## Chapter 350: Taken In
Under the curtain of rain, two green phosphorescent flames, each the size of a fist, pierced through the downpour and flew straight towards Constantine beneath the large tree.
It wasn't until the two phosphorescent flames reached Constantine, illuminated by the radiance of the magic array, that he clearly saw that behind the green phosphorescent flames was a giant skull flying in mid-air.
The pale skull's upper and lower jaws opened and closed, gnashing its fangs and sharp teeth, spewing poison smoke mixed with phosphorescent fire from its mouth. Just looking at this thing, it was clearly not to be trifled with.
However, Constantine was already fully prepared. He extended his left hand, and magic array diagrams beneath his feet flickered with a gleam, connecting him to a certain Creditor in Hell, recklessly borrowing "His" strength.
Boom! A hellfire dragon composed of intense heat reaching thousands of degrees Celsius directly blasted onto the skeleton demon that was rushing towards him, accompanied by a crackling sound of bone being scorched and shattered.
The entire skull of the skeleton demon rushing towards Constantine exploded under the high temperature, leaving only a wisp of black smoke that rolled and disappeared into the high altitude.
Listening to the piercing wails of souls echoing in his ears from the black smoke, Constantine took a deep drag of his cigar, mockingly saying with a cruel voice, "Indeed, another bastard playing with souls!"
Despite gaining benefit in the Evil God's God's Kingdom, Constantine didn't want to be the agent of that unknown Evil God. What a joke, was something like God War something a person with thin arms and legs like him could participate in? He had consulted ancient magic books and various histories of magic. Whenever the words "God War" were mentioned, the few brief descriptions involved casualties numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
This was just the casualties among mortals.
During the Crusades, countless magic users and wizards were caught up in it and died or were injured. Among them were many Important Figures in the history of magic, and many famous magic user families had their lineage severed from then on.
Even some Gods could not protect themselves in such faith-related God Wars and fell into eternal slumber.
To wage war against the Lord Jesus Christ and His Father, he would have to be insane to get involved.
However, being targeted by a ruthless character who dared to wage war against God, Constantine could only find a method to stall for time.
Fortunately, Constantine had extensive experience in this area. Like many heroes and villains in American comic books, Constantine was also a "lone star".
While still in his mother's womb, he had strangled his twin brother with the umbilical cord; upon birth, he had brought death to his poor mother.
His Father therefore resented this "lone star" son of his immensely, often beating and scolding the young Constantine.
After discovering that the adolescent Constantine was secretly researching dark magic and mysticism behind his back, his Father became even more enraged. He confiscated all of Constantine's book collection and burned them to ash.
Constantine was deeply saddened, but at this moment, he discovered that a magic book he had desperately saved contained the dark magic of "cursing others to die slowly".
Thus, in a moment of impulse, he cast this technique on his Father.
But gradually, he realized that he had never intended for his Father to die. The boy, starved for love, simply wanted his Father to listen to his thoughts more often.
However, the magic had already taken effect. His Father's vitality was visibly draining away little by little, and even the Doctor was helpless...
Constantine regretted it.
He frantically consulted various sources and finally came up with a method to stop the magic's rampage and save his Father's life.
After this incident, Constantine gained a deeper understanding of magic. He clearly recognized a truth, which was that "using magic must always come at a corresponding price".
After this, in order to become more powerful, he not only did not give up learning magic, but instead insisted on "arming his mind with knowledge", continuing to learn and constantly improve, step by step becoming a powerful magic user.
However, the shadow of the past still lingered in his heart and entangled his soul at all times, making him suffer the pain of failure and refusing to leave...
Therefore, throughout his long life, although he was proficient in spells and witchcraft, he mostly used his trickery and intellect to win.
Compared to the identity of a "magic user", he was actually closer to a "trickster".
It was precisely because of this that his trickery reached an unparalleled realm, deceiving angels above and tricking devils below, throwing Heaven and Hell into chaos.
And speaking of his victories achieved through trickery, one must mention his "Deception of the First of the Fallen".
This incident completely established his reputation in Hell, Heaven, and the entire Magic World.
The First of the Fallen was the first god to fall into Hell, one of the most powerful demon kings in Hell.
When Constantine, suffering from lung cancer, was drowning his sorrows with friends over beer, the First of the Fallen suddenly came knocking, demanding to take his friend's soul.
As one of the three rulers of Hell, the First of the Fallen didn't put Constantine, a mortal, in his eyes at all. He arrogantly provoked Constantine, claiming that all those Constantine loved were imprisoned in Hell, suffering.
This act deeply angered Constantine. He decided to use his superb trickery to defeat this arrogant demon.
In his friend's basement, there was a holy water spring, the water of which was the holy water most feared by the monsters and ghouls of Hell.
Constantine set up a magic array to turn the holy water into fragrant beer, then invited the unsuspecting First of the Fallen to drink fine wine with him.
After three rounds of drinks, Constantine suddenly overturned the magic array, turning the beer the First of the Fallen had drunk back into holy water.
The First of the Fallen, in the pain of being burned from the inside out by the holy water, fled back to Hell in a sorry state.
But naturally, this incident created a deep feud between the two.
The First of the Fallen had never suffered such humiliation. He was determined to seek revenge on Constantine.
However, Constantine was not someone to be trifled with either. He came up with a risky plan. If this plan succeeded, he could not only get rid of the First of the Fallen but also cure his lung cancer. He found the remaining two demon kings of the three rulers of Hell and made an agreement that they could have his soul after his death.
Due to his great reputation, not one of the two demon kings was not interested. So, without knowing about each other at all, they each signed a contract with him.
Immediately after, Constantine slit his wrist and committed suicide.
When it was time to collect the soul, the three great demon kings all arrived at the scene. Looking at each other, they realized at this moment: they had been tricked by Constantine again.
It turned out that a soul is indivisible. To fulfill their respective contracts, the three rulers had only two choices:
First, let Constantine live as long as possible, extending the contract fulfillment time; second, wage war against each other, with the victor taking Constantine's soul.
And the First of the Fallen absolutely could not allow the latter to happen. He could not destroy all of Hell for the soul of a human.
In the end, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and admit his failure, curing Constantine's lung cancer and extending his lifespan in an extremely painful way while venting his anger.
Constantine's thank-you gift to him was a middle finger representing victory.
Constantine had done things like fooling the First of the Fallen more than once.
Some of the Important Figures he had dealt with, including Lucifer, Gabriel, the First of the Fallen, and the Sandman, all hated Scoundrel Kang (referring to Constantine) to the bone. But while he was alive, these Big Shots were bound by magic contracts and could only watch him live freely in the Mortal Realm. Sometimes, they even had to lend their strength to this trickster magic user.
Although that Tang was not interested in his soul, Constantine racked his head to come up with a method to restrain this Evil God who was said to have killed God.
From the mouth of the Alternate Universe visitor Star-Lord, he roughly understood the origin of that Evil God, a god from Another Universe.
Constantine wasn't sure how far the distance between Parallel Universes was, but he clearly knew the distance between Dimensional Spaces.
It wasn't easy for those Demons and Evil Gods to cross Dimensional Space and descend upon the Reality World, let alone cross the distance of a Universe.
So, the descent of this Parallel Universe Evil God into their World must come at a price.
First, He needed coordinates.
What Constantine had to do was cut off that Tang's coordinates in this Universe, or rather, make himself His sole coordinates in this Universe.
Only then would he be qualified to negotiate conditions with that Evil God.
Looking at the skeleton that had been completely burned by hellfire, Constantine slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke from his mouth, his gaze looking into the rain curtain.
"Come out!"
A double-ponytail woman, soaked in rain, her clothes clinging tightly to her body, fully displaying her figure, walked out of the dark night and the rain curtain, carrying a baseball bat.
"Are you one of the Fat Penguin's people?!"
Harley Quinn's heavy makeup and bloodstain were now washed clean by the rain, revealing her fair and clean skin.
Without the cover of cosmetics, it was hard to imagine this was the skin texture of a Western white person.
"Fat Penguin? You mean Penguin? That nickname suits him quite well!" The rain was getting heavier. Even though Constantine had found a large tree with dense branches and leaves to shelter from the rain, the rain was still pouring down. Constantine had to shield his eyes with one hand to protect his cigar.
Smoking his cigar, Constantine's eyes lecherously stared at Harley Quinn's graceful curves revealed after being soaked by the rain.
Having signed countless magic contracts with various Demons, Constantine, while his soul was burdened beyond measure, also gained many benefits that ordinary people could not understand.
Like his eyes, they could not only see through darkness but even clearly perceive the aura of energy flow.
"Oh, you're not one of the Fat Penguin's people! Then goodbye!" Harley Quinn glanced at the flickering red light of the cigar tip in the dark night, turned around, and dragged her baseball bat, about to leave.
"Wait, little girl, how about we talk about that Evil God you signed a contract with?"
Hearing Constantine's words, Harley Quinn stopped in her tracks, her hand gripping the baseball bat subtly tightening.
"Listen to me, little girl, I have more experience in this area. Whether it's Demons or Evil Gods, don't believe anything they say. Whatever He promises you, He will eventually take back with interest. Believe me, even those financial scammers on Wall Street who lend money aren't as black-hearted as Them! Fuck, I've always thought those financial scammers were being manipulated by those filthy Hell creatures behind their backs!"
Mentioning Wall Street, Constantine was furious. Just because he listened to a stock salesman, all the money he had painstakingly earned over the years through fraud, (exorcism), and selling small things, was invested in the stock market. As a result, within two months, his money was completely gone.
He had played with countless Demons and Angels, and even the most cunning devil had been tricked by him. In the end, he was actually fooled by a bunch of bastards who played with stock.
That stock salesman named Jordan Belfort, his mouth was just... My God, he really should go to Hell.
Just thinking about those worthless junk stocks he bought based on that bastard's words made Constantine seethe with anger.
If it weren't for an old friend stopping him and his fear of that damned A.R.G.U.S., Constantine would have almost gone to Wall Street to hold a ritual to summon Demons and send all those financial scammers to Hell.
"So? How are you going to help me?" Harley Quinn touched her smooth face, which was the effect of injecting the Venus Agent and the Face-Setting Pill.
Whether that Evil God was a good person, how could she not know? As a woman, she just wanted to become prettier. What was wrong with that?
This guy with shifty eyes in front of her clearly wasn't a good person! Harley Quinn looked at Constantine with a grinning smile, her gaze gradually becoming dangerous.
"First, you need to tell me about the process of meeting that Evil God. Did He give you anything? Give it all to me. I need to seal up all these things contaminated with demonic aura."
"To check if that Evil God left a magic mark on you, I need to examine your body!"
Constantine explained, "Don't worry, I've been in the exorcism division for over ten years. I'm very professional in this area!"
"You're an exorcist!" Harley Quinn's face showed an excited, surprised smile. "When I was little, I was very curious about exorcists. When I was a child, my neighbor's Bart was possessed by a Demon. The neighbor's aunt found a Priest who used holy water to drive out the possessed Demon for him!"
"Are you a Priest, Mr. Exorcist!"
Harley Quinn acted like a fervent fan, walking step by step towards Constantine.
"Priest? I'm not!" Constantine shrugged. "But they've been inviting me to be their special exorcism consultant for The Church, but I refused!"
"Why? Is it because you don't like little boys?"
"What?" Constantine didn't quite hear Harley Quinn's deliberately lowered voice.
"I mean, is it because you don't like little boys that you don't want to be a consultant for The Church? Poor little Bart, later my mom told me that Bart was given a belly full of holy water by the Priest at that Church and had to go to the Hospital's proctology department for treatment!—"
As Harley Quinn's voice gradually became clearer, her face, bearing a mocking expression, completely appeared before Constantine.
Whoosh! The whistling force wind echoed in Constantine's ears. That was the wind sound created by Harley Quinn swinging her baseball bat with both hands and smashing it towards his head.
Facing this strike, Constantine did not dodge. Magic Arrays beneath his feet flickered with radiance, forming layers of magic barriers in front of him.
Clang! Harley Quinn's full-strength strike was like smashing into a piece of multi-layered bulletproof glass. The force of the rebound numbed her wrist, and the baseball bat in her hand flew out.
"Phew!" Constantine exhaled a puff of white misty qi, looking at Harley Quinn playfully. "Your little tricks are far worse than those of my old friends!"
Before Constantine's words finished, Harley Quinn pulled out two modified military pistols from behind her waist, aimed at Constantine, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang—"
Harley Quinn's aiming was at vital points like the head, neck, heart, and lower body.
However, in front of the prepared Constantine, Harley Quinn's attacks were clearly useless.
Bullet after bullet hit the magic barrier in front of Constantine and were directly bounced away.
Constantine, holding his cigar, spread his hand. "These magic barriers are magic power I borrowed from a Hell Demon. His interest is high, but it seems very practical!"
"Aren't you going to let me see the abilities of that God? I'm very curious, what kind of strength did He bestow upon you?"
Constantine narrowed his eyes. He lightly flicked the ash from his cigar downwards. Hundreds of meters below Harley Quinn's feet, Magic Talismanic Seals began to glow. Clearly, this area was filled with traps set by this cunning old man.
Transparent, tentacle-like magic power extended from these Magic Talismanic Seals, spreading towards Harley Quinn.
Women are naturally somewhat afraid of things like tentacles. Harley Quinn looked at these pink, semi-transparent tentacles, retreating backward while raising the firearms in her hand and spray firing at the tentacles covered in strange fleshy growths.
As Harley Quinn unleashed firepower, bullet after bullet easily penetrated the tentacles, opening fist-sized holes in them.
However, these energy-based tentacles, under the infusion of energy from the Magic Talismanic Seals, quickly healed the broken holes.
Behind Harley Quinn, Magic Talismanic Seals also lit up. Within the magic array, pink, semi-transparent tentacles silently extended towards the retreating Harley Quinn.
The tips of the pink, semi-energy tentacles had mouthparts, and within the mouthparts were densely packed fangs. Just as this mouthparts was about to pounce on the back of the head of Harley Quinn.
From Harley Quinn's embrace, several pale radiance flew out, rushing towards the tentacles from all sides.
Within the pale radiance, the skull wrapped within them rapidly expanded as they flew escape.
This time, the Skeleton Demon's bone beneath its skull grew rapidly, accompanied by eerie cracking sounds of bone growth.
By the time the Skeleton Demons pounced in front of the tentacles, they had grown to over two meters tall, with white bone claws on their hands.
Rip!
The pink tentacle that had stealthily approached the back of the head of Harley Quinn was firmly held by a Skeleton Demon with its white bone arm. Sharp bone claws scratched lines on its sticky, jelly-like surface, leaving behind numerous sticky, semi-transparent liquid.
Facing the wide-open mouthparts of the fleshy tentacle, the Skeleton Demon also opened and closed its jaws, spraying a puff of poison smoke mixed with highly toxic phosphorescent fire into its mouthparts.
As the Skeleton Demon's poison smoke poured into the tentacle's mouthparts, the pink tentacle twisted its sticky body like a giant python, tightly wrapping around the Skeleton Demon, trying to strangle it.
Constantine watched the Skeleton Demons fighting with the tentacles, his gaze very calm. These tentacles were not just simple magic, but Hell creatures he had summoned called Mind Flayers.
These creatures existed in a state between semi-matter and semi-energy. The sticky, jelly-like cuticle layer on their body could absorb most energy attacks.
Ordinary magic could not cause them any harm, and the poison smoke sprayed by these skeleton soldiers was also unable to harm them.
Constantine had been involved in the Magic World for so many years, so he naturally had accumulated quite a few hidden treasures.
These Mind Flayers, with whom he had signed magic brands, were among them. Mind Flayers were endangered species even in Hell.
However, one of Constantine's former girlfriends came from a thousand-year-old Magic Family.
Their Family had generations of magic contracts with Mind Flayers. They supplied energy to these monsters, and the Mind Flayer Clan hidden somewhere in Hell would also respond to their call to help them deal with enemies.
Constantine, with his smooth talk, tricked that ignorant little Witch into signing her name on her Family's ancestral parchment scroll.
Thus, Constantine also gained the ability to summon Mind Flayers.
After a Skeleton Demon sprayed poison smoke into the mouthparts of a pink tentacle and found that the poison smoke was useless against this tentacle.
It directly extended its claws, sharp enough to tear steel, and simultaneously lowered its head, biting and tearing at the tentacle's skin and flesh with its fangs.
The pink tentacle suddenly straightened, and the tentacle split open neatly from bottom to top, revealing a whole row of sharp teeth that completely covered and enveloped the Skeleton Demon.
After devouring the Skeleton Demon, the Mind Flayer tentacle, which had expanded by a full circle, rolled on the ground like an overfed giant python.
At the same time, within the tentacle's body, sticky, semi-transparent viscous liquid began to secrete. When this viscous liquid came into contact with the Skeleton Demon, the Skeleton Demon's bone, which was as hard as iron, was instantly corroded and softened, and the entire skeleton collapsed.
The Skeleton Demon's remaining skull also began to soften under the liquid secreted by the Mind Flayer tentacle. The two green phosphorescent fires within the skull came into contact with the liquid and were directly extinguished.
Within the skull, several wisps of black smoke, restrained by the restriction formation heart core, instantly rose up the moment the Skeleton Demon's skull was broken open.
The next moment, this black smoke, containing several fierce souls and vicious spirits, was directly devoured by this tentacle.
"Mind Flayers are truly terrifying demonic creatures. It's just that their numbers are a bit small. Rose's Family, over thirteen hundred years, only discovered one Mind Flayer Clan."
"What a shame about Rose!" Constantine looked at the Mind Flayer that had wrapped up the Skeleton Demon into a ball, feeling a bit nostalgic for his petite ex-ex-ex-girlfriend.
If Rose hadn't caught him with that boyfriend of hers in bed back then, maybe he wouldn't have broken up with Rose so quickly. Well, at least they could have spent a few more days together.
Recalling his ex-ex-ex-girlfriend's petite figure that he could hold in his arms and carry, Scoundrel Kang (referring to Constantine)'s eyes became somewhat vacant.
Scoundrel Kang (referring to Constantine) was completely unaware that not far away, a pitch black raven was quietly standing on a treetop, its eyes like black gemstones staring intently at the combat here.
This raven, whose feathers and even eyes were as black as ink, had originally been motionless like a sculpture, but just after the tentacles completely devoured the Skeleton Demon, bone and soul alike, the raven's eyes suddenly changed.
It was hard to imagine such human-like emotions appearing in the eyes of a raven. The anger that flashed in those human-like eyes was the kind of anger one feels when watching a show and suddenly having a pile of shit dumped on their forehead.
"Look at this Mother Box. It's square and regular. Who would have thought this thing is a war machine used by a Universe Tyrant to transport Parademons? Leaving something like this on Earth is like placing a giant nuclear bomb under the rear of all humanity!"
"You have no method to destroy this Mother Box, you can only hide it. Where can you hide it? Thousands of years ago, you hid it deep in the Seabed, hid it on the isolated Themyscira (Paradise Island), and yet Darkseid's minions still came knocking!"
"Why don't you hand it over to me? Even if Darkseid comes looking, I will bear the responsibility alone!"
Boss Tang spoke to Barry Allen with a compassionate tone, describing the risks of leaving the Mother Box on Earth and his own great sacrifice.
To enhance the effect, Boss Tang thoughtfully added some special effects for himself. Forming a lotus flower hand seal, a golden halo hung behind his head, and a fist-sized sarira / relic emitted great radiance. During this, lotus flowers were reflected, showing Buddhist radiance lingering in the distance, accompanied by auspicious clouds.
With this appearance, who would dare say that Boss Tang was an Evil God?
"What method do you have to save my mother? Prove it to me!"
Barry Allen, however, was not in the mood to watch Boss Tang's performance. He only wanted to know if what the man in front of him said was true or false.
"Young man, there's no free lunch in the World. If you want a return, you must show me your sincerity!"
Tang Song smiled at Barry Allen, "Show me your sincerity, and I will tell you a method to save your mother!"
"What do you want? The Mother Box!" Barry Allen looked at the Boom Tube released by the Mother Box. Although he was a homebody, he wasn't stupid. He immediately understood Tang Song's idea: "You want to use the Mother Box's strength to cross the Universe? You're like that Darkseid, you also want to invade our Universe? No, I won't give you the Mother Box. I'm going to tell Mr. Wayne!"
"Calm down, young man. Think about your mother, think about that light that killed your mother~"
Tang Song looked at the startled Barry Allen. His voice, containing the Lion's Roar, exploded in Barry Allen's ears like thunder, instantly calming him down from his frenzy.
"I won't give you the Mother Box!" Barry Allen mustered his courage and looked at Tang Song, his eyes filled with determination.
"This broken thing, the Mother Box, if you want to keep it, feel free. My collection doesn't lack this one item!" Tang Song waved his hand casually.
He seemed not to care about the Mother Box at all.
"You don't want the Mother Box, then what do you want?" Barry Allen looked at Tang Song with doubt and wariness.
"I want—" Tang Song's words suddenly stopped. His expression became a bit strange. Barry Allen had been staring at the Evil God's expression, watching his face first stiffen, then smiled.
Seeing this smile on Tang Song's face, Barry Allen felt a sudden chill down his spine for some reason.
"I've always been the one taking other people's things. I didn't expect someone to actually eat off my head. Interesting! Do you really think I wouldn't dare to take action against you just because you have those guys' brands on you!"
"I originally just wanted to use your hand to get some souls of Angels and Gods to refine my Underworld Banner. Disobedient fellow, it seems I have to teach you a lesson!"
The Magic Tools brought into this Universe by Star-Lord, as well as the Magic Tools and Elixirs exchanged by those fated individuals at his place, had all been subjected to his abilities. Within those shattered Magic Tools, Skeleton Demons, and Iron Armored Corpses, there was a wisp of his aura.
It didn't matter if they were destroyed; this wisp of aura would become a Passage for his descent, just like his current clone. But his aura was actually fed to those tentacles by Constantine.
This undoubtedly provoked Tang Song's anger.
He didn't expect that after playing the role of the hawk for so long, he would be pecked in the eye by Constantine, this little sparrow.
While contemplating, Tang Song smiled at Barry Allen and gestured towards the Boom Tube not far away: "Look over there, a Big Guy is about to come out!"
Barry Allen followed Tang Song's gaze and saw a tall figure holding a battle axe leaping out of the Boom Tube. The battle axe in his hand carried a fierce attack, and with one swing, he sent Wonder Woman Diana, who was blocking his way, flying.
Diana hurriedly used the treasured sword in her hand to block and parry the axe, but her body was directly sent flying by a huge impact of brute force, crashing into the Batcave's rock wall, causing gravel inside the Batcave to fall with a rustling sound.
"Human Gods," Steppenwolf, clad in silver armor and with horns on his head, sent Diana flying with an axe swing. He looked around, scanning the crowd.
"Atlantean Fishmen, and a bunch of minions. With just you, you think you can stop Darkseid's footsteps?"
"He is Steppenwolf, Darkseid's vanguard general. His strength is incomparable to these Parademon minions. You guys have your hands full!"
Tang Song explained Steppenwolf's origin to Barry Allen beside him, while his divine sense swept over the battle axe in Steppenwolf's hand.
"Isn't it the Earth-Shattering Axe?" Tang Song shook his head, his tone a bit disappointed.
"Earth-Shattering Axe? You mean the axe he's holding!?" Barry Allen's eyes also looked at the battle axe in Steppenwolf's hand when he heard Tang Song's words.
With such a formidable name, this battle axe must be very powerful! Barry Allen couldn't help but worry about Mr. Wayne and the others.
He wanted to rush up and help, but he was worried about angering the Evil God sitting next to him, causing Mr. Wayne and the others to be attacked from both front and rear.
He could only stall this Evil God here to buy time for Mr. Wayne and the others.
"The Earth-Shattering Axe is very powerful, but the axe in his hand is just average!" Tang Song shook his head, not offering further explanation to the confused Barry Allen.
In the DC Comics Universe, Steppenwolf's Earth-Shattering Axe could even cleave a Planet in half, which was incredibly powerful.
The Steppenwolf in front of him was clearly not that strong, but he was also not someone the Justice League, without Superman, could handle.
After Steppenwolf sent Diana flying with an axe swing, facing Aquaman Arthur who attacked with a trident, he merely coldly threw out a remark, "Defeated opponent!"
He grabbed the trident in Arthur's hand and swung him away, then strode towards the Mother Box, wanting to get this last Mother Box.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
Cyborg Victor blocked the Mother Box, raised his mechanical arm, and fired several energy cannons directly at Steppenwolf.
Steppenwolf raised his arm to shield his face, letting Cyborg's mechanical energy cannons blast onto his armor. The silver armor flowed like water ripple, dissolving Cyborg's attack into nothingness.
"You have the taste of the Mother Box on you!" Steppenwolf lowered his arm, looking at Cyborg who was charging his energy cannon. He sniffed a few times, a look of confusion on his face, then swung his battle axe, mercilessly chopped towards Cyborg's head.
Cyborg's arm quickly formed a hand shield, trying to block Steppenwolf's axe, but facing the immense strength that could send Wonder Woman flying, how could he possibly block it? Under an irresistible force, his two legs were forcefully smashed into the Batcave's rock layer.
Steppenwolf looked at him with a sneer, swung his great axe again. At this moment, Diana, who had been sent flying and embedded in the cliff face, also recovered. She pushed against the cliff face with both hands, used her strong and powerful legs to push off the ground, and leaped in front of Cyborg, crossing her arms and using the armguards on her wrists to block Steppenwolf's great axe.
(end of chapter)