Constantine's fists rained down on Baba Yaga's body like a furious storm, while Daimio, right behind him, fired his gun without hesitation.
"If you kill her, where are we going to get information about Ninue?" Hellboy asked, kneading his fists with an eager expression. Clearly, he was also interested in pummeling this repulsive demon.
"We don't need to handle Ninue anymore. The Sorcerer Supreme will take care of everything!" Constantine continued to swing his fists, his mouth spewing venomous insults about Baba Yaga's appearance. While discussing someone's looks was usually immoral, Baba Yaga wasn't human, and her inner ugliness far surpassed her exterior.
"You… get back!" Baba Yaga managed to roar, her voice punctuated by the rhythm of Constantine's blows, and the entire house began to tilt. She awkwardly swung her curved blade, creating a gash on Constantine's waist, her already hideous face now contorted further.
The title "Sorcerer Supreme" held more deterrent power than Constantine's name. Baba Yaga was merely a higher-grade demon, lacking the audacity to defy the Sorcerer Supreme. All she could do now was free herself from this beating.
As the house tilted, Hellboy and Daimio slid directly towards the glowing white doorway, while Constantine clutched the old witch's sparse white hair with one hand, anchoring himself inside the room.
"I said, I'm going to break every bone in your body!" Constantine's voice held a touch of fanaticism as he began to chant another spell: "Ula ula~ Wai bi wai bi~"
Following Constantine's incantation, a dark green beam of light struck Baba Yaga's body, filling the demon with intense pain.
"I curse you, Constantine! I curse you to witness the death of your loved ones before your very eyes!" Baba Yaga spat out her most terrifying curse with a trembling voice, then waved her hand, severing the few precious strands of hair she possessed.
Constantine's body finally slid towards the house's exit.
"You witch-spawn! My loved ones are already dead before my eyes! You will spend the rest of your life in constant pain, your bones continuously broken! You'll wail until you can no longer make a sound, suffering until you cast yourself into the infernal fires of hell!"
As Constantine left the room, he defiantly raised his middle finger, a burning cigarette still emitting smoke between his fingers.
"Bang!"
Hellboy landed squarely on the hood of a moving pickup truck.
Fortunately, this vehicle was indestructible, so no one was harmed. He held Daimio in his hand, and Constantine slammed into his chest.
Luckily, Constantine had used some magic to lighten his body, otherwise, that impact would have sent him straight to hell. If it were just his soul, the Hell Lords would probably risk a kidney punch to open a portal to the human world.
"I say, I don't think traffic laws specify whose fault it is when someone falls on your car," Bul-Kathos said, slamming on the brakes and watching the three tumble from the truck's hood to the ground. He then pulled open the door and stepped out, glancing at the three who had just landed.
"Constantine, it's only been a few days, and your aura feels a lot more agreeable."
Bul-Kathos stepped on Hellboy, then assessed the situation. He frowned slightly upon seeing the long, narrow wound on Constantine's waist.
Hellboy's aura of goodness significantly masked his demonic presence, which piqued Bul-Kathos's curiosity.
"Uncle, what happened?" Jill woke up with a start from the loud bang, clutching Frank's arm as she asked.
"Jill, it's nothing. Don't worry about it too much." Bul-Kathos gave Frank a knowing look, and Frank, understanding, began to comfort his son.
"Release the child, Bul-Kathos. He is a hero, and a good boy." The Ancient One appeared on the ground with a short-distance teleportation. She couldn't simply open the car door either, having to use magic to exit the cabin.
"This half-demon?" Bul-Kathos moved his foot, and Hellboy finally gasped for breath.
"Hey, old man, do you have some misunderstanding about me?" Hellboy struggled to his feet, looking at Bul-Kathos. That kick earlier hadn't been light at all; his chest still throbbed faintly.
"Who are you people?"
Daimio hadn't even fully stood up, but he already had his pistol aimed at the Ancient One. It wasn't that he was completely unwary of Bul-Kathos, but at the moment, he was more wary of magic users.
"Daimio, I think you'd better put the gun down, because I'm still waiting for you to pay me 150,000 pounds."
Constantine quickly bent down and pressed down Daimio's raised pistol, trying to persuade him.
"I never thought the Sorcerer Supreme would come here by car. I thought you'd use a portal directly,"
Constantine said, not nervous at all, a gentle, harmless smile on his face as he spoke cautiously.
"Occasionally, I also take the less expeditious route to travel. But are you all just coming out of that illusionary dimension?"
The Ancient One calmly watched Daimio and Hellboy look at her with astonished eyes, giving a slight nod.
"Who's that old man?"
Hellboy looked at Bul-Kathos with an incredulous gaze. The faint, familiar aura emanating from him felt somewhat familiar. It was the influence of the demonic part of the Nephalem bloodline.
It was far purer than the half-demonic power in Hellboy's body, akin to what Blade felt when facing Alucard.
"Alright, Hellboy, I don't think you want to know."
Constantine's expression was a bit strange. While he was slumbering in Harrogath, he hadn't been idle.
At least, the lingering power of Auriel had told him many things he hadn't known before.
"You all go about your business; I need to keep going." Bul-Kathos had no intention of delving into how these people appeared here, so he simply turned and got back into the car. In the truck bed, Rorschach put on his constantly shifting mask and firmly pressed down on Daimio's head, who hadn't yet stood up.
"M11, how much have you been hiding from me?!"
"Rorschach? No, you're a worshiper of him? He's not that tall."
Daimio leaped, forming a triangle choke that firmly locked Rorschach's arm against his chest. Besides being a warrior who could transform into a man-eating tiger, he was also an elite special forces soldier.
Various martial arts came naturally to him.
"Tell me, who exactly are you?"
Daimio countered with his own interrogation. As a covert operations unit, M11 had crossed paths with Rorschach more than once.
(End of Chapter)
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