When Constantine heard Zod's voice by his ear, his body stiffened as if electrocuted, instantly freezing in place.
The next moment, he found the suspected demon he had encountered when he accidentally entered another Hell appearing before his eyes.
Although the opponent's attire had changed, that face was still deeply etched in his mind.
Watching the rain falling from the sky automatically avoid the man in front of him, he became even more certain of the opponent's demonic identity.
However, he had just been thoroughly reprimanded by Gabriel, knowing that he would eventually go to Hell and be accompanied by these demons, and the frustration in his heart had nowhere to vent.
Immediately, without any hesitation, he pulled out a golden knuckle duster from his pocket, put it on, and then swung his fist at Zod.
This was his exorcism tool; the cross engraved on the knuckle duster carried holy power and was usually used in close combat.
"Whoosh!"
The whistling fist wind carried raindrops, stopping half a meter in front of Zod and unable to advance another inch.
Zod looked at him and couldn't help but shake his head, saying:
"Tsk tsk tsk! Such reckless behavior isn't like something you would do. It seems Gabriel's words earlier have thoroughly messed with your inner self!"
Hearing this, Constantine couldn't help but feel a little surprised; Zod seemed to understand him very well.
He thought that he dared to appear openly near the church, and even dared to eavesdrop on his conversation with an archangel.
At this moment, Zod's identity appeared even more mysterious, and he felt even more curious in his heart.
Among the Hell demons he knew, the only demons who could possess such powerful strength were probably Beelzebub and Azazel, who were part of the trinity with Satan and jointly ruled Hell.
He had already signed a Soul contract with Satan, and after his Death, his Soul would belong to Satan, who would personally come to take his Soul.
"So, which Devil King from Hell are you exactly?"
Constantine slowly calmed down at this moment, retracted his attacking posture, put on his cynical demeanor again, and then asked somewhat casually.
At the same time, he also speculated in his heart about Zod's purpose in seeking him out; perhaps like Satan, the other party was also after his Soul.
"If this demon is really after my Soul, then perhaps I can make good use of it."
He had never intended to keep his promises when making deals with demons; otherwise, he wouldn't have desperately engaged in various exorcism activities all these years, just to get a ticket to Heaven.
Anyway, his Soul belonged to him before he died; if he could sell it to Satan, then why couldn't he sell it to other demons?
In just a moment, the outline of a daring plan flashed through his mind.
At this time, Zod, possessing powerful Divine Sense, didn't even need to deliberately read his mind to judge from his fluctuating spiritual waves that his inner self was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.
So Zod also asked, "Why do you assume I am a demon?"
Constantine said as a matter of course, "Isn't it? The place where we first met was in Hell. Who would like such a hellish place besides demons?"
"No, no, no, Hell, in my eyes, is merely a special dimension. As long as it benefits me, I can also like it."
Now, in Zod's eyes, that Hell was an important source for him to obtain Power Of Faith, so in his view, it was no different from God's Heaven, as both were places where faith gathered.
Zod's answer was somewhat unexpected by Constantine.
At the same time, a hint of doubt couldn't help but arise in his heart: could Zod really not be a demon?
But this thought merely circulated in his mind before being suppressed; he didn't believe Zod would tell him the truth.
While thinking, he skillfully pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He now needed the stimulation of nicotine to keep his mind clear.
So, after exhaling a puff of smoke, he stopped beating around the bush and directly asked Zod:
"Then, can you tell me, who exactly are you? Or rather, what do you want to do by seeking me out? Or what do you want to get from me?"
Seeing him like this, a smile appeared on Zod's face: "You can call me Zod. In the perception of ordinary people, I should be considered an alien, a visitor from another world."
"As for you, you actually hold no value to me anymore, because your greatest value was guiding me to discover this world."
"Speaking of which, I was able to come to this world thanks to you going to the wrong Hell, John Constantine."
Listening to Zod's words, Constantine's smoking motion paused for a moment.
At the same time, his brain began to work even more frantically, trying to digest the information revealed in Zod's words.
In this world where gods and demons coexist, an alien suddenly appeared claiming to be from another world, which made Constantine feel incredibly confused for a time.
He couldn't determine whether Zod's words were true or false.
If Zod was also after his Soul, then everything the other party said at this moment was a lie to trick him into signing a contract.
But if Zod's words were true, then his appearance undoubtedly revealed an even vaster world to him.
Thinking of the other Hell he had accidentally stumbled into earlier due to a Spell error, Constantine actually began to somewhat believe this explanation.
Just as he was lost in thought, a sudden discomfort came from his lungs, and then he began to cough violently.
It was also accompanied by a strong pain, which made him momentarily unable to stand, and he couldn't help but painfully kneel down on one knee, propping himself up with his hand on the ground.
Zod's faint voice came from his ear: "It seems besides me, there are other guests who want to visit you!"
Constantine hadn't yet understood the meaning of this sentence when he suddenly saw a mouse dart quickly past his eyes, and even a crab crawled onto the back of his hand.
This instantly gave him a bad premonition, and sure enough, the next moment a cloaked shadow appeared in front of him.
Without any superfluous words, the shadow flew up and kicked him.
Constantine couldn't dodge in time and was directly kicked over, and the shadow's foot also instantly exploded, but it turned into a swarm of flying insects.
Looking up, he saw a humanoid monster made of shelled insects threatening him: "Meddlesome exorcist, I will send you to Hell."
At this moment, he immediately understood that he was being targeted by a real demon, not one of the usual half-breeds.
Recalling yesterday's exorcism ritual, that was also a real demon, and he instinctively began to feel that things were not that simple.
When the demon finished speaking, it rushed towards him again.
However, Constantine instantly thought of a way to deal with it. He immediately stood up quickly and then ran towards Zod's position.
Now he wanted to use this newly appeared demon to verify Zod's identity.
If Zod was truly a Devil King on par with Satan, then ordinary demons would certainly not dare to show any disrespect.
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