Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Om"

The space was shaking, and soon, a guy in a long black trench coat and a messy hair walked out of the space with a cigarette in his hand. He looked at this fully restored city with a melancholic look. He sniffed and disdain Lipped his lips, and then went on.

It's a happy thing to return everything to normal, especially after escaping from **** after nine deaths, this event is more worthy of celebration.

But for Constantine, all of this is just a repugnant reincarnation. As a bad boy with a bad relationship with others, he instinctively hates all this, especially after having a lot of shackles on his body. The living world is more hated.

But we all know that simple hatred cannot change anything.

"boom"

The door of the long-dusted room was pushed open, bringing a heavy dust. After the light into the room became dimmed, Constantine walked in. He closed the door and immersed himself in the darkness. Waving, all the dust was rolled up by a force and thrown into the trash.

He carefully took something out of his arms and put it on the table in front of him. He pulled open his shirt, and the shiny soul stone that exposed his chest penetrated into his heart, shining in the darkness. With a light yellow light, accompanied by the beating of the light, an inexplicable force escaped in this room. Soon, the soul stone he placed on the table was unsealed. 7 points of similar tall beauty appeared in the darkness.

She has long blond hair and is wearing a blood-stained home dress. The expression on her face is dazed, like a puppet who can't move.

Constantine looked at her, and there was an obsession in his eyes. He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and wiped it on the face of this soul. The tentacles were cold, he muttered to himself,

"It's all for you, my Cheryl...don't worry, soon, soon we can really meet."

After 2 hours, Constantine rubbed his hands nervously, looking at the horizontal coffin in front of him, in which was lying a woman exactly like Cheryl, wearing a white skirt, for a person who could walk freely in this world and **** For the guys in it, it is not difficult to get this taboo method of resurrection, and for the current Constantine, there is nothing he cannot afford.

All tribulation, all efforts, all waiting are for this moment.

"Well..."

In Constantine's anxious gaze, the woman opened her eyes dizzy in front of her. She stretched her hand and rubbed her forehead, and climbed out of the coffin with difficulty. Then she saw tears standing in front of her eyes. Constantine can see that her thinking is still a bit chaotic. She looks at Constantine and feels that her brother seems to be a little different, but if you look closely, it seems to be exactly the same as before.

"Okay, John, you are all grown up, don't be like a child."

She gently reached out and wanted to help her brother wipe the tears, but at the next moment, she was held by Constantine in her arms. She was stunned, but she felt the kind of attachment of her brother, which made her With a bitter smile, he reached out and patted Constantine's back. "Okay, okay, stop it, Jimma, and Hamilton... wait, I remembered something..."

Her expression became panicked. Sudden memories poured into her head, making her hug her head in pain. Constantine hurriedly hugged her up and put it on the sofa, using the power of her soul, Helping Cheryl restore her memory and looking at those painful eyes, Constantine subconsciously made up a lie to make her feel comfortable, but the next moment, he remembered the terrible consequences of the last lie, so he Gritted his teeth,

"Okay, let me tell you, my sister..."

Constantine didn’t hide anymore, and told all the bad things that happened to her sister, including how she was killed by her mad husband, how she fell into hell, how Constantine fooled her, and how she was exposed, Let Cheryl's soul completely degenerate until he rescued her again, and what is happening now.

"I am dead?"

Cheryl touched her arm, "Am I really dead? But what's going on?"

"I resurrected you... Cheryl."

Constantine sat opposite her, he had never been so gentle, "Just be the memory of the past, now you have nothing to do with the past..."

As a cheater, Constantine only moved a little bit when resurrecting her sister, deliberately making Cheryl’s feelings for Hamilton, that is, her ex-husband, very thin. This kind of hands and feet must be done. Because a weak soul cannot bear so much memory, Constantine just does it.

He was really reluctant to lose his sister. There was such a reason. Sheryl quickly accepted this set of facts. She had no feeling about the suicide of her ex-husband, but she was very serious about her daughter. Heartache, she grabbed Constantine's hand and looked at him earnestly,

"My brother, you will help me find Jimma, right?"

Constantine nodded, "I will find her, I owe that child too much...I swear!"

After realizing that the warmth in his hand was the gentle hand of his sister, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became a little ambiguous, and Cheryl subconsciously withdrew his hand, but Constantine caught him in his hand. She stood up and walked to Sheryl's side, squatted down, staring straight at her sister's dodge gaze, and kissed firmly and tenderly.

"Don't do that...John, we are..."

"We are dead, my Cheryl, mortal rules can't control us...you know, I've been expecting it...for too long, too long."

After 20 minutes, the refreshing Constantine was wearing pajamas, smoking a cigarette, and humming out of the bedroom, still a dark room, but for him and Cheryl, the darkness was no longer It’s a problem, but just as he took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, a red flame that lit a cigarette lit up on the sofa behind him, the sound of a metal lighter opening and closing, and a low voice that Constantine would never forget 'S voice suddenly sounded in this darkness.

"Good interest, my old friend, Constantine..."

The bottle in Constantine's hand crashed down, smashed to the ground and shattered into a glass. The crisp sound made Sheryl unable to ask.

"John, what happened?"

"Don't come out! Sheryl! Run!"

Constantine waved his left hand, and a silver cross appeared in his hand. He flew like a tiger to the figure in the sofa, but at the next moment, Cheryl's frightened screaming stopped Constantine's figure. In situ, the room lights turned on at this moment, and he saw Cyber, leaning on the sofa, squinting and smoking a cigarette. Facing his attack, Cyber ​​did not even see it.

On the other side, the proud little girl Catherine directed her servant demons to press Cheryl, who was only wearing "simple" clothes, out of the bedroom. It was a female angel that Cyber ​​chose for Catherine. It was a birthday gift. It was given to her, so that the little girl was in the limelight in her circle of friends, she was obviously very happy, and behind her, she was wearing a black and white maid costume, carrying a cane in her hand, and an indifferent plaice, Um... that was the name of the past, now we can call her Ms. Dorothy.

Cyber ​​turned his head to look at the frightened Cheryl, her gaze stopped on her body, before turning back to Constantine with an ambiguous look,

"This girl is in good shape, you are blessed."

Faced with this kind of ridicule between friends, Constantine threw away the cross in his face with ugliness and said, begging,

"Don't hurt her, I'm at your disposal! Cyber...you never hurt a woman, I know!"

"So in your eyes, I am a good old man who can be bullied, cheated, and exploited at will?"

Cyber ​​shrugged. "It's a shame, John. I thought we were friends. By the way, why is your face so ugly? Are you sick?"

Constantine grabbed his hair. He seemed to think of no other way. He looked at the frightened Cheryl. He took a deep breath and knelt in front of Cyber. He saw this action. , Cyber's expression chilled,

"Um? What does that mean? I take you as a friend, John... are you... mocking me?"

He snorted, Zha Kang jumped up like a spring, stood very awkwardly, with a difficult expression on his face, said very obediently,

"I will give you whatever you want... Cyber, please, really! Don't hurt her!"

"This is what you said!"

Cyber ​​nodded with satisfaction, and snapped his fingers,

"Girl, leave here with Ms. Sheryl. It seems that there is one less biology teacher in Riad Nailuo Middle School in Gotham. I don't think Ms. Sheryl will refuse."

He slowly waved his hand, and the golden hunting demon rifle reached Constantine’s head. He looked at Cheryl and asked kindly.

"Right? Ms. Sheryl?"

"I'm going! I'm going!"

Where did Cheryl see this way of "persuasion"? She nodded hurriedly and looked at Constantine with a worried face, while our John had a pain in his face. There was no way to face a person like Cyber. The truth is never useful.

Five minutes later, Cheryl, dressed in a new dress, left the house under the **** of Catherine. Her worried eyes made Constantine slashed, but in the face of the increasingly terrible Cyber, Zaccon did not A hint of confrontation.

The one in front of him, but the one who killed the **** lord in person... is simply not a plane person with him.

Cyber ​​reached out and gave Constantine a cigar. He walked over and opened the window to let the night wind blow his hair. Cyber ​​breathed comfortably and whispered,

"2 things...5 days later, Central City, the last place, arrived on time and brought the summoning materials."

"Well, no problem, I must arrive on time!"

Constantine's head shook up and down like a rattle, "What about the second thing?"

Cyber ​​glanced at him,

"Help me find something, I will give you specific information in 5 days... Speaking of which, I would like to know one thing, John, as a person who had no scruples and no weaknesses, just gave himself out How do you feel about a bond and weakness? Come on, let’s share."

Constantine hesitated, and after realizing that Cyber ​​was really not too angry, he also had a wry smile on his face,

"How to say? I know that after Cheryl is reborn, it will definitely cause me a lot of trouble, but..."

He touched his heart that was no longer beating, with a gentle expression on his face that had never been seen before, "But she made me stronger and gave me the courage to face the things I used to escape... She is indeed my weakness, my bondage, but... she is also the source of my courage, the person I try my best to protect, and she has not made me weaker."

John Constantine took a deep breath. He looked directly at Cyber, without fear in his eyes.

"She made me stronger."

"Very good! Very good, this is wonderful."

Cyber ​​rubbed his nose. "My cruel villain is almost moved to cry... I say, man..."

He patted Constantine on the shoulder, and said in his ear with a playful look,

"Then continue to be strong, and don't forget...your weakness, your fetters, now in my hands... work for me, I won't lock you with a chain anymore, John... . I just need to lock Cheryl."

"Sometimes, you really have to show no concern, there seems to be nothing to be valued and paid attention to...maybe it will hurt your loved one, make her misunderstand you, and alienate you, but believe me, This is protecting her..."

"The farther away from you, the safer she is..."

"So, I'm leaving now, good luck... **** detective."