American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

"Come forth, demon!"

Well, this is a random high-level summoning circle that Constantine stole from a cult priest. Compared to normal summoning spells, the summoning conditions for this thing are very simple.

If we compare the territories managed by those demon lords to a prize pool, then summoning demons is like winning the lottery.

Each division of the original sin power can be considered a limited prize pool, but the limited summoning arrays for those few demon lords who are summoned in a targeted manner are completely useless.

In particular, those demons who were "friendly" with Constantine have not responded since.

Therefore, the only option is to use an unknown summoning circle to forcibly pull out a demon.

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Within the blazing array, a succubus woman covered entirely in chili peppers emerged from it.

She recognized who had summoned her at a glance: "Hmm? You're Constantine. Ugh, what a waste of my time."

Constantine was taken aback. He actually knew him?

Then, he said with surprise:

"Yes, that's right, baby, it's me!"

Oh ho ho, I didn't expect succubi to still exist? I thought the treasures of hell were about to disappear.

"But aren't you succubi supposed to wear revealing outfits? How come you... have chili peppers growing on you?"

The succubus, covered in chili peppers, curled her lip in disdain: "You're the most deceitful magician on earth, selfish, stingy, and a master of deception."

Is there anything I can help you with? If not, I'm leaving!

Constantine immediately pulled three empty bottles from his trench coat pocket, inside which six dark, ghostly souls roared.

"Wait, wait! I want to ask a question. If your answer satisfies me, I'll give you all of this."

The succubus stopped, her expression of disgust vanishing. She smiled and replied, "Alright, I'll draw up a contract: one question, one soul."

"No! I'll draw up a contract. I also understand the language of demons. I've already written the contract. Take a look."

Constantine took out the parchment contract he had prepared beforehand and threw the scroll toward the succubus.

The succubus's magic caught the scroll, and with a wave of her hand, the scroll opened automatically.

After carefully reading the contents of the contract, the succubus thought it was quite normal, so she signed her name at the bottom of the contract: Kalis.

The scroll started to burn, and suddenly a sticker fell from the burning scroll.

The succubus Kalis's forehead veins bulged.

That sticker, it's the curve above the number 6. If you remove that curve, all that's left is 0.

"Fuck you, you dare to play me!"

"Hey, don't be so irritable!" Constantine grinned and tossed a bottle over.

The succubus Kalis took the bottle, looked at the two tormented and twisted souls inside, and raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean by this?"

Constantine's free left hand was tucked into his trench coat pocket, where he already held a magical artifact capable of instantly suppressing high-ranking demons.

"I never trust you demons; it's better for me to have the initiative in the contract."

"Hehe, since you signed the contract, you'll definitely answer the questions, and I'll give you my soul based on your answers. You won't lose out, will you?"

It's no wonder the succubus lost out. She originally thought she would get six souls, but the number on the contract turned into zero. Not only did she lose out, but she also had to give out information.

Constantine wasn't stupid; he knew the information was a mix of truth and falsehood. Now the initiative was in his hands. He could use a carrot and stick approach combined with some deception to trick people into revealing all the true information, which would be a win-win situation for him!

Although his mental calculator was practically burning with frustration, Constantine still managed a sunny smile.

His charm, comparable to that of a succubus, completely captivated the female succubus opposite him.

The succubus, Kalis, frowned, then thought for a moment: 'Well, as long as there's something to gain, this trip won't have been in vain.'

"Go ahead and ask!"

Constantine began recounting his recent experiences: "During my exorcisms these past few days, I've discovered a new kind of... unfamiliar demon. I'd like to ask, is it possible that one of the lords of Hell has encountered a problem?"

The succubus Kalis said, "The Lords of Hell have been reshuffled, and the old generation of demons have been almost wiped out by the new demon lords."

Constantine mused, 'I see. A new demon lord has risen; no wonder those monsters that look like sentient food have appeared.'

"Oh, don't worry about me, you can continue."

The succubus Kalis continued, "The new demons do not belong to the Seven Deadly Sins; they have a new name: Gourmet Demons."

"Gourmet Demon?"

Constantine's lips twitched involuntarily.

He recalled the bad things that had happened a few days ago: the image of that demon that looked like a bursting beef ball, spewing pepper spray from its split mouth—it was still fresh in his mind.

Although Constantine skillfully dodged the demon's attack, the pepper spray spilled on the ground.

"hiss--"

A terrifyingly spicy smell spread throughout the room; the spiciness was so intense it felt almost poisonous.

You call this kind of thing a gourmet demon? Uh, maybe only demons would find it delicious!

Constantine continued, "Anything else?"

"I have already answered two questions. What about the soul you need to give up?"

Constantine simply reneged on his promise:

"That's all? Shit, that's not enough! I need to say something more important. I already know everything you just said, so it doesn't count!"

The succubus Kalis curled her lip in disdain. She knew it; this notorious bastard in Hell was definitely trying to get information for free again.

"Then summon again! I'm going back."

Constantine was shocked. Was this reasonable? Was this still a demon from hell? She actually said she wanted to go back?

"Hey? Hey! Don't you want to listen to what you're saying? What's wrong with demons these days?"

This is the human realm! You shouldn't have broken free of my formation and gone to wreak havoc on the human world!

Constantine cursed inwardly, 'Shit! I set up such a high-level attack array outside the summoning circle; wouldn't it be a waste if she didn't come out?!'

The succubus Kalis was pleased with Constantine's vulnerable expression. She raised her head slightly and said haughtily, "Hell is very comfortable now, no worse than the human world! Don't summon things recklessly."

She used her magic to activate the array and teleported herself back.

Constantine fell silent as he gazed at the now-extinguished flame array.

His heart was pounding like a cat's tickle; he desperately wanted to know what was happening in hell right now.

Thinking about it, should I just open the Gate to Hell right inside the Mysterious House?

However, Constantine chickened out again. Just a month ago, he had tricked the newly fallen, and now going to Hell would be like handing a gift to their paradise.

"Never mind, this should still work, right?"

Although the open space is burned black, as long as the array is drawn properly, it should be possible to continue summoning.

I drew the magic circle again, following the original pattern, hoping to summon a dumber one this time.

"Minister of the unknown lord of hell, I summon you here, demonic food of hell. Respond to me."

"Come forth, you culinary demon!"

Amidst the rising flames, the formation glowed red, and a giant, well-done tomahawk steak, emitting a charred aroma, appeared on the formation.

Constantine: "...A generous gift crab, what the hell is that?"

The tomahawk steak opened its eyes and mouth and said, "Give me your delicious food, or I'll eat you!"

Constantine paused, his hand reaching for the bottle. What? Delicious food? Could it be that the new demon lord doesn't like the souls of the most heinous criminals?

After thinking carefully about all the edible things on my body, it seems that apart from chewing gum, there's nothing else.

Constantine pulled a box of chewing gum from his pocket, opened it, and tossed it forward.

The pieces of chewing gum, under the other party's magical control, flew into the tomahawk steak's mouth.

"It's delicious, I want more!"

Constantine's tense expression immediately relaxed; it seemed he had made the right bet.

So, to deal with these food demons, all you need is delicious food! It's much better than dealing with those damned souls.

He said with a warm smile:

"Yes, yes, if you can tell me what you know, I'll give you candy!"

"What news?"

"What's the name of the new demon lord? What's the name of his territory? How big is it?"

"All I know is that our boss's name is Garfield! As for what his territory is called or how big it is, I have absolutely no idea!"

Tomahawk Steak is a mid-level demon, and not very smart at that. He's been living on the rock griddle in Hell's Kitchen ever since he came out, and has never ventured far from home.

Constantine heard the keyword: Garfield.

Although he didn't know the full name, as long as he had a title and a code name, he was confident he could summon the other party's clone here.

As far as he knew, the avatars of the Hell Lords were usually suppressed to the level of high-ranking demons by the rules of the human world. The formation he had originally set up should be able to drive out the high-ranking demons.

Where is my candy?

While the tomahawk steak was still asking questions idiots, Constantine pulled out the cross necklace in his hand and slammed it to the ground without hesitation.

Divine power resonated on the ground, instantly banishing the tomahawk steak back to hell.

"Fool, go back to hell and eat!"

To put it more vividly, opening a teleportation array is like opening a door and walking in, while expelling someone is like kicking them back. Whether they can return alive or be killed by that kick is not within Constantine's consideration.

Next comes the most risky attempt: to lure this new demon lord up!

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hell.

Garfield and Tian Xiaoban develop the ecosystem in their territory.

Many demons with normal appearances have been born here; at least they no longer look like vegetables or steaks, but have taken on human form.