HBWnovel Chapter 31 Guardians
Chapter 31 Guardians
Constantine first gave Atar the explanation he wanted as promised.
"Do you know about genetic products?" Constantine chose a sharp entry point.
Atar nodded, his attitude was very calm: "...I know, I am."
And then he got a full story from Constantine...and a top-notch easter egg that Attar thought his head would blow off.
The League of Assassins covets Superman's abilities, but is wary of pure Kryptonians.
So they chose to use part of the superhuman gene to fill in the human part, so that the gods will come to the end driven by the Assassin League because of their humanity.
So the League of Assassins used mature technology to mix the superhuman gene they got from Lex with the most powerful human gene they knew, plus some chaotic and disorderly evil natures, and assembled a qualified The body of the assassin...
However, the part of the Superman gene has not awakened.
In other words, this body does not allow it to wake up.
Where is the mistake.
There is nothing wrong with the gene given by Lex. The League of Assassins cannot be so stupid. They use various equipment that cannot be seen on the market to test the body's cell activity, and there is nothing wrong with them.
They should be very happy with this, but the worst thing happened-
They can't wake up the body, it's just an empty shell, it has no spirit, it's in a deep sleep.
The League of Assassins has constructed many possibilities, and Damian is a qualified product. Since he can succeed, it is impossible for the genetic experiment to fail on this body.
There must be something wrong.
They tried various methods, but to no avail, they finally chose outside forces to intervene.
Constantine got involved at this time, and the League of Assassins didn't seem to be overly defensive against him, because his reputation is very loud in the dark world——
This is a person who will sell himself for certain benefits. He has signed more contracts with demons than humans can think of.
So they found Constantine and asked him to use magical powers to find out why the body was sleeping.
Thus, Constantine discovered a secret that almost shook the world.
Not even Constantine himself expected this to happen.
Humans are indeed evil beings dedicated to the pursuit of power...
He never thought that the League of Assassins would be so arrogant. Although Constantine was a symbol of fraud, treachery, and opportunism in the eyes of the world, he did not reach the level of contempt for the power of the League of Assassins.
The Old Ones, the sealed monsters of Chaos, but they are indeed the most powerful beings in the world.
Therefore, the League of Assassins mixed the spirits of the old rulers into it, so that the body's inspiration was high enough to be in line with their thinking, to receive their information intermittently, and to empathize with them.
Even if the consequence is that, if only the body wants to, he can rescue the Old Ones from their eternal sleep.
The reality of the world will be shaken and collapsed because of this, but the Alliance of Assassins is completely reckless for the sake of profit.
Spiritual pollution, this is a very abstract meaning, not just as simple as a drop of thick black blood dripping into a clear pool, causing it to smudge.
Instead, the tentacle-like mental net tightly wrapped this dry brain without mental fluctuations, and carried out a terrible and deep spiritual transformation on this body.
For the greater good, they let the spirits of those terrible Old Ones who could destroy the world intervene...
Just crazy.
But there is no doubt that the whole dark world, pagan or not, will go mad and praise it.
What's even more frightening is that Constantine can't think of any way to solve this trouble.
He didn't know the consequences of waking the body, but it woke up by itself.
——Three years later, he learned about the continuation of this plan again.
The League of Assassins activated it and sent it to Star City... but it was not a so-called undercover agent. Such a move was completely overkill. What the League of Assassins wanted was not the plans that had been proven to fail in Gotham.
Star City has become a new experimental site.
The lesson learned from Damian is that the League of Assassins no longer intends to invade a city similar to Gotham. Since it wants to shock the world enough, destroying Star City will be the best choice.
But it’s not the same as those pediatric methods that tried to destroy a city in the past——
Letting a city rot from the inside and giving it a cold, brutal final blow would be stage play at its best.
Those malice born in the dark because of the gap between the rich and the poor, and the bloody heresy symbols hidden in the shadows, attracted the believers of the old rulers to rush to this city that was about to collapse.
The frequent suicide cases in Star City are due to mental pollution.
...that's why Constantine came here.
"In other words, the Alliance of Assassins released the news that the 'key' to unseal that the heretics want is in Star City?" Atal felt a little absurd, "Wait a minute, make sure, what you said is me?"
Constantine stared at him: "Yes, it's you."
"...So, let me sum it up for you. I am a bait, attracting heretics who are eager to help the old rulers unseal the seal to Star City, disrupting the original order."
"—Then, they just found out that they were in the right place."
"It can be understood in this way." Constantine said.
Grass.Atar cursed a curse word in his heart after a long absence.
Did you hear it?system?Is this an easter egg too?
The sound of mission completion rang in his ears.
[mission completed:
League of Assassins: Unspeakable Fear
Earn rewards--
Invitation from Michigan University]
Then, it continued to play dead, as if it hadn't heard Atal's voice.
"You may also attract other foreign gods." Constantine inserted the knife, "So... this is not just talking."
Atar didn't want to talk now, he only had one thought in his mind, he would bring trouble to Star City.
He is considering whether to change cities, he does not want to involve the Green Arrows.
"Can you give me a hint." Constantine asked beside Atar, "Which one is it? All I know is that you are going to see your guardian."
Atar didn't know why he asked such a question, and he didn't want to answer him, so he didn't speak, but took out the glasses in his pocket with a heavy heart and put them on again.
In other words, can he still have many guardians?
But Constantine's expression seemed to say that was the case.
He put his hand on Atar's shoulder, and the black mist spread from his fingertips again, quickly enveloping the two figures.
Although Atar was prepared, he was still dizzy by the force trying to tear this body apart. Enduring the urge to vomit, he grabbed Constantine by the collar of his windbreaker, and the other party gave a slight smile. Dazed, he pulled him over.
Around Constantine, the dizziness eased, and after half a minute, Atar finally felt that he had landed on the ground.
They had already returned to the corridor. Atar glanced at the lock screen of the phone. At first he thought that the time had passed for a while, but after looking at it, he realized that only twenty or ten minutes had passed, and Peter hadn't woken up yet. , maintaining the posture of being knocked down by Atar on the ground.
He walked over to Peter immediately.
"Although I said that I made you angry, I never thought that you would do such a big job." Constantine pulled his collar, as if trying to pull himself out of suffocation, coughed, "I just Wanted you to say 'shut up' or something."
Atal helped Peter up, half squatted and looked up at Constantine, who was almost taken a step back by his eyes.
"He's fine, I just gave him a dream." He said in a dry voice from smoking.
This blond man in a beige trench coat is showing his anxiety unabashedly, which allows Atar to get a glimpse of his character——
He must be messing things up all the time.
Although this was not his intention, it always made the people around him go to a bad end, so he learned to be good at punishing himself by blaming others, as if such an anxious heart could feel better...
And Atal just hoped he wouldn't rumple his poor tie any more.
Being bought by him was obviously the worst thing that happened to this tie in its life.
"Let him stay on the ground for a while, and nothing will happen." Constantine said indifferently, he glanced at Peter, then skipped the other person's body, and put his eyes on Atar.
"You know you sound like an asshole?" Attar said mildly.
Poor Peter was still lying on the ground, Attar helped him up, leaned against the wall of the corridor, stroked his brown hair, Peter faltered in his lethargy, but still did not wake up, Constantine The magic cast on him obviously hasn't been lifted.
Constantine was discouraged. He stubbed out the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground and kicked it.
"You won't die, will you?" he asked suddenly, "Because of me."
Atar was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Constantine was talking to him...
And this question...
He suddenly had an urge to look at the face of this inexplicable blond man, whether the other party had a sad expression.
And at this time, what he didn't expect was that Constantine was also looking at him unexpectedly, their gazes collided in mid-air, and Atal saw his messy and decadent but good-looking face clearly—he frowned slightly, His eyes were serious, as if waiting for a promise from Atar.
"You are not the god of death." Attar said, a clear sense of absurdity rose in his heart, but Constantine's expression was very serious at the moment, and he didn't mean to be joking at all, "Are you still human?"
"It's different," Constantine insisted. "I'm not like everyone else."
"Okay," he said, "but I can't guarantee that I won't die."
I will Survive.
This is a lie bubble that can be popped immediately, because it is impossible for you to predict whether tomorrow will come first or the disaster will come first, and if you can’t do it, and you can’t guarantee that you will be sure, don’t make promises easily, especially the relationship between him and the other party. Not familiar.
"You are also different." There seemed to be something hidden in Constantine's words, "As long as you don't want to, no one can make you die."
Constantine is obviously not the kind of person who would spout nonsense out of nowhere, although his slovenly appearance fits that well...
And this question is not so difficult to answer, since Constantine gave him a prerequisite of "as long as he wants to, he will not die".
"...Don't worry, I shouldn't die so easily." Atar intends to expose this topic that seems a bit strange to him. Although he is very upset now, he does not intend to vent his anger , "Even if you die, it won't be because of you, it's my business."
Constantine's tense shoulders drooped, and he yawned covertly, his eyes wandering: "Then I can rest assured, after you have made it clear to your guardian, you can go with me, and the follow-up incident requires me to be with you." side."
Constantine thought: he will try to make it up, he still has a chance...
Atal was taken aback: "..."
Wait a moment?Did he drag the progress bar?He didn't say anything at all!
He opened his mouth and was about to refute, but the next moment, the door at the end of the corridor was pushed open, revealing an overly familiar face——
Oliver Quinn.
His face was gloomy after the quarrel, and there was still a trace of unwillingness and anger, but when he saw the scene in the corridor clearly, his body froze involuntarily, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he made a questioning voice: "Why are you so angry?" Coming here, Atar?—”
"And you??" Oliver pointed at Constantine.
Oliver knew Constantine, who was a fanatic who was good at dark magic and liked to deceive humans and demons with lies. A bar, just to hang out with him.
——and I haven't been able to squat yet.
This is enough to show how cunning the other party is.
As soon as he finished speaking, a person pushed him impatiently from behind to let Oliver get out of the way, and also walked out. Atar had only seen this person during the day.
Tony Stark complained: "Don't make a fuss, I sent Peter a text message, he will come, and he will definitely bring Atar here."
"It's just a little slow, but it's okay." Tony closed his eyes and spread his hands, with a very proud look, "You guys have been arguing to no avail, why don't you let Atar himself decide?"
"I didn't quarrel with him!—" growled Oliver, "who quarrels over things that cannot be changed?"
"Yeah, no, it's just you talking unilaterally, Cai." Tony waved his hands perfunctorily, "I don't want to entangle this topic with you."
Oliver was stumped.
After Tony finished speaking, he opened his eyes and tried to look for Peter in the corridor, but he could only see Attar's embarrassed expression, and a strange blond man standing behind him who was a whole head taller than him. For a long time, I couldn't find any trace of my little hero.
"Where's Peter?" A question mark appeared above Tony's head.
Atal: "..."
It's going to kill me, it's embarrassing now.
If Atar gets out of the way, they will be able to see Peter, who is lying aside for some reason, in a coma. Atal was very eye-catching on the sidelines.
Tony stared at Constantine with a bad look, as if he had guessed something, because he didn't look like an easy target to deal with.
I don't know where Tony pressed his wrist. Immediately, a layer of golden and red mechanical products climbed onto his palm with a combination of patters. Iron Man's battle armor was partially installed on his mortal body, turning His combat effectiveness instantly increased, and he decisively pointed his palm cannon at Constantine.
"Give me an explanation." Tony ordered, looking at Constantine coldly.
"He's—" Constantine said.
But he just started talking, and Attar covered his mouth and blocked what he hadn't said yet, his eyes seemed to say, "You tell the truth now, I can only go to the place two streets away from the bar to find You," because Tony would definitely give him a shot.
However, Constantine gently opened his hand and said, "—he is sleeping in the Quinn Manor."
He turned sideways, Atar looked towards the wall, Peter had disappeared, Constantine leaned into his ear, and whispered, "Don't forget, I know magic."
Tony still didn't move his hand away, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"If you don't believe it, you can call Queen's Manor." Constantine said, "I guarantee that he is resting on the big bed."
"He won't do anything to hurt others." Unexpectedly, Oliver helped him with a good word.
He turned to look at Tony: "Also, Peter, is that the 'intern crush' I was thinking of?"
Tony snorted, was diverted by him, turned around and quarreled with Oliver: "——This is just a joke! A joke!"
"Unpredictable," Oliver said.
Constantine became the foil for the two of them instead, and he took out his cigarette again and tried to light it.
But he couldn't maintain the silent expression on his face for too long, because the third person who came out of the room appeared in his line of sight, which instantly petrified Constantine's calm look.
"Bruce?" His hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly.
Bruce Wayne came out from behind Tony, and the three of them blocked the door of the room tightly, making the entire narrow corridor suddenly extremely crowded.
"..."
Constantine stretched out his hand slowly, grabbed Atar's collar, and the cigarette shook to the ground: "...Tell me, your guardian is not Bruce Wayne."
Atal showed doubts, and he was about to deny it immediately, but for some reason, Oliver put his hand on his shoulder, preventing him from denying it.
"He won't go with you," Bruce said slowly.
This sentence is obviously a reply to what Constantine said before opening the door.
How the hell does Bruce know what he said earlier, it's not scientific at all...
Sometimes Constantine thinks Bruce is the one with the magic.
"Also, about the follow-up incident." Bruce looked at Constantine with a calm expression, "What do you want to tell me."
Constantine: "..."