The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 394 How do you talk to me?
"Don't waste any more time." Yang Le interrupted the complacent Constantine. "I've already paid, Constantine. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

"Yang Le..." Diana looked at Yang Le in front of her with a face full of guilt. When she learned that Constantine would help, Diana was indeed very happy, but at the same time, she immediately realized that Constantine was a guy who would not do anything without profit. If Yang Le wanted this guy to take action, he must have paid a considerable price.

"We are just friends. You don't have to give so much for me." Diana reached out and held Yang Le's arm, asking the latter to look at her.

"If friends are not worth it, I don't know what kind of person in your heart can be willing to sacrifice for you." Yang Le, a descendant of the Aesir, was straightforward, his eyes radiating aggressively on Diana's face.

Diana looked at the gaze as hot as the sun, and her heart, which was as hard as iron, was actually shaken a little. An emotion called shyness appeared in her heart again after thousands of years.

Diana is not a piece of shit. On the contrary, she had been in love when she was on Paradise Island. But in all her relationships so far, Diana has always been the dominant one. This is not only because of her personality, but also has something to do with her strength.

So the feeling she had today was something she had only experienced thousands of years ago when she first fell in love with the Amazon girl. After so long, she had almost forgotten this feeling.

(This worldview uses the setting that Paradise Island sends a new Wonder Woman out of the island every once in a while to promote great love, so there is no such thing as an air force landing on Paradise Island. Diana's love experience is limited to the Amazons before she left the island.)
Diana knew very well that she must have developed some feelings for Yang Le that went beyond her own feelings for her companions. In her opinion, Yang Le should be the same way. She wanted to make sure that the other party would not go to such lengths for her. However, Diana was not going to point it out. She calmed down. Regardless of whether that feeling was love or not, now was not a good opportunity to continue.

When everything is settled, maybe she will openly carry out this sister-brother relationship with a thousand-year age gap, but that is definitely not now.

Diana's eyes, which had gradually softened, became firm again. Before she could speak, Constantine beside her spoke first.

"Okay, Jack and Rose, don't heat up your love in my small room of more than ten square meters." Constantine waved his hand and drove the two away.

"You're standing in the very center of the room. I can't even draw a magic circle. Please make way."

Ignoring Constantine's teasing, Yang Le and the other man, looking calm, gave up the center of the room and stood in the corner, ready to watch Constantine show his power.

Seeing Wonder Woman coming over, Zatanna excitedly pulled her over and asked in a low voice: "I didn't realize that you two were in that kind of relationship?"

Diana knew what Zatanna was thinking when she saw her expression, which made her feel helpless. She said to the latter: "No, our relationship is not what you think."

Seeing Wonder Woman's refusal, Zatanna was about to ask a question when she was interrupted by Yang Le beside her.

"Shut up, Constantine is about to cast a spell. You're also a magician, so why don't you have any fear for magic?"

Zatanna's face fell. What Yang Le said reminded her of her father, a man who was raised in a traditional magical family. He was very serious and cautious about magic, and she was scolded a lot when she was learning.

Ignoring the resentful Zatanna, Yang Le refocused his attention on Constantine. The man took out a small wine flask from somewhere, opened the lid and tilted the flask slightly, and a sticky dark red liquid poured out.

As the liquid flowed out, Constantine began to draw circles around the room. In the blink of an eye, a red circle was drawn. He paused, and with the movement of Constantine's arm, a five-pointed star appeared within the circle. With the appearance of the five-pointed star, the magic circle took shape. Constantine swung the wine jug, and it smashed into the center of the magic circle, spilling the liquid inside. However, surprisingly, the liquid that flowed out later did not mix with the liquid that formed the magic circle.

The liquid that made up the magic circle solidified like wax that had been left for a while. Seeing this, Constantine stretched out his right hand, made a gesture, and then muttered something.

As Constantine chanted, the magic circle on the ground became brighter and brighter, and the dark red liquid in the center of the magic circle seemed to come alive, gradually spreading from a small pool to the entire magic circle, and then began to surge, as if there was a puddle in front of everyone.

Constantine stopped chanting, and bubbles began to emerge from the pool of red liquid, and finally a strangely shaped monster emerged from it.

The monster's upper body is dark red, and it has four arms, each of which is engraved with obscure symbols and words. His head does not have goat horns like traditional demons, but is surrounded by a circle of black mane. His lower body has a body like a beast, and he has a bony tail behind his butt.

All in all, it wasn't scary at all, and was far worse than the little ghosts Constantine had used for testing before. Zatanna, who was standing by, breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought that something scary would come out.

"I was wondering who was so stingy." The devil spoke, and his voice sounded like a throat burned by an iron, making people feel uncomfortable.

"Using materials for drawing summoning circles as sacrifices, you're quite the genius, Constantine! You've once again refreshed my understanding of humanity."

"Don't talk nonsense." Constantine pulled out a cigarette, looking extremely arrogant. "I used the blood of your mortal enemy. Just tell me if you like it or not. Don't act like you're unsatisfied."

The demon narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "You're in a hot temper today, but since bathing in the blood of my enemies makes me feel better than having sex, I won't bother with you."

Constantine seemed to have heard a funny joke. He lowered his head and laughed a few times. When the demon became curious, he slapped the demon directly in the face.

The devil had never expected Constantine to suddenly attack. Not only was he beaten, he was even stunned where he was, and it took him several seconds to react.

The blood under his feet was boiling, the demon's body began to grow larger, and its voice became different, as if hundreds of different creatures were speaking at the same time.

"I think you're tired of living, Constantine. I'm going to tear off your leopard skin and use it as a belt, and rip off your butt and use it as a vase!"

Constantine remained completely silent, still holding the unlit cigarette in his mouth, and raised his right hand that had hit the demon, and spoke nonchalantly.

"Look carefully, how are you talking to your father?"

(End of this chapter)