The guy responded with a loud slamming of the door.

Anyone in this world can need help, but for Bourkeso, it's a different story.

Closing the door, Bourkesso looked at the room and seemed to understand what had attracted the fool.

"Uncle, what is that person talking about?"

Jill was a little curious, for him, the magical side of the world was gradually unfolding before his eyes.

Jill is full of curiosity about these godly things.

"He's saying the place has some demonic scent."

Bourkeso turned around and intend to continue his forging, where Nephiti existed, demons and angels would hesitate.

The reason why the blacksmith shop was glued to the demon's breath was nothing more than the weapon that Bourkeso carried on his body.

These two weapons have been with Bourkeso for an unknown number of years, and they are naturally stained with demonic blood.

Although the aura of these demons has faded a lot over time, they still exist.

"Demons?"

Jill tilted his head and began to recall the guys he had seen from the battles in the secret realms of others, still a little dazed.

Young Jill didn't understand the description of breath, and to him, demons were just ugly and fierce monsters.

With a rustling sound, the crumpled business card slipped through the crack in the door, and the handwriting on the card was full of cheapness.

"John Constantine, we're here to help you."

Bourkeso was starting to get bored, he hated chattering guys.

Striding towards the door, he thought he needed to teach the ignorant creature some lessons.

As the door was pushed open, the sloppy guy was squeezed directly by the tremendous force and fell to his head.

Bourkeso began to exude a hint of arrogance.

Since this guy named Konstantin can feel the demonic aura here, then he can naturally feel the aura that belongs to Bourkeso!

"What are you!"

Konstantin's lazy look disappeared in an instant, this guy always dealt with those demons, and used those angels more than once.

But no matter what kind of existence he met, he had never felt this unique atmosphere.

Not magic, not demons or angels, not weird superpowers.

All he felt was that long, full of pure power!

Konstantin didn't feel good, although Bourkeso only showed a hint of oppression, but this peculiar feeling left Konstantin unprepared.

Konstantin knew that he seemed to be provoking something terrible, and the best option now was to get out of here.

It was no secret to him that there was a group of mages in New York, and there had always been a spell aura that belonged to the Supreme Mage in this blacksmith shop.

That's why he came here for a purpose, after all, a wandering mage needs more backup if he wants to face those demons and angels.

And the Supreme Mage is the best backup he knows.

Bourkeso just looked at Konstantin, who had fallen to the ground and had not yet gotten up, with the calmest eyes, and did not say a word.

For this kind of guy, he doesn't really want to get his hands dirty.

Constantine got up from the ground in a daze under the pressure of Bourkesso, and left the place without looking back.

It looks like it's scared.

Jill slowly poked his head out of the blacksmith's shop, then reached down and picked up the crumpled business card from the ground.

"Paranormal, paranormal event expert, John Constantine."

Jill read the handwriting on the business card in a somewhat strange tone.

"Alright, Jill, after lunch, we'll go for a walk around the city."

Bourkeso didn't take this guy to heart.

On the other side, Konstantin seemed to have some magical idea, and after seeing the spirit displayed by Bourkeso, his head, which was full of strange thoughts, began to move.

"Manny, do you know what he is?"

Konstantin leaned on a fire hydrant, lit a cigarette, and said in the direction of the desert.

"I don't know ......"

A patrolman who was walking towards Konstantin suddenly turned into an angel with white wings, and said in a blank tone.

Angel Manny, just came to this world to observe Konstantin who has one foot in hell.

He didn't expect to see a being near Konstantin that even he couldn't understand.

"Aren't you an angel?"

"You know, angels aren't omnipotent."

Konstantin gradually regained his composure, perhaps due to the fact that he was smoking a cigarette.

"I guess you know what it means to be in the world without saying hello?"

A calm voice suddenly interjected into the conversation between Constantine and Manny, and a mage of the Ancient One, dressed in dark yellow robes, appeared in the place.

Everything around was enveloped in another dimension in the blink of an eye.

"Respected Supreme Mage, I have no intention of breaking your agreement with Heaven, I am just observing him."

Angel Manny bowed deeply to the Ancient One, and pointed a finger at Constantine, who was holding a cigarette with a strange look.

"I think you should know what you're doing, so you'd better be honest."

Ancient One's face was shrouded in a hood, and his tone was not polite at all.

The world between heaven and hell is not a backyard where both can set foot at will.

The enchantment established by Agamotto makes it impossible for these guys to show their full strength in the human world.

Even if you can show your full strength, what can you do?

She is also a strong person who can defeat Mephisto head-on, and the forces of heaven and hell have to be honest in the world.

"I wonder, what should this beautiful lady be called?"

Konstantin took a deep puff of his cigarette and walked towards the ancient one with steps that the six relatives did not recognize.

Konstantin, from a normal person's point of view, this guy is definitely an out-and-out scumbag.

Those chaotic and unstructured spells have never been his strong point, if he wants to say that he is the strongest, it must be unique words and superb deception.

By the way, he's still bisexual, and he's even done things like having monsters possess his flesh and give birth to another monster.

The bottom line of people seems to be just a boring word for this guy.

Every time he breaks through his own bottom line, he immediately sets a new bottom line.

He's just a scumbag.

Justice, perhaps?

Konstantin staggered over to the Ancient One, and stretched out his pinhole palm as if to remove the Ancient One's hood.

Of course, all he could get was a soul detached palm.

The illusory one lacked a part of his soul, and it appeared in this place lightly.

His body was so soft that it was on the ground, and he was still holding the burning "Ska" brand cigarette in his hand.