I'm Really an Alchemist

The man just nodded, and a golden barrier floated in front of him, engraved with the bullet, and its huge kinetic energy was easily absorbed.

"Huh."

Constantine's tense muscles relaxed again, and he leaned lazily on the sofa, looking at the man in front of him.

Golden light emanated from the man's body, and the light beams were concentrated, forming a phantom.

It was a phantom of a man wearing a golden helmet, a golden blue tights, and a golden cloak. The moment the phantom appeared, the parasitic Irish man fell unconscious.

"Doctor Fate."

Constantine called out the title of phantom, "I thought it was another enemy who came to seek revenge from me, but I didn't expect it to be the famous Doctor."

The phantom of Dr. Destiny seems real.

"Konstantin, I can't see you in real body, I can only mind control an ordinary person to find you, I, no, the earth, the whole multiverse needs your help!"

"Don't just say this kind of troublesome thing." Constantine said, "I'm just an ordinary demon hunter. How can I save the multiverse?"

"The wall of origin is broken, and the existence from the outer world has invaded the multiverse." The phantom of Doctor Fate flickered like an antenna TV, and his voice also hurried: "The Tower of Destiny has been discovered, Constantine, the source of magic being edited-"

"stop!"

The demon hunter stubbed out the lit cigarette, and said to the phantom, "I don't want to be involved in this troublesome incident, why did you come to me, can't you go to other heroes?"

"Shazam is missing."

Dr. Fate said in a deep voice: "There is a higher-ranking foreign force that is eroding the magic world of the multiverse, and none of us will be spared."

The witcher shrugged.

"My ability to escape is pretty good. Since there is an existence that even Shazam can't deal with, don't come to me, a poor, helpless and poor little wizard. Bye, please help me pay the bill here."

As he spoke, Constantine waved his back to the silent Doctor Fate, and disappeared into the rainstorm with the flash of thunder in the sky.

"No one is spared, this is your fate."

Dr. Destiny noticed that the Tower of Destiny outside of time and space was completely breached, and before his figure disappeared, he left this sentence.

The time in the bar flowed again, but there was one more comatose man and one less cynical witcher.

It was pouring rain.

The sky and the earth are pitch black, and the viaduct crawls like a giant in the darkness, carrying a hazy ribbon, which is the halo brewed by the spotlights of the cars.

Constantine walked down the street with an umbrella, and the words of Dr. Fate came to mind.

He shook his head, pushing his thoughts away.

"I don't want to get involved in such a weird big event!"

Saying so, the witcher turned a corner and walked into a dark alley.

He stopped at the entrance of the alley, and the stagnant water flowed down the alley, and the bean-sized raindrops splashed countless ripples on the water.

Constantine's ears moved, and from the rainstorm's sonata, he heard an abnormal whimpering sound, as well as a bloody smell that was fainted by water vapor-this bloody smell carried a familiar feeling.

The feeling of hell.

"This is really—" The demon hunter was extremely speechless, and walked into the alley.

He lit a cigarette, and the umbrella moved forward, puffing out smoke.

The life in the alley noticed the footsteps, and walked out slowly, slowly, silently showing a ferocious smile, and under the cover of the sound of rain, let out a sharp laugh, there was a rumbling thunder, and the lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the dark.

It was a red-skinned, sharp-eared, particularly ferocious demon that jumped at the demon hunter.

then,

The attacked witcher's windbreaker turned over, and the silver-white hand cannon touched the demon's chin. The demon hunter held the demon with one hand and pressed it against the wall, and the cigarette in his palm scorched its cheek.

"Tell me, who summoned you?"

The witcher smiled kindly, so menacingly.

Under the threat of the demon hunter, the poor, helpless and hungry demon explained everything in detail. It was not summoned to reality, but escaped from hell.

Escaping is not the wrong word.

"An unimaginable existence came to hell. He fought with Lucifer, the lord of hell. A fire burned the whole hell. Countless souls disappeared and countless demons died."

The demon replied tremblingly: "The portals between hell and the human world were destroyed in the war, and the only remaining demons were able to escape from hell."

"Lucifer?"

Constantine puffed out the smoke with a dignified expression.

Lucifer, the lord of hell, is not an ordinary existence. He is the master of the entire multidimensional hell and an archangel who once served God. Who can fight Lucifer?

Constantine scratched his hair.

He didn't want to get involved in these strange things, but the devil escaped and the hell was burned. This is not a small matter. As the best and most talented magician, he has dealt with hell and demons a lot.

This incident inevitably affected his life.

"Tsk, enough trouble."

Constantine cut off the demon's wrist with a single knife, and in its wailing, drew a magic circle on the ground with the blood of the demon, opening the observation channel between hell and the world.

What caught the eye was flames.

The raging fire that burned the whole world spreads all over the hell, and countless demons scream and are swallowed by the flames.

In the flames, a figure appeared.

Those are human beings that are incompatible with the style of hell. They wear robes similar to medieval wizards, either red, green, gray, or cyan. These humans use magic that does not belong to this world, flying in the sky of hell , captured the demons one by one and threw them into the void.

"They, they are!"

Constantine heard screams of terror from the demons around him.

"They appeared after Master Lucifer disappeared, and they created this fire!"

Constantine wanted to see clearly.

He controlled the viewing angle, approached these mysterious magicians carefully, and saw four kinds of animals embroidered on the sleeves of these young magicians, lion, snake, eagle, and badger.

At this time, the young magician who was hunting demons, someone frowned, looked towards the sky, and met Constantine's gaze.

"They found us!!"

The demon screamed.

Constantine quickly wiped out the magic circle and unlocked the observation channel. He grabbed the frightened demon, pulled out his dagger and nailed it to the wall, quickly chanting obscure language, and used a special magic ritual to kill the demon. Sacrifice.

The demon screamed in pain and turned into ashes.

Constantine disappeared into thin air.

Almost at the same time as he disappeared, a portal appeared in the void, and a man and a woman appeared in the dark alley.

"The traces are erased."

The girl squatted on the ground, observing the trajectory of the magic power, and then glanced at the traces of the demon on the wall, and said, "He moved very quickly, sacrificed the demon, and directed all causality and logic to the demon."

"Where's Time Peep?" the boy asked.

Girl: "The time and space of this universe is locked, any time and space transfer, travel and observation magic will not work, the principal is fighting in a higher dimension, don't apply for the release of time and space just because of this trivial matter."

"Okay." The boy nodded, glanced at the environment, and frowned: "Lucifer and the dean are fighting in the upper space, and hell has been controlled by us. The next step is to find the source of magic on this earth."

"The green of all things, the red of all beings, the gray of withering, the black of decay."

The corner of the girl's mouth raised, and she said: "Slytherin has found the trace of the decayed black, and is tracking the power of death. The red of all beings is attached to an indigenous hero called Animal Man. He seems to find that we are looking for him, and deliberately hides himself .”

"And the green of all things and the gray of withering..."

The voices of the conversation between the two became weaker and weaker, and disappeared into the alley along with the teleportation magic.

Time passed little by little.

Half an hour, an hour, three hours.

The torrential rain had stopped, and the sky was getting darker. At this moment, the demon, which had been completely burned without any trace left, condensed like a reset, and the figure of Constantine emerged.

He was short of breath and looked in the direction where the two disappeared.

Before sacrificing the devil, he took a big gamble, fused himself with the devil, sacrificed the devil again, and put himself in a state of nothingness between life and death, so as to cross the sea.

But this time, he was right.

Not only did he escape tracking, but he also heard something amazing.

"Green of all things, swamp monster!"

.....

Greek pantheon, Olympus.

Diana clenched the mantra lasso, and walked in this supreme kingdom of God in a daze.

what did she see?

The original towering white tower, only the wreckage remains, the magnificent palace collapsed and cracked.

Olympus seems to have gone through a tragic war, with the blood of the gods splashed on the ground, broken weapons, piled up into mountains, and corpses all over the ground, Hephaestus, the god of fire, and Dionysus, the god of wine. ...

Twelve main gods, demigods, heroes.

"What happened here?"

Panic overflowed from Wonder Woman's heart. He walked past the corpse of the main god, stepped over the mad nymph, and walked towards the mountain.

"Hahahahaha!!"

Crazy roars exploded.

Wonder Woman saw an unimaginable scene. Ares, the god of war, was sitting on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, holding a huge sword, crying and laughing like a madman.

"madman!"

With the lasso of mantra wrapped around her arm, Diana rushed towards Ares.

Ares, the god of war, had no desire to fight at all. Diana tied his neck with a lasso of mantra. He put down his weapon, and his madness became more and more serious: "Kill me, kill me quickly!"

"You destroyed the Greek gods!"

Diana saw the current misery of the Greek pantheon, uncontrollable anger rose from her heart, and the noose of mantra tightened step by step.