Quite darkly humorous, while the pace of interstellar war is gradually approaching, the people of Earth are still trying to maintain a peaceful life.

Loud and noisy music that seemed to burst the eardrums echoed in the room, and fashionably dressed red men and women swayed and writhed in psychedelic light, and the air was filled with hormonal restlessness.

To sum up, this is a nightclub.

History has proven countless times that people facing great pressure to survive will embrace cultural products without hesitation and use them as spiritual pillars to tide over difficulties.

Whether it is religion, opera, or radio, movies, TV shows, and even today's video games, they are all a kind of "spiritual placebo".

Just as in the thirties of the last century, the American film industry thrived in the terrible environment of the Great Depression,

At a time when alien civilizations may invade at any time, the entertainment industry such as nightclubs has not shrunk, but has been further developed.

The attitude of being happy in time began to spread like some kind of infectious disease, not only the middle-aged people in their thirties and forties, who are the pillars of society, began to be decadent and pessimistic, but even the young people who should be in their teens and twenties

The flag-waving and shouting of the propaganda departments of various countries can only slightly slow down this momentum - the masses have always been accustomed to voting with their feet.

If it weren't for the ruthless measures taken by governments to strengthen law and order, I am afraid that consumption places such as nightclubs would be even more chaotic and chaotic.

Unlike the people in the audience who were venting their stress, a certain warlock named Konstantin was sitting in a dark corner of the nightclub, reclining against the bar, limply sipping a bottle of beer that had long since run out of gas.

He was still wearing the signature long yellow trench coat, with a shallow layer of sparse cyan stubble, which could not hide the wrinkles on his chin at all.

With deep dark circles under his eyes and messy hair like a chicken's nest, it's no problem to say that Konstantin is a vagabond.

The head of the occult science of the school city,Ever since he was transformed by Leon's human body,,It's going farther and farther on the road of inhumanity.,

His limbs and bones have been replaced with more efficient steel hydraulics, and his muscles have been replaced with high-strength composite materials.

As the plan to summon demons deepened, even the internal organs that could still be considered "human" were replaced by more efficient demon organs.

Now Konstantin is more like a cobbled together monster like a Frankenstein creation than a human being.

He silently tasted the taste of beer, feeling the sweetness and bitterness that lingered on the tip of his tongue - Dr. Strange's regenerative medicine department is the world's most technologically advanced, especially after borrowing medical technology from the Zetari and Asgard, and has been able to carry out all kinds of incredible experiments.

And the reason why Konstantin seems depressed is not because he is disgusted by his artificial body (a second-rate warlock is a complete pragmatist, plus he has no discipline),

It's not because his fate like a lone star happened again that day, and some relatives and friends died (backed by the mountain of the school city, no matter how hung the hellish demon is, he can only sigh and can't retaliate against Konstantin).

The reason is simple, there are some deviations in the hell demon analysis plan that Konstantin is in charge of.

Jonathan Blazer, a former motorcycle stunt rider and now Ghost Rider, has not been captured by Konstantin's team and is still on the run.

Ghost Rider is a human who has made a deal with the demons of hell and has mastered the highest level of evil power, which can be seen as a passage between the human world and hell.

As long as you catch the Ghost Rider and conduct an in-depth analysis based on the hellfire he possesses, you can figure out the nature of the evil power of hell and add a little bit of victory to the Earth Alliance.

What's more, Konstantin, who is one of the heads of the mysterious side of the school city, believes that the current unpositive state of mind of human beings on Earth is related to the bewitchment of the hell demon - if this guess is correct, then it is even more important to find the upper level of the hell demon through the evil ghost rider as soon as possible.

Thinking like this, Konstantin picked up the beer glass that was about to dry out in his hand, drank it all, scribbled his lips with his cuffs, and glanced around the nightclub with those haggard eyes.

The men and women who danced to the beat of the music, no matter how glamorous their appearances were, could not hide their empty and numb hearts.

The soul power "evaporated" from people's bodies, as if there were countless clouds of ash, slowly emerging from the heads of the crowd, forming a cloud of mist, lingering over the nightclub, and finally condensed into a rope, spreading to the second floor of the nightclub.

Even without psionic sense, Konstantin could feel the smell of decadence and depravity in this place, and the slightest hint of familiarity after the depravity.

A taste exclusive to the demons of hell.

There is a demon who is using nightclubs as its nest to suck the corrupt souls of those red men and green women.

And Constantine's task is to find the demon, interrogate him, and find the news of the Ghost Knight from the demon.

Konstantin placed a crumpled dollar bill under the beer's quilt and slowly buckled it to the table, and just as he was about to imitate the messy steps of a drunken man towards the place where the gray smoke was, a voice stopped him from behind.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave."

Dressed in casual clothes, Li Ang was no different from the young people who had just finished dancing from the center of the night club, and said with a smile, "Stay here, you are not the only guest visiting that demon." ”

"Your Excellency Leon?"

Konstantin was a little stunned, and even the decadent temperament that lingered on his body was temporarily missing, "Uh.... Sorry, but you're here to inspect?

I thought you wouldn't be interested in something so simple...."

"Simple?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, waved his palm, and transferred a bottle of wine from the bar in the distance, held it in his hand, lightly uncapped the bottle, and took a few sips slowly, and then said: "If it were really that simple, I wouldn't be here."

Everything has its internal connection, and behind this ordinary nightclub, there may also be a clue hidden, a clue that may determine the outcome of this cosmic war. ”

Konstantin was silent for a moment, and then dared to joke: "With all due respect, Your Excellency Leon is getting more and more ....."

"Stick?"

Li Angwan smiled and pressed the wine glass on the table, "I have never been a genius, I can only analyze the traces on the surface of things and find their inner connections.

Now, let's go upstairs and find the poor demon. ”