$481 Truth Guessing Conference

"Tony, as Iron Man, nothing you do is like a superhero."

Constantine grinned and pointed at Anton Vanke, who was covered in blood and flesh on the ground.

"If I were you, I would stay away from him."

Tony said seriously.

Anton Vanke is still a little unsure of how many Ark reactors he has on his body.

Under the surveillance of the suit, Anton Vanke's entire body was an energy source.

If this guy exploded by himself, it would definitely be comparable to a small tactical nuclear warhead.

"Hmm, do I have the honor to listen when you ask him questions?" Constantine took out a cigarette out of habit and said: "I think magic is quite helpful in asking questions. I know that one can only Are you interested in the spell that makes people lie?"

Tony had a headache when he heard this.

A spell that makes people only lie?

This does work wonders in many cases, but only if the spell can really take effect.

Otherwise, it will be even more troublesome if the true and false are mixed.

Although Tony probably understood what Anton Vanke was thinking during his previous conversation, and he did want to tell Tony something, but faced with an insurance measure, it was difficult for him not to be tempted.

"Are you sure your spell will work?"

Tony couldn't help but asked, and as he spoke, he and Constantine left a little further.

Constantine's previous series of actions brought the two people closer to each other physically.

Whether Constantine's magic can be used effectively has always been a question mark.

"It should be no problem, let me try~"

Constantine rolled up his sleeves, held a cigarette in his mouth and began to cast spells.

The messy hand gestures on his hands look similar to seals.

As he moved, a burst of energy rose from his body and then directly entered Anton Vanke's body.

From Tony's perspective of energy, this energy was entangled with the energy emanating from Anton Vanke, and it looked strange.

Constantine smiled and then withdrew his hand.

That energy was controlled by him, and it was naturally entangled with Anton Vanke and could not escape his perception.

"The energy in that guy is really powerful. How does this thing work?"

Constantine looked at Tony and asked, and Anton Vanke beside him moved his fingers. It seemed that he had not been awake for long.

"His flesh and blood have probably become one with the machine. That should be it."

The answer Tony gave did not satisfy Constantine.

If it were just a mechanical transformation, these energies should only act on the body, instead of being linked to the soul now.

Anton Vanke is definitely not as simple as Tony said.

"You are really good at joking, but we will hear the truth from him soon. Aren't you happy?"

Constantine lowered his head and took a deep drag on the cigarette.

"How long does your spell last?"

In the middle of Tony's raised palm, the hand cannon was being charged.

A terrible thing, if this spell takes effect, then the deadline becomes the most important issue.

If it were permanent, then these actions would be no different from Tony hearing the truth directly from Anton Vanke's mouth.

Only the determined lies and Anton Vanke's sincere narration can piece together a relatively complete truth.

"I'm not sure. My spells are all pieced together. Who knows how long they last? Anyway, as long as they work when I need them, it's enough."

Constantine smiled.

Tony could tell from this smile that he seemed to have been plotted again.

"Damn bastard, you deserve to go to hell and be tortured for ten thousand years!"

Normally Tony would not curse others with such words.

Because capital is enough to prevent ordinary people from living normally in this world, but Constantine is obviously not an ordinary person.

A liar, thief, and junkie! If he wanted to make money, it would be too easy!

"Hell? Are you talking about the original one, or the new one?"

Constantine answered without raising his head, which made Tony choose silence.

The world has long since become a mess. When he first learned about hell and saw demons, the scientific concepts he had shaped for a long time had already changed.

"I feel great! My head is very clear, as if I am being held by my mother."

Anton Vanke on the ground opened his mouth and said this.

Judging from his own expression, he didn't even believe what he said.

Is he probably trying to say, "I feel terrible, my head is spinning, like he's been punched in the face by his father"?

"Look, my magic energy is working~"

Constantine whistled, then choked on his cigarette and let out a series of coughs.

"Who helped me? I will definitely repay him!"

Anton Vanke's expression looked like it might be more convincing to say he was "beaten".

"Anton Vanko, everything you want to say is a lie now. We can probably talk about the things you know now."

Tony felt his headache getting worse and worse. It was probably because the gem was constantly reminding him not to learn these "truths".

"I'll say anything! But first you have to know that there is always peace between the worlds!"

After Anton Vanke finished speaking, he pinched his mouth directly, as if he was trying to straighten his tongue.

Such words made both Constantine and Tony fall into silence.

If this is false, then it’s a bit fucked up!

"Constantine, are you sure your spell really works?"

Tony asked Constantine this way, and suppressed his dissatisfaction with Constantine and took a few steps in that direction.

If it doesn't work, just use your fist!

If the iron fist of the suit falls on Constantine, he will definitely save his life.

"Honestly, I hope it didn't take effect." Constantine took the cigarette out of his mouth and put away his playful smile: "But unfortunately, I'm sure it did!"

"Say everything"? This thing should not be told to them all.

As for the world always being filled with peace, that is obviously a lie.

Anton Vanke finally woke up a little and probably understood some of his state.

After he closed his eyes and meditated for a while, he immediately began to speak.

"This is not good for you at all. After hearing the illusion clearly, you may not be so safe."

Anton Vanke's tone became a little angry as he spoke.

What you want to say and what you say are completely different things. This feeling is comparable to the cry of "spinach on sale for cheap".

"He's saying that this is good for us? He didn't know the truth directly but guessed it, so we probably won't be targeted by danger?"

As Constantine said this, Tony's face became ugly.

"It may be that this is not good for us. The unclear truth will still put us in danger. Lies are not all opposites in a sentence!"

Tony looked at Anton Vanke, his face full of distortion, as if he had kicked the leg of the table without paying attention, and the expression on his little finger had been severely injured.

"I have to say, this spell will only turn your spoken words and written words into lies. It doesn't matter if you nod or shake your head! So don't look like you are stepping on Lego bricks with bare feet Expression!"

Constantine shouted directly.

He also became impatient.

Knowing this truth is very important to him.

Knowing more information will allow him to make more perfect preparations.

Facing a complete stranger, it is also difficult for this liar to deceive the other person directly.