Chapter 4598

"Justice League. Yes, saved the world. I heard they also put a protective cover outside the Earth, which counts as a quite great feat. But if it were so simple to deal with demons and angels, humans wouldn't repeat the same mistakes over and over again."

Constantine had a cigarette in his mouth, speaking in a somewhat slurred tone. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, laid a map of the East Coast flat on the table, supported his hands on the edge of the table, and stared at the map with a slight frown.

Schiller nodded lightly, counting as agreeing with Constantine's statement. Even the Earth's magic defense network in Marvel didn't completely guard against all demon gods. Like Mephisto, an old-school dimension lord, he could be said to have coexisted with human civilization. As long as you can't kill all his believers on Earth, he can always exert influence. The Earth's magic defense network only plays a warning role, making him not dare to go too far.

As for this main universe of DC, it is mostly used to guard against mysterious existences in the physical universe. Not to mention the universe administrator angels, even the demons in Hell can't be completely guarded against.

Although angels and demons won't easily move the main universe, Constantine clearly won't think so. The situation in the universe he is in is too bad; angels and demons invade the human world without a bottom line, creating a large number of half-angels and half-demons, and the human world has become a battlefield for them to fight. It is normal for him not to trust this kind of existence.

"You don't want to stay at the Justice League base?" Schiller asked.

"It's not safe enough here," Constantine said, "especially the lack of precautions in the occult field. I don't know how Batman can tolerate it, but it clearly doesn't meet my work needs."

"Actually, Batman can't tolerate it either," Schiller said, "He partially controls the magicians on Earth. But there is only one who not only can't be controlled, but also pitted him big in the previous multiverse exercise."

Constantine sighed. Of course he knew who that person was. Since coming to Battleworld, he had a brand new understanding of how unreliable other versions of himself could be.

Schiller knew that logically speaking, the main universe should have formed the Justice League Dark long ago. But unfortunately, the Constantine of the main universe really let himself go; just to retaliate against Batman for catching him to work, he hard-headedly pitted DC into losing. Even if Batman wanted to recruit him, he had to consider the feelings of others.

However, the core figure of the Justice League Dark is Constantine. Although others' magic abilities are not bad, the key to the Justice League Dark lies in "Dark." Without Constantine's methods of fishing for side doors, there is no way to mix freely among various mysterious existences, and the organization's improvement is not great. Plus, Batman got the power of the seven lights and shifted his focus to studying the emotional spectrum, so this matter was shelved.

"What kind of place do you want?" Schiller asked.

"What kind of place can you get?" Constantine looked at him and asked back, "You are not a local either, right? Do we still have a choice?"

"I have a house in Cat Getan," Schiller said, "It was prepared for Arrogance by the Batman of the main universe. It is a mansion on the bank of the Cat Getan River, with two floors and a basement."

"Okay," Constantine said, "Let's go over first, and then I'll set up a ritual to ask about the situation."

When the two left the Justice League base, Arthur felt a bit strange. However, when he learned that they were going to Cat Getan, Arthur just said: "After Batman left, the Robins are in charge over there. I heard they have some conflicts. If you go over..."

"I have no interest in the family ethics drama of the Bat family," Schiller said very simply, "Whatever conflicts they have are none of my business. Let's go, John."

The two drove into Cat Getan. The city was very quiet, as peaceful and serene as ever. Constantine sniffed lightly and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Schiller turned to look at him.

"Nothing." Constantine shook his head lightly, "No matter how many times, I still can't adapt to the rich evil aura here. Do you know? The Cat Getan in the universe I am in can even be said to be a rare paradise. Every time I finish some tricky case, I will go to the beach there for a vacation."

"Hard to imagine." Schiller commented.

"Angels and demons don't like it there. The smell of evil there is too spicy, mixed with iron filings and broken glass shards that are hard to swallow—people usually call it madness—which is a food desert for them. People like us, exorcists, can only find some peaceful days there."

"Have you seen the Batman of your universe?"

Constantine shook his head and said: "Unless he finds me, I won't take the initiative to contact him. Just like he is not familiar with the work of an exorcist, I don't have the ability to participate in those things he needs to deal with. I have enough trouble."

While talking, they had already arrived by the Cat Getan River. This house was actually given to Arrogance by the Batman of the main universe, but because they are all Schiller, it won't trigger the house's alarm system, and it can be counted as their stronghold in the main universe.

After entering the door, Constantine looked at the layout in the house and said: "This doesn't look like a place you would stay."

"Yeah," Schiller picked up the sculpture by the door, "I would only dislike this thing for gathering dust."

Then he took Constantine to the basement door: "You go in and set up the ritual first, I'll go buy some daily necessities. Is there anything you want to buy?"

"Cigarettes and whiskey, please."

After Schiller bought things back, Constantine had already set up the ritual. He put many strange things on the ground; the only ones Schiller could recognize were a Bible.

Schiller handed the whiskey to him, Constantine didn't know where he changed out a cup, poured himself a finger of whiskey, looked up and drank it in one gulp, and was sucked in a breath of cold air by the spiciness.

He grinned, put down the wine glass and walked towards the ritual, knelt on the ground with his hand on the Bible, and began to chant prayers.

Gradually, a soft white light overflowed the whole room, and a phantom like a door appeared on his head, looking like the legendary ladder to heaven.

Soon the scorching breath spread, and many crimson flames appeared in Schiller's eyes, and there were faint singing sounds.

"Seraph, I offer you blessings. Can you tell me the recent situation in the Holy Realm?"

"The one standing before the throne has not returned yet, one has been absent for a long time, and one comes and goes not as usual. The Garden of Eden is still as calm as that, but God has not gone to take care of his garden for a long time."

"Thank you. Have there been any saints visiting recently?"

"It has been a long time. The holy spring flows as in the past."

"I know. Thank you very much. Praise our eternal Lord and Father, may his praise resound through the universe."

Schiller didn't hear it clearly; this was just a part of the conversation. He could feel some higher-level exchanges happening between them. After the light went out, Constantine said: "This matter is probably indeed related to Heaven."

"How can you tell?" Schiller frowned. Just now that communication, in his ears, was simply like heavenly books.

"An archangel has disappeared," Constantine explained, "and it's only recently that he has been absent. This matter is probably inseparable from him."

This didn't need Constantine to say. It must be Bruce who is absent; he is hanging on the Source Wall, how can he go to Heaven to punch in and sign in?

"What else?" Schiller asked, "Does Heaven have visitors?"

Constantine shook his head and said: "No. There definitely aren't any decent visitors. Even if it's a superhero, Seraph should have told me."

"I was just about to ask you, which angel is Seraph?"

"Seraphim," Constantine said while extinguishing the candles, "specifically which one, it depends on which one is free. Generally, Raphael's side has more connections. They are in charge of healing and are the easiest to talk to. We are lucky."

Schiller began to think. He still believed in Constantine's professional ability. Don't look at others, but Constantine's brain is stronger than his magic ability. Most Constantine's hard power is actually not strong; the Constantine of the movie universe is already considered very powerful.

He only needs to set up a ritual simply, and he can make a phone call to the Heaven headquarters, which is not something anyone can do. Moreover, the one who answered the phone was a Seraphim. Seraphim are the highest-ranking angels, which is equivalent to a VIP line. Moreover, this angel who answered the phone had a quite good attitude towards this Constantine, and could even be called gentle. Schiller felt that other Constantines didn't have this treatment.

Perhaps this also has something to do with the situation in his universe. Every pawn on the battlefield where angels and demons play is crucial, and this Constantine is rarely not as rotten as other Constantines, and the biggest bad habit is just smoking. It is not unreasonable for angels to have a good attitude towards him.

Since Constantine said there were no visitors in Heaven, Anatoly didn't go to Heaven to find Lucifer. Then what did he go to do in such a hurry?

At this time, Constantine had already begun to change the ritual. He also contacted the demons in Hell, and it seemed to be Azazel who answered the phone. The answer obtained was that Hell was also very calm recently. Lucifer didn't go back, and there were no other visitors.

"Basically, the problem can be locked in Heaven." Constantine rubbed the cigarette in his hand.

"What's the use of this? Can you find out which archangel it is?"

"No. Unlike the demons in Hell, most angels don't have exclusive numbers, so you can't use the elimination method to determine who is not there. However, we are not here to catch the mastermind. Didn't you say that we only need to protect the person who can solve the problem?"

"That's right." Schiller nodded.

"That's easy to handle." Constantine took something out of his arms and said, "I call this necklace 'Snake Rage.' Actually, it's made of fragments of Satan's wine glass, and general angels will go around when they see it."

Schiller took the necklace. The bottom of the necklace is a diamond-shaped pendant, the outer frame is silver metal, inside the metal frame is transparent glass, and in the center is a crystal emitting faint light.

"So, this is the cup Satan uses to drink?" Schiller said somewhat suspiciously, "Why did he break his own cup, and how did the fragments run to you?"

"Just lucky."