Chapter 2211: Battle of Two Cities! (End)
After this, Constantine realized the weight of the contract - the answer he gave him was the ticket Schiller spent.
Schiller used his answer to buy Constantine's silence, so that Constantine could not expose his true face in front of any Constantine who performed for Schiller.
Then the distant Constantines would present a wonderful performance 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 actors.
This made Constantine crazy.
Constantine is a person who does not need others to tell him who he is. Even the Joker cannot do this completely. The Joker still needs Batman to tell him who he is.
Constantine does not need it at all. He knows who he is, what kind of road he is walking, and where the road leads.
Rock is the art of confused times, but rock is not confused. Rock shows chaos, but the musicality of rock is never chaotic. Its best charm lies in the clear and rigorous composition, showing the confusion and chaos of a certain era in front of people, allowing people to experience the beauty of tragic art from music.
Constantine is rock.
What do rock fans hate the most?
It's not that other people call them chaotic, crazy, psychedelic, or just a bunch of lunatics, saying that those who listen to rock are violent or uneducated playboys. Real rock fans don't care about these things - they hate it most when someone says that someone wants to save rock.
Constantine realized that he had become a commercially and popularly successful rock.
This made him want to vomit.
And the person who succeeded in doing this now said that since you are so successful, I guess I can appreciate other art with confidence, and then he left.
Constantine started drinking again with anger.
Then Zatanna yelled at him at the highest decibel Constantine had ever heard in his life.
"You damn bastard! You have failed your friends' hard work for you, you are simply ungrateful!"
Yes, that's it, Constantine's regret mainly comes from this, and now he has no excuse.
If he chooses to degenerate like before, it is simply against the world, and he will receive the disapproving eyes of everyone in the world.
Please note that this is not the kind of disapproval that once disgusted him, but after learning about his story, I developed some sympathy and then appreciated the beauty of the tragedy he created.
Most of the tragic art that humans like is like this, either because of the irresistible force encountered by the protagonist in the story, or because of their unfortunate experience, they comfort themselves that their lives are okay.
Even those who like and understand tragic art will not think that there is any beauty in ingratitude and ignorance. They will only secretly hate that you have the opportunity to reverse the tragedy but you don’t cherish it. Why did such a good thing fall on your head?
Constantine used to be like a cigarette, which is harmful, but some people are addicted to it. Now Constantine is like a pile of shit. Some people say that shit can fertilize the fields, but when the dung truck comes, one hides farther than the other.
So Constantine can’t fall any further, so all he can do is to stop Schiller from leaving, but because of the huge gap in strength, he can’t actually do it, so Constantine can only find a way to ruin other Constantine’s plays.
This is the trap of the 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 people who are familiar with Schiller with pronouns such as a professor or a psychiatrist, the other party should be able to guess it.
But this is one of the few secrets about Schiller that Constantine knows. This is all his chips, and a gambler who has lost all his money is unwilling to lend his chips to others. Even if this can win together, he would rather take it all.
In this way, Constantine chased Schiller and watched Schiller contact many Constantines.
This is very simple. The problem is not with Schiller, but almost every Constantine is like what Schiller said. They are also greedy. In addition to power, there is also the factor of seeking attention.
They almost can't wait to accept the power gift of the Black Sun, and the process is just as Constantine said to another self before.
Constantine will encounter certain things by chance, most of which are caused by a doctor named Neog Sosip, who will pretend to be unaware and seek Constantine's help.
The most difficult situation to reverse is that Constantine will think that this is another friend of his based on his empiricism, and then they will try to solve this matter, and they will inevitably encounter various troubles in the process.
Then Dr. Sosip will happen to use his extremely rich knowledge of mysticism, and of course his extremely strong background, Honorary Research Fellow of All Souls College, Oxford University, to persuade Constantine to start studying a mysterious god with the image of a black sun.
Constantine also has a good reserve of mystical knowledge. He will soon connect the black sun to a series of gods that have caused some abnormalities in this world, to put it bluntly, the Cthulhu gods.
After confirming the existence of the black sun, they will start a series of explorations, usually reading ancient books or finding clues left in certain ruins.
In the end, of course, everyone was happy to contact this mysterious god, and Constantine used his cunning deception to defraud a large amount of power.
He would take the new power as a matter of course to solve the troubles they encountered, and I am afraid that when the emergency comes, Dr. Soship will die for him like Constantine's other friends.
But this time the ending is different. This trouble cannot be solved smoothly by Constantine. He will die and come to the mist world to wait for rebirth.
This whole process leads to a big problem, which is that almost no Constantine will listen to another explanation of himself.
Most Constantines are very sophisticated, and compared to a doctor with an official background who can withstand investigation, the sudden appearance of another self is obviously more suspicious. Just like what happened to Constantine at the beach house, the other self didn't listen to the explanation at all and hit him when he came up. Sohip would arrive soon, and Constantine couldn't call him by name, so he couldn't arouse the other person at all. A warning to oneself.
He couldn't even reconcile with Constantine after his death, because somehow their souls all disappeared without going to hell, and Constantine couldn't contact them.
Constantine was really going crazy.
And he is probably the only believer blocked by Black Sun. Although he is the first believer, whether it is praying, making phone calls, or simply coming to visit, this newly popular god is always busy.
More importantly, Constantine can't use magic now. He is just an ordinary person. Lucifer was able to travel across the universe because Lucifer helped him for the sake of his past. If he gets involved in some troubles like before, he will not be able to travel through the universe. Really dead.
The punishment was indeed harsher than he imagined - the pain in his heart was still unbearable, turning this pursuit into an ascetic pilgrimage.
In this painful journey, the regained youthful body is once again exhausted, and the one who has received the gift is deprived of it because he is not pious? No, because he was too religious.
Constantine continued to follow Schiller's footsteps until he found himself in an extremely chaotic city, where most of the buildings had been plowed down, as if he had just experienced a magical war of the century.
Konstantin saw Schiller enter the only building with a few floors remaining, and he immediately followed him.
Constantine got lost in the building, but finally reached the top floor. He heard faint voices coming, and then heard Schiller shouting: "Come in, John."
Constantine got in by accident.
"To introduce, this is the type of black box we use to launder money. Of course it is not him, but other him."
"The contract between heaven and hell has drawn up gambling regulations. No one in the universe can check the composition of the power in Constantine's body. Everyone can infuse power into his body in the form of blind bets. When he dies, the stake will be the most The one who wins gets all the power he has.”
Peter opened his eyes wide, and immediately said by analogy: "So you poured the power you stole from Barbatos into his body, and after his death he gained all the power that the demons and angels had invested before, so that the dark energy would be washed away. Is it ready for use?”
Constantine was also shocked.
But it wasn't because of Schiller and Bruce's actions. He wasn't surprised by anything the master and apprentice did.
He looked at Schiller and asked, "So...just to launder money?"
Schiller glanced at him and said, "I remember some people making a city of broccoli."
"That's not..." Constantine suddenly paused, looked up at Schiller, raised his eyebrows and said, "I did it, what's wrong?"
The moment he covered his heart and fell down, he saw the smile in his slack gray eyes.
"Teaching the cleansing of filth, and then teaching the decay of health - God often feels his power through this, but for believers, it is a complete tragedy."
Peter asked anxiously.
"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 kind of dark power sounds very dangerous. If it is leaked, it will be troublesome."
"So I ask you, do you believe in the existence of angels?" Bruce said.
"Does it matter?"
"Have you ever heard of the Garden of Eden?"
"ah?"
"There is a lake in the Garden of Eden, but angels usually don't move there, and almost no one goes there except the guards."
"But the guards will still pass, right?!"
"Of course the guards have to go there, otherwise why would I hide my power there?"
"And..." Schiller put his hands on the umbrella and added: "Judging from the guard's behavior pattern, he has severe mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder."
In the Garden of Eden, next to the Lake of Eden, Uriel, holding a spear in his hand, looked at the lake black as ink in disbelief.
Two seconds later, an angry roar echoed in heaven and even all the universes.
"Barbatos!!!!!!!!!"