeling pain."

"Of course, of course they will feel pain. If you are strong enough, you can even kill them completely, or lock them up, so they have no way to do bad things again."

"My God, this is really great," little Constantine finally let down his guard, and said, "Actually, I lied to you. I did come to watch the ball game with my dad, but we had a fight halfway. Because when the game ended, I saw a devil in the audience. I told him, but he told me not to talk nonsense. I ran out in a fit of anger."

"I don't know what happened, I should have been on the street, but suddenly I ran into the graveyard. I saw a monster gnawing on a corpse, he discovered me, kept chasing me, and then I ran into the church. Fortunately, you guys were here, otherwise, who would have thought that the priest was also a devil?"

Arkham Batman seemed to suddenly understand why this scene was Constantine's nightmare. He pressed his hand on little Constantine's shoulder and said: "Anyone could be a devil, priest, police, beggar, salesperson, they could all be. Do you think when you point out they are devils, they will agree with you?"

Little Constantine shook his head.

"Yes, they disguise themselves carefully just so people won't discover them, and you pointed them out, of course they are going to refute you. They will say you are a child who doesn't understand, and if you grow up, they will say you are crazy. As long as they turn you into a madman, then nothing you say will be believed by anyone. This is their goal."

"So, remember, before you have the ability to expose them face-to-face, don't say this matter out loud. You have to silently accumulate strength until one day, let everyone believe your words, and let those devils roll back to hell."

Little Constantine nodded heavily.

Arkham Batman took little Constantine and walked toward the door.

"Wait!" Charles suddenly spoke.

Arkham Batman looked back at him, and then reached out to touch the holy water again. Erik quickly grabbed Charles.

"Why are you pulling me?" After the two left, Charles asked, "That holy water is ineffective against humans..."

"Effective," Erik paused and said, "Exceptionally effective against humans."

"Why?"

"The main ingredient is concentrated sulfuric acid."

Darkness spread again. Constantine said in an exceptionally light tone: "If it were really you I met when I was young, it would be great."

"What did that devil do to you?" Arkham Batman asked.

"Actually, he didn't do anything, he just scared me, and when I was about to collapse, he turned back into a human. When my father came to pick me up, I cried and said to him 'the priest is a devil'. You know what a conservative Catholic would do when hearing this, right?"

The "click" sound of the lighter lid opening was very clear, but Constantine's voice became a bit blurry: "I don't remember how many times they did this, but the first time is always impressive. Later, I did learn what you said, learning to shut up before having the power to expose them. But I have also seen many children's disappointed eyes because of this. I could have told the truth, but I didn't. Perhaps everything now is my retribution."

"Perhaps many people have advised you, letting you recognize that the culprit is the evil devil, and you were just a victim. But these words might not be as comforting as a cigarette, so I want to tell you, you can smoke a cigarette—even if you are in the late stage of lung cancer and about to die, even if I spend hundreds of millions of dollars a year maintaining my respiratory system, and now I have to follow you to smoke secondhand smoke, but you can still have one—this is Batman's suggestion."

Constantine's low laughter echoed in the quiet space, followed by violent coughing.

On the other side, Shiler asked Jack with some curiosity: "Why did you chop him with an axe, and the wound started to turn black?"

"I stained the axe with holy water," Jack said mysteriously.

"Holy water? I wanted to ask before, where did you guys get the holy water? Is it from Constantine? Why didn't he give it to me?"

"It wasn't given by him, we made it ourselves. Everyone knows there's a magic dungeon to fight, of course we have to prepare it in advance."

"You can even make holy water? Do you remember the prayer?"

"Prayer? What prayer? I just poured some water, cut my hand, and mixed some blood in. Most creatures can't handle this stuff, don't I know that?"

Shiler was speechless for a moment. But it's true, that old Joker virus can turn Batman into the Batman Who Laughs, turning people into shit in seconds. What kind of virus can compare to this corrosiveness?

"Then the holy water in Batman's hand isn't real holy water either?"

"It would be strange if it were. You were far away and didn't know, but when his holy water splashed out, the whole room smelled of sulfuric acid. It's just bullying the demon for not having worked in a chemical plant."

"Fine, fine, so that's how you play," Shiler thought, "One uses concentrated sulfuric acid, one uses Joker virus. If Constantine hadn't met you two, Satan would have to offer incense to God."