American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

The light and shadow of the turbulent spacetime flow rushed backwards around me.

Although the little red devil has lost most of its power, it still possesses a god-like talent for escaping.

It plunged into this chaotic ocean of the multiverse and vanished instantly.

Xiu En stopped in his tracks.

He floated in the void, surrounded by countless bubble-like parallel universes.

"hide and seek?"

Xiu En closed his eyes, no longer using his eyes to search for that red color, but instead letting his intuition guide him.

In an instant, Xiu En's consciousness crossed the dimensional barrier and directly connected to the universe in the direction where the nearest little devil had disappeared.

To be precise, it is the sun of that universe.

A thought entered the general consciousness of that star.

"Find me a bug. A red one, it smells really bad, it just scurried in."

The sun trembled.

Immediately afterwards, countless sunspots erupted, like eyes opening up, beginning a carpet-like heat scan throughout the entire galaxy.

Meanwhile, on this unknown parallel Earth...

In a house that looks somewhat dilapidated on the outskirts of London.

John Constantine, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stared with a troubled expression at the pile of debt collection notices from the lords of hell on the table.

"Damn it, did that old bastard Lucifer raise interest rates recently?"

He picked up the lighter, cursing, and was about to light a cigarette.

Suddenly, the flame from the lighter in his hand shot up three meters high, almost scorching his already messy blond hair.

It's not just about lighters.

The sunlight outside the window suddenly became extremely dazzling, and even with the curtains drawn, one could feel the heat as if it were scorching the house.

The defensive array of the mysterious house creaked.

"What the hell?"

Constantine jumped up. As a seasoned veteran in the dark magic world, he instantly detected the unusual scent in the air.

"Who is this deity passing through? Such a grand procession!"

A glint flashed in Constantine's eyes.

He quickly pulled a parchment from the pile of bills, bit his finger, and drew a simple communication circle on the still-burning table.

Since a big shot is passing by, and is even looking for something?

As a local tyrant, it would be a disservice to his reputation as a detective in hell if he didn't take the opportunity to make a quick buck.

"No matter who you are, you need a mentor."

Just as Xiu En was preparing to personally descend upon that universe to conduct a violent search, a faint magical signal suddenly came through his solar connection.

It's like a thief handing a business card to the police chief.

"Ahem... Hey, you glowing big shot up there, can you hear me?"

A somewhat cynical voice with a London accent echoed in Xiu En's mind.

"I sense you're looking for something dirty, and coincidentally, I'm the best cleaner in this area. John Constantine, at your service!"

Xiu En raised an eyebrow.

Constantine? That name sounds familiar; he seems to be quite famous in DC as well.

Is this a human?

Moreover, he was a human whose soul appeared to be riddled with holes, yet was exceptionally resilient.

Oh, I remember now.

"Do you know what that is?"

Hugh responded, his voice carrying through the sunlight, causing Constantine's mysterious house to tremble three more times.

"A little red mouse, right?"

Constantine looked at the red dot of light trembling in the shadow of a sunspot in the crystal ball and laughed like a fox that had just stolen some fish.

"It's quite good at hiding, using the corona's eruption to conceal its presence. But to professionals, it's as conspicuous as a louse on a bald man's head."

"Location."

Xiu En's words were concise and to the point.

"Hehe, that!"

Constantine rubbed his fingers together, making a gesture that is universally understood.

"As you know, spellcasting materials are quite expensive, and with the inflation rate in Hell these days..."

next second.

A golden beam of light pierced through the roof of the Mysterious House and landed on the magic circle in front of Constantine.

The beam of light dissipated.

There is only one coin.

A lucky gold coin.

The gold coin spun on the table, its pure golden light instantly banishing all the low-level evil spirits lurking in the dark corners of the room.

Constantine's eyes widened.

As someone who had made deals with demons for years, he immediately recognized the value of the gold coin.

The positive causal law and good luck contained within this, if handled well, would be enough for him to win back most of his debts at the hellish casino!

"Deal! What a generous offer!"

Constantine held the gold coin as if afraid it would fly away, and then quickly recited a series of coordinates.

"It's right there!"

The moment he obtained the coordinates, Xiu En's figure vanished into the void.

next moment.

Suddenly, a colossal hand composed of pure golden flames emerged from the surface of the sun in the universe, obscuring the sky.

The little devil, Sythos, who was hiding in the shadows and rejoicing that he had escaped death, hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when this giant hand grabbed him in its palm like it was catching a fly.

"squeak!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream.

Xiu En's true form emerged from the light, holding the little demon that was still struggling wildly in his hand.

"Run!"

Xiu En looked at the small object in his hand with a cold gaze.

"Why have you stopped running?"

The little devil discovered in despair that he was once again entangled in that familiar, damned chain of cause and effect.

Moreover, this time, Shuen put it directly into a transparent glass bottle engraved with runes.

"All done, that's it."

Xiu En shook the bottle in his hand, looked at the red lights bouncing around inside, and nodded in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, in the mysterious house below.

Constantine was hugging and kissing the gold coin when he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He turned around and saw that Xiu En had been standing in his living room at some point, looking with great interest at all the contraband of dark magic in his room.

"Is there anything else you need, sir?"

Constantine swallowed hard and instinctively stuffed the gold coins into his innermost pocket.

Xiu En didn't say anything, but casually took out a biscuit that an ordinary person could eat from his trench coat pocket and tossed it to the seemingly malnourished mage.

"Let's go, to my Gotham."

Xiu En pointed to the interdimensional passage behind him that was slowly opening.

"I have a feeling it's almost dinnertime over there. You look malnourished. Let's eat together. I need your help with something later."

At this time.

The door to the mystery house was smashed open, and Constantine instinctively shrank behind the sofa.

Wood chips flew everywhere and scattered.

One is two meters tall.

A demon wearing a human suit that is too tight and somewhat deformed.

A high-ranking demon with curled horns on its head walked in, stepping on the smoking floor.

Its leather shoes left a row of charred footprints on the wooden floor.

John Constantine.

The demon's voice echoed harshly, and the temperature in the air instantly rose.

He pulled a long, three-meter-long roll of burning parchment from his briefcase.

"The higher-ups are already very impatient with your overdue attitude. Hand over that half of your soul. With the interest calculated over these 103 months, I can take this moldy, dilapidated house and you to the trial table in the Court of Ashes today."

Constantine was about to pull out the gold coin he had just received to quell this misfortune.

However, before he could even open his mouth to speak...

Xiu En stopped in his tracks as he was about to walk into the void passage and turned around to look at the strange visitor who had suddenly intruded.

The other party had a strong, pungent smell of black sulfur.

"I was wondering what was missing from your house; it turns out it was a pepper dipping sauce to go with your rice."

Xiu En's tone was flat.

The demon of hell heard the sound, and its bright red pupils turned to look at the strange, glowing man in the black trench coat.

"Human, this is none of your business. If you don't want your body to bleed on the roasting rack, get out."

Xiu En sighed.

He raised his right hand and spread his five fingers towards the demon a few steps away.

A mesmerizing, dazzling starry sky pattern subtly emerges from the black cuffs of the trench coat.

At the same time, a blinding golden light, too dazzling to look at directly, condensed in Xiu En's palm.

"That's why I hate darkness, I hate demons. Your spice overpowers your abilities."

In just a moment.

The demon's threatening expression didn't even have time to change before it started to shift.

The immense pulling force and the heat wave that scorched all dark creatures splattered directly onto the other party's face.

The body, over two meters tall, was rapidly compressed and curled up by the intense light amidst a piercing, shrill scream.

Its resistance and magic were stripped away by the Golden Crow's primordial true fire, leaving not even a fingernail behind.

Just three seconds later, the arrogant high-ranking demon was compressed into the size of a meatball.

Xiu En slightly bent his wrist back, and the demon dumpling fell into the pocket of his robe.

The burning parchment, which was originally meant to have the collection terms read aloud, fell silently to the ground and turned into ordinary ash.

Constantine remained huddled behind the sofa.

He had his hands around his mouth, still holding a cigarette, but the cigarette had been so shocked by what had just happened that it fell onto his pants and burned a hole.

It was in the other pocket of Shuen's robe.

The glass bottle containing the miniature consciousness of Sithon emitted a faint muffled sound.

The ancient divine consciousness inside the bottle watched as Xiu En casually molded a powerful demon of the same origin into a ball, and then completely calmed down, ceasing its collisions with the bottle wall and feigning death.

"Well……"

Constantine swallowed, stood up, and stomped out the sparks on his pants as quickly as possible.

"A flawless and wasteless cleaning operation. Your resourcefulness in utilizing such trash is truly remarkable and aesthetically pleasing. I've been wanting to get rid of that stinking bastard for a long time."

This guy simply changed the title to an honorific.

Shuen looked at Constantine again.

"If you feel you have no other work to do, step inside before this portal closes."

Xiu En pointed to the gap in the boundary of light that was constantly rotating, swirling and surging in mid-air.

"In the past, you would encounter cooks who made small snacks in those places."

Constantine bent down solicitously, pulled open the hem of his long trench coat, and sprinted away at a trot.

"It would be my greatest honor! I would be extremely fortunate if you could provide even the slightest protection in the future."

The human and the god stepped into the light path that surged toward Gotham one after the other, and the door of the Mysterious House slammed shut with a bang as the air currents created by their departure swept away.