Chapter 2175: Battle of Two Cities (XVII)

Chapter 2149 Battle of Two Cities (XVII)

Hell is a very lively place. No one can tell how big it is, but the various demons living here are probably not enough to be measured in trillions.

And unlike angels who can only be born from the holy spring, demons can reproduce on their own, which leads to the presence of demons almost everywhere on this vast land.

Every time Constantine came to hell, he felt that the living conditions of the demons were worrying, because no matter where he landed, he could always see all kinds of demons migrating or fighting. It was really a scene of vitality and competition.

But this time, after Constantine landed, he saw nothing but the desolate scenery of the land, which was too abnormal.

There are two possibilities for this situation. Either a brutal war had just happened here and the demon army's living force was wiped out, or the demon army knew in advance that Constantine was coming, so they set a trap for him.

But both possibilities don't make sense. Although demons don't have physical bodies in the eyes of humans, they will bleed and get injured in hell, and they will leave corpses after death. If a big battle has just been fought here, there should be corpses everywhere, let alone corpses. There is not even a trace of blood here.

If someone set a trap for Constantine, how could Constantine still stand here at this time?

Constantine has a full understanding of his reputation in hell. No matter which Constantine, he is famous in hell. If the demons really intend to deal with him, they will not give him any chance to react.

After standing there for a long time, Constantine didn't see any movement. He even suspected that he came to the wrong place. Is this really hell? When did hell become so quiet?

Constantine looked carefully again, and it seemed that there were not no demons at all. On the skyline on the right, there seemed to be a group of flying demons flying towards him.

Constantine crossed the hill and walked towards the group of demons. Although he knew that not all demons had the ability to communicate, he at least had to try to figure out what this strange bottleneck was.

Constantine called the leading flying demon. The demon was shocked when he saw him, but he didn't seem to recognize Constantine. Constantine talked to him for a long time, but he didn't understand what he was avoiding. He was in such a hurry.

This is strange. In a place like hell where there is gravity, flying demons are considered to be high-end existences on the food chain. Adult flying demons have fewer natural enemies. These flying demons living in groups are even more rampant. What on earth can make them flee in such a hurry?

Constantine was going to go over there to take a look, but he didn't dare to teleport directly, so he walked forward for a distance, climbed over a small hill, and stood on a higher cliff to look down and found that it was even more desolate below, and there was no trace of a demon.

In the distant, misty skyline, a floating island loomed. Constantine couldn't see what it was because it was too far away, but this aroused his curiosity, so he teleported to the bottom of the island with a teleportation magic.

The moment he landed, Constantine was stunned.

Above his head was a huge city.

It was not a city-state in hell, nor a holy city in heaven, but a very standard megacity on the east coast of the United States - roughly speaking, it was Gotham.

Constantine thought he saw a mirage.

He was definitely hallucinating. How could Gotham appear in hell? ! !

Who threw the super invincible supreme luxury custom toilet into the septic tank? !

Constantine was in a daze when he felt a gust of cold wind whistling on his head. When he looked up, a bat-shaped fighter plane flew over his head. Before he could react, Constantine was pulled up by the hook rope that was entangled with him.

Constantine soared into the air, and a belly full of cool air filled his stomach. He managed to stabilize his body and grabbed the hook on his body. Looking back, who were the two masked guys in front of him?

"Hahaha, I caught another one... Wait! Tim! You caught the wrong one! This thing is not a demon!!!"

A hoarse roar came from the wind. Constantine saw the boy wearing a red hood yelling at his companion who was driving a fighter: "I told you to aim when you hooked, why did you..."

"Quiet, Jason, the demons that generate electricity are enough. We are just patrolling on a routine basis. This guy is much more suspicious than a demon."

"Wait, this seems to be Constantine?! Land, Tim, land quickly, you caught Constantine!"

"Impossible, John is in the city, why would he... It's really Constantine?! I'll land on the east side!"

Constantine, who was bound by the hook, struggled desperately. Of course, he would want to use magic to teleport, and then he found that the rope that tied him was fucking forbidden magic.

So Constantine could only be suspended, watching the bat fighter in front of him go around one side of the sky island and come to the bottom of the other side of the sky island. There, the door of the cabin under the metal-supported power structure slowly opened, and the bat fighter slowed down and flew in.

The plane stopped steadily, and Constantine also landed. The two young men on the plane jumped down and walked to Constantine's side, one on the left and one on the right, looking at Constantine like a rare animal.

Constantine opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment. He had already understood that the two guys in front of him knew himself from another universe, but he didn't know what the relationship between him in that universe and them was, whether he was an enemy or a friend.

But in fact, this is a question that doesn't need to be thought about at all. Constantine is very self-aware. If he is friends with these two guys in another universe, how could they still stand in front of him?

"Are you Constantine from another universe?" The young man who was only wearing a mask took off his mask, revealing a still immature face.

It seems that his name should be Tim. Constantine thought that he was no more than 20 years old, just a child.

"It's me." Constantine replied: "First of all, can you answer what's going on above my head? How can Gotham be in hell?"

"If you can be in hell, why can't Gotham be in hell?" The young man wearing a red hood retorted unhappily: "Is hell yours?"

"Okay, Jason, don't be so angry." Tim pushed the young man named Jason and said.

"Why don't you ask me why I'm so angry? Who just talked to Batman for three hours?! There are seven Robins in Wayne Manor now, why should I answer Batman's call?!"

"Because you lost the rock-paper-scissors game, who can you blame?" Tim shrugged, then patted Jason on the shoulder and said, "I just took you out for a ride, okay, let's take him back first."

After that, Tim walked in front of Constantine, grabbed the end of the grappling hook tied to him and said, "I'm sorry, I can't let you go now, because if you use magic here, it may affect the operation of the sky island. If you fall down, it will be troublesome. Let's go up first."

"Wait!!!" Constantine shouted, "Tell me what's going on first, why did you come to hell? How did you get here?!"

He shouted and struggled desperately, and Tim, who was not that strong, couldn't lift him up at all. Jason came over to pull him, but was annoyed by his shouting.

Finally, Jason had no choice but to give Tim a look. Tim had to let go of Constantine, leaned on the wing of the Batfighter, and began to explain to Constantine what was going on with his arms folded.

The war between the main universe, the Green Lantern Corps and Apokolips was raging. After thousands of low-intensity small-scale confrontations in more than 20 sectors, the two sides finally began a large-scale offensive tentatively.

The main force of the attack was of course the Green Lantern Corps where Green Lantern was, but considering the cause of this war, there were also superheroes on Earth to help, such as Superman and Wonder Woman of the Justice League.

Some people may ask, why is there one less of the Big Three? The answer is that Batman needs to stay on Earth to deal with a lot of troubles, the most troublesome of which is the Gotham that flew into the sky.

The people of Gotham are free, physically, but it is obvious that this was not agreed by Batman, and Batman is very unhappy.

Although he is not usually very happy, he is obviously extremely unhappy this time, otherwise he would not have left the cosmic situation where he was playing table tennis and rushed home.

If it was for strategic defense and attack needs, it would be fine if you flew up to the sky temporarily. When I was here, you didn't fly, but when I was not here, you flew up to the sky and stood shoulder to shoulder with the sun without even notifying me.

It sounds just like not moving when you were here, and when you went to school, your home moved without a trace, and no one told you the new address. This is simply American bullying in the new era.

He is Batman, can he swallow this breath?

So when the rest of the Justice League was paying attention to the big battle in the universe, Batman decisively, resolutely, and without looking back, returned to Gotham to clean up the mess.

That's right, it was to clean up the mess. It's okay that the crazy people in Arkham Asylum had a cramp and came up with a bad idea, but where were my dear Robins? Where were you when Gotham took off?

Batman knew without even thinking that when Gotham took off, the children must have sat steadily in the living room of Wayne Manor, each holding a small cake and black tea, clapping until their hands were numb.

Dick, the only one who might help stop it, was sent by Thomas to learn ballet. It was really the elite education that harmed people.

Batman returned to Gotham angrily. He originally planned to send the lunatics running around on the street back to the insane asylum first, and then deal with the birds. As a result, he encountered an extremely difficult problem as soon as he returned.

The sky island power system that the lunatics in Gotham made in a hurry has reached the limit of its service life, and those patchwork parts and systems can no longer hold on.

Therefore, on the first day Batman returned to Gotham, he was welcomed by the lunatics of Arkham Asylum and the people of Gotham. It was an unprecedented, sincere and warm welcome.

For the first time, Batman understood what it meant to be unable to refuse a kind invitation.