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Chapter 357 Karl is Batman

Under the threat of a hefty fine, Constantine had no choice but to stub out his cigarette, casually tucking the remaining half behind his ear.

"This phenomenon is very abnormal."

Constantine steered the conversation back on track, continuing, "According to the rules, those damned demons usually only possess humans or infiltrate cursed objects to cause trouble, but recently there have been several cases of demons directly descending to earth."

In the DC Universe, Heaven and Hell are not legends, but real entities.

Many years ago, God and Satan made a bet.

The gambling table represents the human world, and the stakes are human souls. Let's see which side can gain more souls to belong to.

However, neither side can directly interfere in human affairs; they can only exert influence indirectly, leaving the final choice for humanity to choose between good and evil.

Those who do good go to heaven after death, while those who do evil go to hell.

Therefore, both Heaven and Hell are using their own methods to guide humanity in order to meet their KPIs.

The devil tempts people to fall, while the church exhorts people to do good.

This battle for souls has lasted for countless years, but it has always been a minor skirmish, with very few angels or demons actually setting foot on Earth.

Now, this balance that has lasted for many years has been broken.

The demons descending directly to Earth is undoubtedly a blatant violation of the pact between Heaven and Hell.

"Dude, things are getting more and more chaotic over there. My gut feeling tells me there's definitely a big conspiracy going on."

Although Constantine said this, his face betrayed his undisguised excitement.

Du Mu raised an eyebrow: "Are you hoping something bad will happen?"

"Of course...no."

Constantine abruptly changed his tune halfway through his sentence, quickly switching to a worried expression: "I am a kind-hearted person, and I can't stand seeing people suffer. I'm just worried that disaster will strike and cause widespread devastation."

"Do you even believe what you're saying?"

Du Mu curled his lip, completely unmoved by Constantine's rhetoric.

Doesn't he know Constantine?

He talks a lot of nonsense, but deep down he's a selfish and self-serving guy, at least for now.

Despite Constantine's constant exorcisms, he is essentially only doing it for his own benefit.

Constantine attempted suicide once when he was young. According to the ironclad law of Heaven, those who commit suicide are not allowed to enter Heaven, just like how tattoos prevent one from taking the civil service exam.

Therefore, Constantine only had one path before him: to go to hell after death.

But that suicide attempt gave him a brief experience of hellish conditions; that place was simply not fit for human habitation.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that statement.

In short, after witnessing the horrors of hell, Constantine went mad with the desire to go to heaven.

So he became an exorcist, slaying demons and monsters everywhere, just to accumulate merit and exchange it for a ticket to heaven.

He resorted to any means necessary to achieve this, and over the years he has tricked countless demons. He is almost entirely filled with his enemies in Hell. Even Satan has taken a keen interest in him, saying that Hell is in dire need of such talent and that he will personally come to collect his soul after he dies.

Constantine panicked even more.

Over the years, he has worked tirelessly for heaven, just to squeeze through its gates.

But Heaven always refused to let him in. The angels despised him for his scumbag nature and wished they could hang a sign outside that read, "Constantine and the devil are not allowed to enter."

He's probably the only one in the entire DC universe who can be so universally hated.

"Believe me."

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Constantine nodded decisively and said righteously, "Protecting humanity is the sacred duty of us exorcists. How can we sit idly by and let demons wreak havoc on the world?"

Du Mu looked surprised: "I never imagined that beneath your scumbag exterior, you would harbor such a great awareness."

Constantine:

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Are you praising me or insulting me?

Constantine didn't take it to heart and went along with it, saying, "So I intend to thoroughly investigate this matter, but unfortunately my forces are weak, and I need some like-minded helpers. Du Mu, would you be willing to investigate with me?"

Du Mu smiled and nodded: "I'm unwilling."

Constantine:

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Constantine immediately became anxious: "Mu, you are a priest, are you just going to stand by and watch the devil wreak havoc on humanity?"

Du Mu frowned and said, "I really can't bear to watch."

"Then come with me..."

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"So I choose to close my eyes."

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Constantine's lips twitched.

Is this guy really a priest?

He seems even less responsible than him; this church is probably doomed.

Constantine grew anxious as he watched Du Mu remain unmoved by reason.

In fact, his time is running out.

From the age of fifteen, he developed a habit of smoking at least thirty cigarettes a day, smoking more than 200,000 cigarettes in total, successfully causing himself to develop late-stage lung cancer.

Constantine still remembers being terrified the day he learned of the diagnosis, and lighting a cigarette to calm himself down.

Not long ago, he went to see a doctor again. The doctor didn't say much, just told him to eat whatever he wanted and play whatever he wanted for the next two months, and that he didn't need to quit smoking.

Constantine was not happy at all; instead, his face turned ashen.

The doctor's words were tantamount to a death sentence for him.

He now has only two months left, and he must find a way to heaven during this time, otherwise he will have no choice but to go to hell and face those old acquaintances who are eyeing him covetously.

Constantine sees this incident as an opportunity.

If I can help Heaven deal with those demons, maybe God will look at me with more respect and grant me special permission to go ashore.

But going it alone wasn't his style, and the incident was too big for him; he needed a strong ally.

Du Mu was the best candidate he had his eye on.

But Du Mu remained unmoved.

Constantine's tricks weren't even recognized by the game system, so the quest couldn't be triggered. Why would they bother with this guy and just focus on their own game?

At this moment, he is challenging the final boss.

This game is a classic hardcore roguelike game where each character has only one life, and if you die, you have to start all over again.

Even though Du Mu's hand speed and reflexes far surpassed those of ordinary people, it still took him a full hour to get to this point, which shows how difficult it was.

Of course, Du Mu's goal was not to pass the test, but to set a world record for the time taken to pass it.

With his almost cheat-like skills, he was several minutes ahead of the world's number one player in the game, and was just a little short of completing the game.

"A mere world record? I took it with a snap."

Du Mu smiled dismissively and immediately opened a bottle of champagne at halftime.

Snapped!

Just as the game character was about to unleash the final blow to kill the big boss, all the lights in the basement suddenly went out.

The television screen in front of me went dark.

Du Mu: =o—)

Holy crap!

Constantine asked in confusion, "What happened? Did the power trip?"

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—

Suddenly, the television screen lit up again.

The black and white snowflake noise fills the entire screen, looking very eerie. Combined with the dim environment, it's practically the standard opening of a horror movie.

Neither of them panicked.

One is a fake priest, the other a detective from hell. If any demons or monsters dare to show their faces, they will definitely let them know what it means to trespass into the heavenly realm.

Unfortunately, the expected supernatural scene did not appear.

There was no well on the TV screen, but then a disheveled woman in white emerged from it, staring at them with her large, bright eyes.

After a period of violent shaking of the snow-like noise, a line of text appeared on the screen.

"You...are not...a...person..."

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"You are not...a...person..."

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These words appear in different languages, but they all mean the same thing.

Accompanying this is a muffled male voice repeating the same sentence in various languages, perfectly interpreting the essence of humanity.

Constantine frowned. "You're not alone? What do you mean by that?"

Du Mu pondered for two seconds: "They're probably cursing."

Constantine:

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The next moment, the repeated sentences on the screen stopped abruptly.

A blurry human figure appeared in the image, but the pixelation was so poor that even the facial features were blurred into a mosaic, making it impossible to see any details.

The other party's network quality is extremely poor during the current video call.

"I am General Zod. I come from a distant planet and have traveled across the stars to reach Earth."

"For some time now, your planet has been hiding one of our people, and I demand that you return him to us immediately."

"For some reason, he chose to hide his identity from you. He must be trying to blend in with you. He will look like you, but he doesn't belong to you."

"The fate of your planet is now in your hands, those who may know his current whereabouts."

"Karl El, listen up, surrender within 24 hours, or the world will pay for it."

After saying the last sentence, the image froze on the blurry human figure, and then the screen went black.

After a brief silence, the fluorescent light tubes overhead flickered twice before turning on again, as if the scene just now was merely an illusion.

Constantine stood there, his mouth slightly agape, unable to recover for a long time.

He took the half-smoked cigarette off his ear, rummaged through his fingers twice, and finally regained his ability to speak.

"Could this be some bored hacker playing a new prank?"

"Obviously not."

Du Mu had already taken out his phone and casually opened a forum, which was full of discussions about the declaration made by the man who called himself General Zod.

It has been discovered that just a moment ago, all the world's communication signals were simultaneously hijacked.

No matter how remote the location, as long as there is an electronic device capable of transmitting image information, the scene from before can be viewed.

Let alone hackers, no country on Earth can do this.

Clearly, General Zod was indeed an alien.

Constantine exclaimed in shock, "Is this even real? How come aliens are popping up everywhere now?!"

Du Mu smirked: "What are you so surprised about? There are angels and demons in this world, so what if an alien appears?"

"Too."

Constantine thought it made sense, and returned to his dejected state, frowning as he said, "However, that alien seemed very unfriendly, threatening the entire world right off the bat. Such a person is either crazy or truly capable."

Du Mu casually said, "No need to guess, it must be the latter, after all, they are Kryptonians."

The moment General Zod appeared, he knew who he was.

Kryptonians!

They're not like Tony and Bruce who spend money on in-game purchases; they're true Kryptonians, one of the most overpowered races in the entire universe.

The Kryptonians are a highly advanced civilization, with their technology far ahead of the rest of the universe.

But their true strength lies not in their intelligence, but in their physical prowess.

By absorbing sunlight, Kryptonians can grow infinitely stronger and evolve different abilities.

The most representative character among them is undoubtedly Superman.

The Kal'el that General Zod mentioned was none other than Superman's name on Krypton.

Constantine asked in surprise, "What are Kryptonians?"

Du Mu explained, "They are an alien race from Krypton. They have bodies of steel, strong enough to ignore almost all human firearms, and their strength starts at at least a thousand tons. In addition, they can fly, their eyes can emit heat vision, and they can exhale freezing breath, etc. They are basically walking nuclear weapons."

Constantine's mouth dropped open: "Is this some kind of exaggeration?"

Du Mu added, "I am describing it by the worst possible standard; the reality is probably several times, dozens of times, or even hundreds of times better than I have described."

Constantine wasn't frightened at all; instead, his eyes lit up: "This Kryptonian sounds like a great friend."

Du Mu's lips twitched.

This guy is really persistent, even trying to scam Kryptonians. Isn't he afraid of getting punched into an anime world by a Kryptonian?

General Zod's global declaration spread like wildfire across the world.

Within just half an hour, it topped the trending search lists in all countries, completely overshadowing all previous entertainment news and international events.

After all, this isn't a science fiction movie trailer; it's a real alien threat.

Governments around the world immediately activated the highest level of emergency response, and all departments entered a 24-hour state of readiness.

With only one purpose: to find the Karel that General Zod mentioned.

General Zod only mentioned a name, which was too little information to know where to begin.

The internet was also in an uproar.

Netizens around the world turned into Sherlock Holmes, frantically speculating about Karl El's true identity.

Most people believe that aliens must be different from ordinary people, either having a peculiar appearance or possessing superhuman abilities.

As a result, all sorts of outrageous nominations emerged one after another.

For example, the President of the United States, a certain NBA superstar, a certain scientist in a wheelchair...

Of all the nominees, Gotham City's stance was the most unified, with them all posting Batman's picture in perfect unison.

They've long believed that Batman isn't human.

What human would imitate a bat, appearing at night, flying through the air, defeating a killer crocodile with their bare hands, and pulling out all sorts of unscientific high-tech gadgets...?

The most outrageous thing is that every time Batman falls down, he can stand up again by shouting "I love Batman!" It's really not an act at all.

The more they talked, the more certain they became of their conjecture, and they all demanded that the Gotham government hand over Batman to save the world.

Bruce Wayne:

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As Batman, he naturally paid close attention to such a major event as General Zod immediately.

He had only intended to find some clues, but when he saw the Gotham criminals handing him over, his face darkened.

Bruce silently memorized these people's IP addresses, and after this incident ended, he contacted them one by one offline.