In the end, the brave and fearless Constantine obtained a body that could move freely.
Although it is still a bit worse than when he was really alive, at least now he can do what he wants to do.
A body that can eat, smoke, and occasionally have a drink or two.
Leoric tried his best to give Constantine the best help in terms of physical strength.
Although half-dead, Constantine's power is much stronger than his previous state.
The bones of the Nephalem can also bring powerful power. At least Constantine can still be considered a Nephalem now.
"Go away, don't appear in my sight before I summon you!"
Leoric said with his eyes widened.
There were still a lot of things to do in New Canduras, and he didn't have much time to spend on Constantine in front of him.
This bastard is always able to cause some trouble. Although Leoric is not afraid of trouble, he hates these things.
"Ahem~ I mean if my body becomes tattered again, can I come back and let you repair it?"
Constantine was rummaging around in Leoric's room.
Judging from his appearance, he probably wanted to find some signs of cigarettes.
The good news is that Leoric doesn't like cigarettes very much, so there are no traces of those things in this room.
The bad news is that Constantine's extremely disrespectful behavior was more like testing the limits of Leoric's tolerance.
The experience of being at the mercy of others was no problem for Constantine.
He has long been accustomed to this situation, but he just wants to find out the range of space within which he can move.
If even the freedom of movement is restricted by making small moves, it will become a joke.
Constantine is very aware of his use value. As long as he understands the extent of Leoric's tolerance for him, things will be much easier in the future.
"You should know, right?
I didn't resurrect you, I just allowed you to find a place of existence between death and life.
Your heart isn't beating, so your nephalem bones can't fill your body with nephalem blood.
Every time you take damage, your strength will be affected.
At this moment, you are powerful enough to subvert me, unless you can really be resurrected one day."
A strange light flashed in Leoric's eyes.
Well, Leoric looks a bit like the Skeleton King in this way.
"That means I need to consume my soul every time I restore my body?
It’s like I’m trading my soul to you for activity time?”
Constantine reached into his backpack and naturally took out a pack of unopened cigarettes.
Now he also has a backpack, but he has lost some opportunities for growth.
Is this result pretty good for him?
Anyway, he has been accustomed to being a weakling from the beginning, and at least he can still retain a good fighting power now.
Is this probably an acceptable answer?
"By the way, starting from Fairy, all your thoughts about me will be known to me.
The reason is that people who are afraid can always understand Diavolo's thoughts.
You are now my dependent, and you cannot disobey me."
Leoric waved his hand, as if he thought it was unlucky to have a dependent like Constantine.
"So you want me to play the flute for you?"
Constantine tilted his head and said.
His words are always strange and seem to have some deeper meaning.
"Go away, I have other people coming to visit."
Leoric put the King's Sword on his waist again.
He was very serious when he said these words. The sign of this seriousness was that Constantine took out a dagger and opened the portal and left the place without even having a chance to speak.
As for the fact that it didn't matter where Constantine was going, Leoric didn't care about it.
"It doesn't actually make sense for you to do this."
Dr. Voodoo glanced at Leoric in front of him, and after looking up and down for a long time, he said this.
"He and I are actually very similar.
Anyway, they all exist in the cracks, and there is still a little bit of use value.
The only difference is that I have someone to rely on and he has nothing.
Do you think it’s interesting to have me as a scumbag to rely on?”
Leoric's words also became strange.
It wouldn't be a problem if he said this to an old acquaintance like Nazbo.
But speaking to Dr. Voodoo like this between acquaintances is very strange.
"You should know that I am not Natsubo."
Dr. Voodoo could only explain that this was a fact, and Leoric also knew it.
"Bulkesser won't let his guys come back knowing nothing about the new world.
There is no difference between talking to you and talking to Natsubo.
It's just hard for you to understand, but it doesn't mean that this kind of thing doesn't exist."
Leoric slowly picked up the pen and wrote names one after another on the parchment.
"Polka-dot man, wise man, second generation rat catcher..."
After all, they are the survivors in the prison of dreams.
Although the number is not large, it can be regarded as an increase in population.
New Canduras needs fresh blood and all kinds of people.
"I always think what you are doing is strange.
Putting everything on one person, but not hiding completely like someone who is running away.
You who are ready to sacrifice for the only one you trust at any time, why on earth are you unwilling to try it yourself?"
Dr. Voodoo is asking some deep questions, and it's a good question.
Dr. Voodoo has come into contact with many ancestral spirits of barbarians, and has also met Leoric and the Archangels.
It's only when you have some understanding of these existences that you feel strange.
Why not try it yourself?
They obviously didn't give up anything, but each of them put all their hopes on Bulcasso.
This is really unusual.
"There are always some things in the world that only those people can do.
It was those who did these things that changed the world, not the world that brought them to that critical juncture.
Let's put it this way, without Tyrell, the archangel of justice, there would never be justice today.
Although justice still exists."
Leoric glanced at Dr. Voodoo in front of him and said strange words.
"You knew how time works a long time ago?"
Dr. Voodoo could only think of such an answer, although it was a bit bizarre.
"...I don't know. But everything seems to be destined to be this way."
To be continued...