"Yes, a sleeping hero is still a hero.
But when the flies lay on the fallen body of the hero, they continued to show off their greatness.
At a time like this, I think it necessary to have an angel burn them all to ashes."
Constantine always has a weird smile on his face.
It seems that he feels that there is no need to hide himself from these people in front of him.
"You mean someone's trying to bring him back to life?"
There is light shining in Reed's eyes!
This is not surprising.
In this world where demons can be seen everywhere, humans have to find ways to resist.
No one would be willing to be tortured at such a time.
Even those who think they can survive by joining the Burning Hell, few would choose to become Duriel's subordinates.
"Those guys in the White House are trying to recreate the Human Torch one by one.
Are you satisfied with this answer? In my opinion, human beings trying to steal God's authority is definitely not a good thing.
Although the demons in the Burning Hell are different from the guys I know, there is one thing I can be sure of.
The conditions the devil agrees to you will always be presented in the worst possible way to you.
Moreover, those guys in the Burning Hell will also add a little cruelty as a seasoning to the process."
Constantine rubbed his chin.
The cigarette with the soul fragments from before was making some noise in his body, which made him feel that something was trying to open his mouth.
"If this is all you can tell me, I still can't promise you!
But I can keep Jim Hammond in good hands."
Reed's wariness about Constantine is slowly increasing.
Although they had fought side by side before, Reed was gradually understanding who Constantine was.
All seemingly sincere words are always inseparable from some exchange of interests.
This guy is definitely not a good bird.
"Reed, Susan didn't answer the phone!"
Ben ran over anxiously, and there was a series of thumping sounds under his feet.
He is really heavy...
Even now, Ben has not figured out how his body circumvents the law of conservation of mass when it changes...
"It looks like you have something to do now Mr. Fantastic?
Do you need me to help you open a portal?"
Constantine had a very friendly smile on his face, making him look very gentlemanly.
But Reed always felt that there was definitely a shadow of Constantine in this matter.
Susan is a bit emotional, but she will never not answer Ben's call at this time.
Something happened over there, and this thought was particularly strong in Reid's mind.
"I hope I won't try to kill you.
Although you seem to be a nephalem, you need to know that there are many things that science can do.
It can even be crueler than the demons you know!"
Reed faced Constantine and said coldly.
Reed is a hero, but this guy's bottom line is also quite flexible.
Smart people sometimes turn into fools, and they turn into the kind of fools that the burning hell loves best.
As for whether science can kill an ethnic group?
The answer is yes!
Tampering with food to affect certain genes?
Or create targeted genetic weapons.
This way Reed can get as much as he wants.
It's even easier to figure out this kind of thing than to figure out how to solve magic.
"Okay, okay~
You guys always use the same words when threatening others.
But I don’t really care.”
Constantine looked indifferent, then took out the dagger and opened a portal!
If there is no accident at that end, it will be where Susan is.
…
"You said you could help me resurrect my brother?"
Susan said as she looked at the terrifying-looking demon in front of her.
Although her heart was filled with fear of the demon in front of her, she still mustered up her little courage and stood here.
Susan doesn't have many relatives anymore, and the loss of her brother makes it difficult for her to get over it.
"If according to your statement, that person was destroyed together with an angel.
I think I can get you to see him again."
The devil spoke very calmly, with a somewhat preachy tone in his tone.
This way of saying it makes what he said seem to have an aura of credibility attached to it!
"I want to see my brother, not an angel who looks like my brother.
Of course, neither can the devil!"
Susan said very seriously.
She felt that something was wrong with herself, and she always felt that as long as she stayed in front of this demon, her heart would continue to slide towards the abyss.
"Of course, I'm talking about your brother, not that damn Ozil!"
The demon forced an expression that was barely a smile on his face.
This guy seems a bit submissive.
"How can I trust a demon?"
Susan's voice became very low, as if she was questioning the devil in front of her.
It's more like asking your own heart.
This question does not lend itself to an answer from a demon.
"I think you can try not to be hostile to us first.
After all, the guy who hurts the people around you is not a monster.
We are just looking for a space where we can live better.
To be precise, it should just be a confrontation of positions between us, not a personal grudge, right?"
The devil's words are always full of deception.
Susan was a little shaken.
The difference in stance makes the two sides need to fight for the space of survival, but if there is no personal hatred between them, it does not seem to affect them becoming friends after the battle is over.
Susan's thoughts were wandering uncontrollably.
"Susan! Why don't you answer the phone!"
To be continued...