novelhk Chapter 468 Magical Reform
Chapter 468 Magical Reform
Chapter 468 Magical Reform (Part Twelve)
Faust bent down and gently patted Chandler's cheek with his cold hand. Chandler glared at him angrily but could not break free from the invisible bondage.
He straightened up and looked again at Constantine's face, which was contorted with anger and fear.
"Now, let's make the rules clear, John. Either hand over the Spear of Destiny now," Faust's voice suddenly turned icy, "or—"
He extended his finger, pointing the tip at Chandler's chest. A visible dark purple energy began to gather, emitting a strange sound like a woman's scream.
"I'll extract his soul and turn it into a soul lamp that burns eternally. You know that's easy, John, you know I can do it, so John—don't force me to actually do it—"
Time seemed to stand still.
Constantine's breathing became heavy. The artifacts he had hidden in his pocket, such as the Spear of Fate and the Archangel's Heart, could help him escape this calamity and even directly kill Faust, but the prerequisite was—time.
He needs time, he needs to use the artifacts undisturbed, and even if he defeats or kills Faust, the consequences would be unbearable—at least not for a mortal named John Constantine.
Constantine looked at Chandler, the friend who had pulled him back from the brink of death countless times, the fool who had stood by him even when everyone else had turned against him—
Even now, Chandler is shaking his head at Constantine, his mouth still making the "NO" gesture repeatedly.
That fool, he has no idea the pain of being eternally burned—
Meanwhile, Faust was enjoying the struggle on Constantine's face. Although it was the first time he had seen this slippery eel, Faust enjoyed watching others suffer.
He had long lost his humanity during his long dimensional imprisonment, and now Faust only wanted to take revenge on the world, especially the group of mages who had exiled him.
"My patience is limited, Constantine," Faust urged in a gentle, creepy voice, the green light at his fingertips growing brighter, while Chandler's body began to spasm uncontrollably.
This is caused by magic pulling at his soul.
Cold sweat trickled down Constantine's temples as his mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, but Faust refused to give him the time.
"Think about it, John, trading a divine artifact you can't control, one that will only bring you disaster, for the continuation of your only friend's soul. Isn't that a perfect deal?"
In fact, Constantine could have escaped if he wanted to; the evil god's flesh on his body could display magical patterns at will, which were completely invisible outside his trench coat.
But whenever he thought of the curses Chandler had shielded him from, of his taxi that had been destroyed and repaired countless times, and of the countless desperate nights when only this taxi driver, who had to start work early the next day, was willing to listen to his troubles—
Constantine couldn't do it; he couldn't stand by and watch Chandler suffer eternal torment because of him.
He learned one thing from a very young age: some debts can never be repaid, and some bottom lines are ones that even he, John Constantine, is unwilling to cross.
Rune was puzzled by the high moral standards of Constantine in this world, but this was actually something Rune himself had created.
After taking control of the puppet sales channels in Britain, Constantine made a considerable amount of money. Most of this money naturally went back into Rune's pocket, but the rest was barely enough for Constantine's expenses.
The saying "When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they are well-fed and clothed, they know honor and shame" is an irrefutable truth. Constantine's moral bottom line naturally rose somewhat as a result—though not by much, of course.
"Stop—" Constable's voice was hoarse, like a mosquito's hum, almost inaudible.
Faust raised an eyebrow, slightly reducing the energy at his fingertips. "What did you say?"
"I said stop!" Constantine looked up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, his face filled with anger and exhaustion. "Let him go, and I'll give you the things!"
Finally, a smile appeared on Faust's face. He waved his hand, loosening the chains of shadow binding Constantine slightly, allowing him to swing one hand. "Leave it to me, Constantine! Don't try anything funny, your friend is in my hands!"
Constantine laboriously reached into his trench coat, pulled out a small box, took out the Spear of Destiny, and handed it out.
This scene made Chandler's eyes widen.
Didn't you say those magical artifacts were in the bag I was holding? Why did you pull out a small box?
Just as Faust reached for it, Constantine threw the Spear of Fate away with all his might.
"No! You bastard!" Faust immediately ordered his mage legion, "Seize the Spear of Destiny!"
However, the Spear of Fate possessed such powerful abilities that the mages could not catch it with magic; they had to catch it themselves. At that moment, Constantine unleashed a tremendous force.
Bang!
The symbiote's enhancement with Compound No. 5 made Constantine's true strength measured in tons. Combined with Faust's focus on the thrown Spear of Fate, Constantine successfully broke free from Faust's magic.
Constantine immediately rushed to Chandler's side and, using the runes that had already surfaced on the symbiote's surface, used magic to escape the area.
"Damn it, John!" Chandler's eyes widened. "You used me as bait, didn't you?!"
He'd worked with Constantine many times and knew the bastard's character. Yes, his standards had improved, but this scoundrel was still John Constantine—a famous DC scumbag.
"Come on, Chandler, you know this is for your own good," Constantine said breathlessly, lighting another cigarette as he spoke.
"Even if they did defeat my roommate and capture you, and then found that you didn't have the Spear of Destiny, they would probably search your memories. And when they find out that you're my good buddy, they'll most likely take you hostage."
As he spoke, Constantine looked at Chandler, his eyes seemingly revealing a hint of sincerity, "This way, you'll actually be able to survive."
Chandler blinked, thought about it carefully, and felt that it seemed to be true.
"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
"It's alright, I forgive you, we're best buddies!" Constantine laughed, but he couldn't really guarantee that the group of mages wouldn't abandon the optimal solution and choose to kill the hostages directly.
Given Rune's actions, it's not impossible that those conservative mages would do the same.
"But that spear of fate, which sounds so powerful, is in their hands. Are they really alright?"
"It's alright, it's alright, there's a mage named Rune taking care of things up ahead, don't worry!"