"What happened? Why does it feel like the sky is falling?"
Constantine was thinking about it in the room where bones were everywhere. Suddenly he shouted as if he had woken up:
"Is anyone here?"
 Of course no one.
 What this place has is just a group of weak skeletons that are unable to appear on the battlefield.
Perhaps one of them still inherits the blood of a certain ancestor, but now, only the bones are left all over the place.
 It’s just that there is a guy who is not a human being in this place.
Diavolo’s shadow!
This is not the big demon that is the source of fear, but a shadow that truly belongs to Diavolo's will!
The existence of this guy is not an accident, but something that will inevitably happen when this place that existed in the past is awakened as a "secret realm".
 Secret Realm Guard!
“Another guy who doesn’t understand fear? What a surprise. I never thought I would see a guy so similar to Bulcaisel again.”
Diavolo spoke softly, his image and voice naturally spreading fear.
Diavolo held a child in his hands, that was Danny.
 A child with a trace of Mephisto's consciousness and breath in his body, the offspring of demons and humans.
 As for the mother of the child, the gypsy woman named Nadya.
Now she was looking at the child in Diavolo's arms absentmindedly, as if she had lost all space to think, and she was looking at it intently.
“This, uh, deformed and powerful Mr. Demon, what should I call you?”
Constantine looked at Diavolo in front of him and said with some curiosity.
Constantine, who also had his soul divided, would not lose his normal thinking because of fear.
 It’s just that Constantine’s “normality” may not be very normal in the eyes of truly “normal” people.
 “Diablo.”
Diavolo said his name calmly and stepped on Steve's body.
 Of course he could kill Steve easily here, but that would make no sense at all.
  Steve had an aura that belonged to Johanna, which made Diavolo curious.
 Although this guy overestimated his ability and wanted to save Danny and Nadya, the mother and son, Diavolo still chose to "forgive" this rash guy.
 Being a secret realm guardian is a novel experience for Diavolo.
 Settling those trialists who are not strong enough is certainly nothing.
 It's just that Diavolo is waiting for Bulcaisel's arrival.
 After the source of fear was easily killed, he waited here.
 As for killing Steve, it was very unnecessary.
 In the secret realm, Orec is able to control everything that happens here.
 Though Diavolo could still be killed if he really wanted to do this.
“Well, Mr. Diavolo, I wonder if you can let go of that unfortunate guy under your feet. How did he offend you?”
Constantine had a faint smile on his face.
 Silently, he took out the cigarette pack with only the last two cigarettes left in his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth.
Then he moved the cigarette case forward, as if he wanted to light a cigarette for Diavolo.
 “This guy? You are really interesting.”
Diavolo kicked Steve off the ground, and forced a smile on his ferocious face.
 He used his strength casually, took out the last cigarette and held it between his fingers.
The huge gap makes one wonder whether the cigarette held between the fingers can be put into the mouth.
"I'm going to give you a reward. Is there anything you want to get?"
Diavolo’s eyes were a little wandering, and he deliberately showed his doubts on his face.
He was curious about what choice Constantine would make, and this experience might be useful when facing Bulkesso.
 “I want world peace, sir.”
Constantine took a deep drag on his cigarette, and then glanced at Steve who was trying to get up.
 The sarcastic smile on his face became more obvious.
Constantine couldn't tell how powerful Diavolo was.
 But only this guy is better than Constantine.
It is really hard to find a few demons who are weaker than Constantine.
 Excluding Constantine's tricks and rhetoric, he is just a person with slightly stronger strength than ordinary people.
 “Is this your wish?”
Diavolo used the strength of his body to stuff the cigarette into his mouth, and in one breath it turned into complete ashes.
Now that he understood what kind of guy Constantine was, no more testing was necessary.
 This is a person who is firmly committed to disorder.
 Faith has no meaning to him, only what he wants to do is meaningful.
 A guy like Corruption either doesn't hesitate to lose his origin, or he is already close to the devil's thoughts in his heart.
 The common approach is a waste of time.
“Of course not. I just wanted to try it. I see people who claim to have met God always say this kind of thing, so I gave it a try.”
Constantine's incoherent look did not make Diavolo angry, and the city of the Dread Demon God was not that superficial.
“So I am God in your eyes? I am very satisfied with this.”
Diavolo grinned.
 The smoke in his mouth kept rising, as if it would never end.
 He got some inspiration from cigarettes.
 People are always afraid of death, afraid of death.
 But he is attracted to this thing that constantly brings death.
Perhaps until the last moment of their lives, these guys who died from cigarettes will have strong fear and hatred.
Diavolo decided to try another way to spread fear.
It spreads like a non-lethal and asymptomatic virus, and then brings a large number of inevitable deaths at the last moment, thereby inducing fear!
  The new gameplay, you don’t have to worry about whether it is effective enough or not.
 The worst thing is to make fun of Bulcaisel by looking at his inability to do anything in the face of countless deaths.
that's enough.
 He has enough time to do it anyway.
“No, I’m just making an analogy. Do you understand the analogy?”
 Constantine knelt down and patted Steve's face.
He has never experienced anything like slapping Captain America on the face.
That American butt made him salivate.
"For example, if I say you are a piece of cow dung, are you cow dung? Obviously not. But this does not prevent me from treating you as cow dung, Mr. Devil."
Constantine said the most arrogant words, but his tone was still polite.
“It doesn’t matter, but that doesn’t stop me from turning you into a scumbag, in a physical sense.”
To be continued...