"Not bad," the demon commented.
But he easily dodged the Fire Angel's attack. After all, this was an Angel condensed from magic, without spiritual essence.
Moreover, Constantine and holy magic, to be honest, were not a very good match.
"Next time, I hope you can use more powerful moves." Batman was not satisfied with his performance.
"Do you have any better suggestions?" Constantine retorted grumpily.
"Do you know what I found in that missile?" Batman asked calmly.
"What else could there be besides eternal metal?"
Batman: ... Constantine scoffed, letting him show off all day.
But Batman quickly recovered, "Anyway, I took it apart."
Constantine looked at him in shock, his eyes like he was looking at a madman.
"We only have one!"
"I only took a little eternal metal out of it and mixed it into my Batarangs."
He said, taking a Batarang from his belt; it felt quite heavy.
"I need you to buy me some time."
As a qualified old fox, Constantine quickly understood Batman's meaning.
He immediately controlled the Fire Angel to pursue the demon.
But his magic power was also limited and could not sustain for too long.
It should be mentioned here that although Constantine had studied many different schools of magic and had extremely high attainments in black magic.
But he actually rarely used magic, relying more on deception to solve problems.
Firstly, he understood that using magic often required a heavy price, so he avoided it if possible.
Secondly, although Constantine had high comprehension, his internal magic power was not high, at least not comparable to most demons.
"You should probably hurry."
Constantine was pushing his potential, but he still couldn't stop the rapid loss of magic power and stamina.
And at this moment, Batman had found an opportunity, and he threw the Batarang in his hand.
The Batarang stuck firmly to the demon's body like glue.
He looked down, somewhat puzzled by the blue-glowing Batarang.
But after a few beeps, the Batarang suddenly exploded, and the demon, which was originally impervious to swords and blades, suddenly had its defenses breached.
Blood as red as human blood flowed from his body.
"What did you do!"
The demon's expression was shocked. It had clearly confirmed repeatedly before coming.
It knew that the pointy-eared figure dressed in black was actually just an ordinary human.
But it didn't understand why it was injured by an ordinary person now.
"Surprise, MotherFucker!"
At this moment, Constantine suddenly rushed out, wearing a golden knuckle duster engraved with crosses on his hand, and punched the demon in the face.
The knuckle duster was imbued with holy power, directly smashing several of the demon's fangs.
The demon was knocked to the ground by the punch and was about to rise in anger when it saw a dark figure standing behind it.
"Don't move!"
Batman raised his arm, an eternal metal missile mounted on the launch bracket on his arm.
The faint blue light reminded the demon that this was the same type of weapon that had just injured it.
"OK, I think we should calm down."
The demon had no sense of shame. Seeing the danger, it decisively backed down.
Its ability to come out in its physical form to hunt Constantine this time clearly came at a price; it was not in its complete state.
But even so, it was so strong that a human body simply couldn't defeat it.
What it thought was a sure thing suddenly took a turn for the worse, and the demon felt a bit aggrieved.
You despicable humans, do you dare to fight me fairly?
Batman steadily aimed the missile at the demon and did not let go.
The demon thought this human wouldn't dare to fire at such close range; he would die too.
But as soon as it saw the other party's eyes, it wasn't so confident in its judgment anymore.
Batman always had a way to make you believe that he could die with you.
'What if this human dares to die with it?' the demon couldn't help but think, and thus dared not act rashly.
After much thought, it finally decided to play it safe.
Trading blows with a human who knew nothing of magic would make it a laughingstock among its peers in Hell.
Constantine breathed a slight sigh of relief.
As long as they could talk, this matter would be easy to handle.
"You've just seen the power of this thing, haven't you? How about it? Interested in cooperating?"
The demon's heart stirred upon hearing this: "How do we cooperate?"
"You help me gather the other demons, and we'll take down Beru'er together! How about it?"
The demon looked at Constantine strangely, "Aren't you two in a cooperative relationship?"
Constantine sneered: "I was coerced by him, forced to do this."
"Think about it, I'm actually a Great Britain man, and I don't live in Los Angeles to begin with."
"So what happens to this city has nothing to do with me."
Constantine sounded very ruthless when he said this, but it fit the demons' usual impression of him.
"You're right, but what do you hope to gain by killing Beru'er?"
If he asked for nothing, the demons would doubt his sincerity in cooperating.
"A soul is imprisoned within Beru'er. I need her, completely!"
"That's not easy to do."
To extract a soul from a demon's mouth is almost impossible.
Can you snatch food from a shark's mouth?
But Constantine just said: "Leave that to me. You only need to deal with Beru'er."
"Of course, we will also provide this weapon as support."
The demon looked at the blue-glowing eternal metal, swallowed, and asked:
"How many such weapons do you have?"
Constantine smiled, took a deep drag from his cigarette, and slowly blew out the smoke.
"I can only say, not many, but definitely enough!"
This statement gave the demon great confidence. It and several other demons knew very well that Beru'er's strength was considerable.
He had been planning in Los Angeles for a long time, and his power had recovered significantly.
The other five demons on Earth had to band together to have a chance to contend with him.
Now, if Constantine's power were added, it might actually be possible to take down Beru'er.
It glanced at the eternal metal, a flicker of greed in its eyes.
Then it would find an opportunity to betray these two foolish humans, seize the eternal metal, and kill the remaining four allies as well.
Then Los Angeles would be its alone!
The demon nodded, agreeing to the alliance. It and Constantine finalized the details, then quietly departed.
"It lacks sincerity in cooperation." Batman retracted the missile.
Constantine didn't understand how he hid such a large object, and he said indifferently;
"They are demons; deception and betrayal are their ways of survival."
"But don't worry, as long as it benefits them, these demons will absolutely not miss out."
...Vanguard Technology company.
Dane was alone in the top-floor room, studying the God of Death's divinity in the crystal.
Just then, he received a call from the front desk.
"You said someone wants to see me, who is it?"
"I am the Queen of all Angels, Mr. Davis."
Dane could tell this was still the front desk's voice, but it felt like a different person.
He immediately realized that the Spirit of Los Angeles had appeared.
"No problem, since it's a distinguished guest, they should be entertained."
..."Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Davis, I just zoned out, what did you say?"
"Let that person come up."
Dane found it very interesting; he hadn't expected to seek out the other party, only for the other party to come to him.
He still remembered the plot in the movie, where the Spirit of Los Angeles could not only possess anyone within Los Angeles but also transform into any appearance, male or female, old or young.
When she met Constantine, she appeared as a beautiful woman, and then some delightful things happened between them.
Characters like Xu Xian and Ning Caichen are all weak by comparison.
Have you ever seen a man who has slept with an entire city?
Constantine could later say to all Los Angeles residents: "I. Fucked. All. Of. You!"
And he would be right.