Chapter 962: Constantine's End (Part 2)

Zatanna walked to Constantine, squatted down, looked into his eyes and said: "I know you are not as evil and ruthless as you appear, so your soul is feeling extremely sad."

As she said, she gently stretched out her hand, touched Constantine's brow with her fingertips, and then said: "But you need to rest now, there will be no more demons to haunt your dreams, sleep, John..."

Accompanied by her gentle murmurs, Constantine slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing rhythm gradually became even. Zatanna sighed and whispered: "Okay, now, everything has to be done by me."

"The evil curse, the chaos of Gotham, hell and heaven..." Zatanna whispered, while standing up, turned around, and planned to leave.

But the moment she turned her back, Constantine jumped up, strangled her neck from behind, and pressed her to the ground.

Zatanna struggled desperately, she shouted: "Constantine!

You lunatic!

Let me go!

!"

As she struggled, she saw Constantine's eyes, the madness there told Zatanna that she was wrong.

She always thought that Constantine became so evil and crazy because of magic, it was the curse imposed on him by those demons that made his mind confused, and it was the endless nightmares that drove him crazy.

But now, the flame burning in his eyes told Zatanna that magic was not the dye of his madness, not even the firewood to start the fire. He was a madman first, and then a magician.

The lack of oxygen made Zatanna gradually lose consciousness. When she stopped resisting, Constantine stood up panting. Although he already had a young and strong body and the pain was far away from him, he still felt very weak, as if his soul was always missing a piece.

He reached out and touched Zatanna's prop belt. After opening it, there were only some gadgets that magicians would use, but for Constantine, it was enough.

He did not choose to perform magic in the Bat Cave, but staggered away from here, as if urged by something, and came to the basement where he had lived before at the fastest speed.

This is the so-called "gap in the spirit world", which can provide the best environment for magicians to cast spells. Constantine placed the cards on the ground, drew the pattern with chalk, and then lit the wheat ears with a lighter.

He knelt on one knee and began to whisper the spell in the magic circle. This was his best way to summon demons.

When the spell was halfway through, Constantine did not detect any demonic breath, so he gave up the spell, stood up, and found the broken bottle fragments in the corner of the room. He took it in his hand and returned to the center of the magic circle.

Then, he cut his palm with the broken pieces of the wine bottle, and the blood dripped on the burnt wheat ears. Constantine chanted the spell again, but still no one responded.

Originally, he could still hear some distant whispers, but after adding his own blood, the surroundings were terribly quiet.

Constantine fell to the ground. He should have thought that no matter whether it was an angel or a demon, he would not be fooled a second time.

Before, the reason why he could borrow power from all kinds of people again and again, but not repay the debt, was nothing more than four words-sunk cost.

At first, when Constantine had not yet entered the world of mysticism, all magicians were honestly repaying their debts, so the demons were not prepared at all. They did not expect that a weak human would dare to owe them a debt and not repay it.

The demons were very confident because they knew that human willpower was very fragile. If humans dared not to repay their debts, as long as they harassed them a little in their dreams, or left them with some painful curses, they would definitely come to repay their debts crying.

The demons did not expect that Constantine was not afraid of this pain, but also hoped that this pain could alleviate his inner guilt. He wished that the devil would come more often and he would accept all the pain.

So, some demons fell into his trap and lent him power, but they refused to pay the debt. At this time, other demons who were not well-informed also lent him power.

Constantine found the first batch of demons and told them that if they did not lend me more power, I would give my soul to the other side to repay the debt.

The demons felt sorry for the power they had invested, and did not want those competitors who competed with them for souls to enjoy Constantine's soul alone, so they lent him some more power.

After accumulating more power, Constantine could summon more powerful demons, borrow more power, and then continue to snowball in the same way until he became one of the most powerful magicians in the mystical world.

Later, almost all angels and demons were borrowed by him.

As his sins increased, he became more and more coveted. Everyone wanted his soul, but no one wanted his soul to fall into the hands of others, so whenever he was in danger, they would help him.

If they did not help him, or did not lend him power when Constantine was in trouble, not only would their initial investment go down the drain, but they would not get his soul in return later, and more importantly, they would have funded their competitors in vain. No one wanted to suffer such a loss, which was why Constantine borrowed a hundred times from a hundred people.

However, Schiller paid off all debts for Constantine, which means that when Constantine's company was liquidated, all assets just offset all liabilities, all creditors recovered their costs, and even had a part of surplus.

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So at this time, Constantine opened a company under his own name and wanted to seek investment. Who else would invest?

Before, they kept investing in it, just because they were afraid that they could not recover their costs, so they could only go all the way to the end, but now, after going through thousands of hardships, they finally got a good result.

All the investors touched their chests and were glad that they were lucky to meet a liar and recover their costs. No matter how stupid they were, they would not invest a second time in a liar who had lost all his credibility.

Constantine tried countless magic circles to summon demons or angels in the basement room, but did not get any response.

All the magic power in his body disappeared as the wounds healed. Now, he had nothing but a healthy body and a head full of mystical theoretical knowledge.

Constantine sat on the floor of the basement that he had painted all over. He took out a cigarette from his windbreaker pocket, lit it, and just took a puff, he coughed twice.

Then he found that not only magic, but also addiction to cigarettes, alcohol and drugs, were all gone. He completely returned to the ignorant state of 17 years old. He really got a new life.

Constantine wanted to continue smoking, but he seemed to have thought of something again, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, and then threw the cigarette aside. Looking at the thin smoke coming out of the cigarette butt that was slowly burning on the ground, Constantine whispered: "Miraculous healing, professor."

Constantine sat in the same place and covered his face with both hands again. When he calmed down, the horror he had been avoiding attacked him again, which made him start to breathe rapidly and tremble all over.

"No...no...don't think about it, don't think about them...don't think about anything, just empty your mind..." Constantine muttered while holding his head, and then instinctively began to grope on the ground.

Next to the mattress where he slept, he touched a small medicine bottle, which contained his usual snacks that could bring him a good night's sleep. He unscrewed the lid with trembling arms and poured a pile of pills into his palm.

Just when he instinctively wanted to put the pill into his mouth, he seemed to be burned again, threw the pill out directly, began to shake his hands frantically, and then yelled:

"No! John! What are you doing?! You can't do this! You can't smoke, drink and take drugs anymore... Think about what you got in exchange for your new life!"

Soon, his voice became weak again, and then he said: "But I want to divert my attention, I want to sleep, I can't think about them..."

"You deserve it, you deserve it... John, you killed so many people, innocent children, reliable friends, but you wanted to use physical pain to escape this guilt, now you can't do it, you deserve it..."

Constantine kept squeezing out short "coughs" from his throat like a suffocating fish, and then, as if he saw some hallucinations, he stood up and said to the air:

"Astra, is that you? I can explain what happened at the beginning, no it wasn't me... I didn't mean it... I really didn't..." Constantine's breathing frequency was getting faster and faster, and his voice was full of pain.

Then he became angry again and said: "Devil! It's all your devils who did it! It's you who took away the souls of innocent people!"

Standing in the dim basement room, Constantine heard whispers in his ears.

"It's you! Constantine! Don't try to put the blame on us..."

"It's your abuse of magic that caused the tragedy..."

"It's your arrogance and exaggeration that caused all this..."

Suddenly, Constantine turned his head sharply and looked at his side, but there was nothing there, but he suddenly shouted crazily: "No! This is all your conspiracy! It's your plan to take revenge on me!

!"

"Thomas!

I know it's you! You have never died, you have been with me, trying to torture me in various ways, all of this is your conspiracy to make me collapse!

!"

Constantine kept waving his arms and shouted to the air: "I killed you in my mother's belly! But so what? This world It's unfair!

! "

"After my father found out that my mother was pregnant with twins, he only gave you a name!

! He gave you his name!

! "Constantine almost broke his voice: "Only you are called Thomas! And I can only be called John!"

"John... John... This is a name he heard at the gambling table, so he threw it to me!"

"Every time I hear him call your name, I feel the flame of jealousy burning my soul! So. I must kill you! Otherwise, he will never love me!"

When Constantine kept swinging at the air, he seemed to be dancing, a dance accompanied by evil curses, crazy, cruel and dangerous, like a puppet at the mercy of fate.

Soon, he stopped, like a toy whose spring stopped turning, he stopped abruptly, holding his knees with both hands and panting, and then whispered:

"If I really did something wrong? Maybe it's..." Maybe it's...

While he was muttering, he began to search in the room, and then he found a piece of wire used to fix the mattress next to the mattress. He held the wire and looked up at the ceiling.

Countless blood seeped out of the cracks in the wall of the room, dyeing the floor and ceiling dark red. The water flowed in from the stairs until the whole room was submerged in warm amniotic fluid.

Through the fetal wall and the flow of amniotic fluid, Constantine heard another heartbeat. He heard the sound of the lake coming from outside his mother's belly:

"Little Thomas... Little Thomas..."

The voice was so soft and gentle, with endless expectations and love.

Suddenly, Constantine saw an umbilical cord dangling above his head, and another him was standing opposite him, putting his ear to the fetal wall, listening to his father's gentle call and feeling his relatives' expectation for his birth.

Constantine stretched out his shaky arm and pulled the umbilical cord over. In his chaotic thoughts, he thought that if he really did something wrong, he should have understood earlier that an unexpected life should not come to this world.

The umbilical cord gradually enlarged in Constantine's vision, and when it touched his cheek, it was suddenly cold and cold.

Then. He felt a heavy feeling of falling, and he thought that maybe his mother was giving birth, and that kind of pressure made him feel suffocated.

But soon, he felt the warmth again. After the amniotic fluid ran out, the fetal wall wrapped him, like a mother's gentle embrace.

In such warmth, Constantine felt very relaxed and peaceful, and just like that, he slowly fell asleep.

"Bang!

!

!

"

"No!

!

John!

!

!

!"