"John Constantine······

Cain spoke English in a very peculiar tone, with each word exuding a strange fluctuation, the sound seemed to come from a very distant space, and every sentence had an echo that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

He paced around Constantine, his handsome face sinking into the shadows at a glance, Cain continued.

"You have followed in the footsteps of St. William to my grave and taken the Holy Blood from my little pool of blood, a gift that none of my devout believers have."

"So how do you want me to repay your gift? Sleeping with you?"

Cain's face was slightly startled, but he quickly returned to normal, with his back to Constantine, but he turned slightly sideways to look at him and said, "Tell me, how is the wizarding world now?"

"The wizarding world? There's no magic anymore." Konstantin said in a mocking tone, "It's a coincidence that you have returned, the demons have finally been able to reap their followers, and they have collectively broken the covenant and withdrawn the power lent to the magician, if you want to rule the world, take advantage of it now."

"No, I'm not so stupid, I know that my enemies are not demons, but angels, and they never give up on destroying me." Cain continued in that strange tone.

"You want me to help you deal with the church?" Konstantin sneered and said, "You don't really think that my reputation is much better than yours, do you? I can't get into any of the forty-six cathedral churches in England, and I'll be beaten even if I show up at the door."

"That's because you owe the angels so much, and they owe me."

"Don't talk about old accounts, let's get down to business." Konstantin sat cross-legged on the ground and pouted his lips indifferently.

The next second, he was grabbed by a pair of bloody hands, and Mary, the queen of blood, reached out to him, pressed him to the wall with her claws condensed by magic, and strangled his neck.

Instinctively struggling, Mary floated up to him and said to him, "Listen well to your master, you damned stray dog!"

"Leave him alone, Mary." Cain smiled, stared into Constantine's eyes, and said, "He is now as pure as a newborn baby, and I have never seen such a pure and sinless soul in any human being."

Constantine was put down, he lay on the ground and coughed twice against his chest, and got up with some difficulty, his back pressed against the wall, for Cain had come in front of him.

"Your invasion of my grave for no reason has indeed angered me, and just as I followed the breath of blood to find your place, I discovered the strangeness of your soul—the pure breath that awakened my thirst for blood, and I had abandoned the filthy and unclean blood of ordinary men."

"You want to suck my blood?"

Konstantin smiled a slightly maniac, he opened his arms, tilted his neck to one side, and said, "Come on, Your Majesty Cain."

"You're very interesting." Cain grabbed Constantine's chin with one hand and forced him to look at himself, staring into Constantine's eyes with those mysterious red and bloody eyes.

"Adam and Eve ruled the Garden of Eden by day and night, respectively, and when the pure blood of Abel flowed before me, my children and I would have the bloody twilight of the Garden of Eden forever, and from then on we could drink all the purity and become great power."

Cain's voice drew nearer, and as his fangs approached Constantine's neck, he heard Constantine whisper in his ear, "Kill me and I will return to my Lord and be pure forever······ Uhhh

Sharp fangs pierced into Constantine's neck, and Cain's voice grew clearer and clearer as blood flowed out.

"God will not save you, sinner, He will only cast you out and live forever to the penalty of sin and fire, but I appreciate your piety, for it will make your death more sweet."

As the blood drained, Constantine's eyes gradually lost their brightness, and Cain smiled with enjoyment, but the smile on Constantine's face was worse than his.

The hand holding down the wall hung limply, and a second before Konstantin lost his last life, his voice

Sounds echoed through the dimly lit room.

"You will know that the wicked also have a Savior for the wicked······

"He's dead." Lilith's voice rang in Red Robin's head, and then her tone took on some curiosity, "Are you just looking at it? Boy?"

"Something isn't right." Red Robin frowned and said, "Anyone who thinks Konstantin is easy to deal with will be in bad luck."

"I know something about the Dark Justice League - there is no one in this world that Konstantin would not dare to take advantage of, he is the best at using other people's emotions to drive them to do things for him, including enemies and his friends, or rather, he is better at using friends."

"You think he has a plan?" And what do those words he said before he died?" Lilith asked as if she were chattering.

"Konstantin doesn't believe in God." Red Robin shook his head and said, "I'm sure if he had the chance, he would have tricked God."

Then he frowned and repeated the last words of Constantine: "'The wicked have a savior for the wicked'...

··· I guess he might be trying to use someone who would come to save him."

"Constantine once told Jim that a friend of his helped him pay off his debt and saved him, and since this friend was willing to pay such a big price, it was impossible to watch him die again."

Red Robin suddenly raised his eyes and said, "Konstantin bets that he will save him, will avenge him, and will ······ for him Kill Cain."

In Hell, Azazel's palace, Schiller and Azazel are sitting face to face at the long table in Hell, drinking and chatting, while Red Hood is sitting in a nearby seat reading a book.

"Your strategy is very effective." There was a hidden pleasure in Azazel's tone, and he took a sip of the wine that was like blood, and then said, "All the demons with the help of power broke the contract at the same time, and the wizarding world was in chaos, and our years of painstaking management have not been in vain, and those stupid mages have long been inseparable from our power."

Suddenly, the black mist around Azazel dissipated, but what appeared in it was not the demonic image with horns on the head that is common in hell, and unlike the appearance of Belel and Beelzebub, who were close to animal avatars, Azazel was a standard humanoid with blonde hair and blue eyes, a handsome face, and a pair of huge black wings behind him.

"Seraph Azazel, the guardian of heaven and the scapegoat of the Lord's suffering." Schiller said with a smile as he looked at Azaire.

"It's all the old calendar." Azazel said coldly.

Schiller was about to say something, but Azazel saw his face change, and then, the smile on Schiller's face disappeared into a slightly surprised expression.

「······ Be bold." Schiller whispered with some sighs that Azazel did not know who he was evaluating.

Schiller got up from his seat and turned his head to look out the window of the Demon Palace, when suddenly two entangled souls flew out of the window to Schiller's hand, Schiller's eyes flashed, and the soul turned into a pure white point of light in his hand.

Azazel's six huge wings unfurled, and he soared into the air, flying into the air above the throne, glaring at Schiller and roaring.

"You're an angel?! You lied to me!!

"Konstantin ·····." Schiller pronounced the name of the soul, and he took a deep breath, seemingly incredulous.

Azaire, who was in mid-air, was also silent, and after a few seconds, he gathered his wings and landed on the ground, looking at the light point in Schiller's hand and asked in some surprise:

"You became Lord of Constantine? How do you do it? This cunning human has played all hell at one time!" "This is my private business, Your Majesty Azazel."

When Schiller looked at Azazel, Azazel cursed in a low voice, "Where did Lucifer get another fallen angel?!"

"How the hell did you get Konstantin's soul?" Azazel asked again.

"Heaven and hell cannot receive his soul, because you do not really want to save him, but I suffer in his place and become his Lord."

"I am indeed an angel, and after one of his audacious offenses, another I signed with him

A contract was made

······ I have some personal matters to attend to, Your Majesty Azazel, and I'll leave first."

Azazel snorted coldly, but said before Schiller left the throne hall, "Beware of Gabriel, who made a great wish to judge all the degenerate, stupid, but annoying."

Schiller's footsteps paused, but he said, "Thank you for the reminder, Your Majesty."

In the Forgotten Bookstore, Red Hood covered his head and woke up in a daze, finding himself lying on a table with an empty wine glass in front of him.

"Is this a dream?" Red Hood asked in a hoarse voice.

Suddenly, he saw a hand with a cup of hot water placed in front of him, and as soon as the red hood looked up and met a pair of barren gray eyes, he broke out in a cold sweat almost immediately.

"Drink it." Schiller's tone was very gentle, and he looked at the red hood and said, "I'm afraid you'll have to study on your own for a while, because I'll have to take this body to deal with some personal matters."

Red Hood lifted his glass with slightly trembling fingertips and took a mechanical sip of water, he couldn't take his eyes off Schiller's slightly unfocused eyes, but he still put down the glass and said, "You······ Not the professor?"

"You can understand that." Schiller said with a smile.

As he tried to turn and go upstairs, Red Hood stood up and stopped him, asking, "What are you going to do?" Schiller's hand pressed on the button of his suit, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Someone has killed my lamb, and I must go and get his blood back."

"Can I go along?" Red Hood took a deep breath and continued, "I'm not done yet." "I'm afraid it's not something you want to learn."

"But I can see."

"If you don't faint, then come, but wait for me here now, and I'll change my clothes."

Red Hood stood beside the stairs as he watched Schiller walk through the bedroom door, and after a while, he changed into a dark red princely three-piece suit and walked down the stairs with the buttons of his suit.

Red Hood had already walked to the door, and he turned to look at Schiller and asked, "Where are we going?"

But Schiller shook his head, went to the table by the window and sat down again, then pointed to the opposite place and said, "Sit down, we have to go to hell again."

Red Hood was a little confused, but did so, and soon the figures of the two appeared in Azazel's palace again, and Azazel frowned and stared at Schiller who appeared again.

"Why don't you seem to be ······?"

"Your Majesty Azazel." Schiller interrupted him in a raised tone, and continued, "Let's make a fair deal, you tell me where the man who killed John Constantine is, and I'll pay you."

Azazel gave him an amused look and said, "I don't think you'll be satisfied

···

"The reward is Konstantin."

Schiller walked up to Azazel without hurry, and when he met the barren gray eyes, Azazel was the first to look away.

Schiller's hand reopened, and he stared at the soul light that emitted intense fear fluctuations with his somewhat stray gray eyes, and with his other hand, he pulled one of the intertwined twin points of light out of it and sent it to Azazel.

"You, all the Demon Kings, the most desired Konstantin of all Hell and Heaven—the human race that has played tricks on you, will fall into your hands."

Azazel listened to the tragic chirping of Konstantin's soul light, and looked at Schiller's barren gray eyes, he suppressed his heartbeat, took a slight step back, and said indifferently: "Every man has his own Savior, and he is your lamb."

"Yes." Schiller lowered his eyes again, his expression did not show any anger, but with a slightly mocking helplessness, he looked at the soul light point that was pleading and screaming in the palm of his hand.

"But as he has teased you countless times, this self-righteous little lamb wants to take advantage of me."

"I'll go get his blood back, because that's mine, but I hope you're with Hell

All the demons who hate him have taught me a lesson that satisfies me, and that hell should do what it can to entertain him as long as his soul is whole······ This is the price of purity."

Azazel gave Schiller a meaningful look, then turned and walked back to the throne, where he sat down, holding his hands on the armrests and listening to the screams of the soul's rays of light.

"No, no······ Schiller!! No!!!!" Azazel's voice of incomparably excited echoed through the palace. "The deal is done, Cain ······ Kill your lamb."