Chapter 1180

"I don't think it's good!" Constantine said uneasily as he wandered in the magic chamber: "I seem to have been calculated..."

"Hey... Don't talk about yourself like an innocent victim. The child didn't take the initiative to give you this!" zatana was only wearing a sports vest and suspended cross legged in the air. A luminous crystal ball hovered in front of her. She turned her back to Constantine without turning her head, but sneered at the corners of her mouth.

"I cheated something from him... But he was definitely induced deliberately. The man knew I couldn't stand the temptation... He took advantage of my weakness!"

"What weakness did you take advantage of?" zatana disdained, "is it despicable?"

"Crystal water, not shown!" zatana's customary magic mantra is a kind of irony Magic - in short, it is to pronounce words in reverse, which many people think is evil. Some devout Christians still believe that the devil's blasphemy mantra is to read the words in the Bible in reverse... And the pastor can exorcise the devil by reading them.

Chen God scoffed at this strange idea of believers.

When Chen ang was a great arcane master, the magic he studied was also the science of arcane theory, the magic world. He summarized the laws and understood the laws. Arcane is just an objective understanding of the magic world. He always felt that this kind of magic that uses someone's Classics in reverse, or is chaotic and irregular, is actually a kind of Magic - just like inputting instructions into a computer.

These rules of the magic world are like a person inputting Chinese characters into a computer and then realizing various magical functions, thinking that Chinese characters have magic.

Ultimately, it is the laws of the world itself that work.

The so-called irony, the so-called prayer and the so-called symbol of magic are that someone has mastered the fundamental laws of the world, arcane and science, and then they use these rules and compile them into "programs" for those fools to use.

Why is Chen ang so convinced of this——

The second prophet looks at the rune - Registration ID zatana, which is said to be created by the prophet and can replace them, and asks for a visit again!

"Let me see what request she made this time."

"Oh! It's to predict the future! Zero prophet, blur 80% of the future she wants to know and send it to her!"

The prophet zero of the three prophets system every day, a smart brain that integrates the abilities of the three prophets, creates a "program" to manage the world through the three prophets, and processes the requests initiated by thousands of magicians. Generally, they will approve it, and then the prophet zero arranges the magicians to pay a "price".

Is their destiny!

The three prophets system will arrange all magicians clearly

The third prophet in London intercepted some requests, added something to zatana's reply, and then resumed sending.

Zatana just felt that today's prophecy was a little delayed, and saw pictures of the future appeared on the crystal ball... Scenes of vague and meaningless pictures were displayed in front of her. She saw a spider making a web in the dark, saw that web enveloping the whole world, and saw all heroes struggling in the web.

But the spider itself was trapped in the web

She saw a war that tore apart the whole world and saw three shadows standing under the endless light.

Zatana woke up with horror

Constantine pulled out a cigarette, held it in his hand but did not light it. Looking at zatana, who woke up from meditation, with some frightened expression on his face, he said, "it seems that you are deeply divining... Is this so troublesome?"

Zatana put on her clothes and said fiercely, "it's more troublesome than you think... I saw a war that can tear the whole world apart, and three people standing on it... I think it's a prophet. For your thing... There will be a river of blood. Now I'm like advising you to throw it away."

"Impossible..." Constantine lit a cigarette: "that thing is like a rope. When you hold it on the shore, it will be pulled into the vortex, and if you throw it away in the vortex, you will give up the last straw to save life. Xiao Na, I know this situation well... Now we are deeply involved, and it is our biggest chip."

"After the gambling starts, every chip can't give up."

"Even usury borrowed from the devil!"

Constantine put on the Yellow windbreaker and turned to zatana: "now, we need to use this chip to strengthen our strength. Now we need strength, even if we deal with the devil."

"At least break the protective spell on the artifact!" zatana didn't give up the idea of reversing the time and looking for her father. She bit her lips and said, "the wizard who applied the protective spell is too powerful! Maybe only the ghost can untie the spell..."

The ghost is the most powerful spirit of revenge created by God... Zatana doesn't know why it came to the world. It is said that several of his companions have fallen. So the ghosts came down to earth to punish them on behalf of God.

"Don't need..." Constantine's thought is different from ordinary people: "most of the power of this protective spell is still used to bind the magic source. It's not easy if we want to pry it open, but it's not difficult if we change our thinking!"

"Destroy the protection spell and release the magic source?" zatana was shocked: "Are you crazy? We all know how powerful and tricky the magic source is. It's a miracle that we can stably bind it to use. For magicians, the value of protecting the spell is more than the magic source. You actually want to destroy it... The released magic source will be violent and can no longer restore the function of the artifact."

"If we need it as a weapon, an uncontrolled and powerful magic source is better than an unusable waste!" Constantine said again.

"Of course, it hasn't reached that level yet." Constantine said so, but his eyes looked at agomodo as if he were looking at a hard walnut... Wondering where to start!

One hand took the artifact sealed by the two together. Zatana glared at him angrily and said, "you don't want to do this. I'd rather hand it over... I'll keep it first."

"Who are you going to pit now?" zatana sarcastically said: "I think Constantine has three treasures: nonsense, magic and good friends. Now you seem to have one less friend. I count. It seems that no one can pit you."

Constantine twitched on his face. It was obvious that zatana stabbed him again. It must be said that although zhakongkeng's friends worked hard, he was sincere to every friend and could even die for them when necessary. But he knew too much about sacrifice. Both himself and his friends. Every time he lost a friend, he would be really sad and guilty Because of this, he can make a few true friends after his bad deeds in pitching friends.

It's just... Really not much. His friend's production and consumption are out of proportion, which is really not enough.

"This time we went to see the man who is known as the most despicable, bloody and terrible man in Manhattan, but he is actually just a third rate voodoo magician who leads a group of cruel Street gangsters... He is a smart man and should have felt something. I'll see if I can get something good from him."

"As a special warning to him, the price of trouble."

"Every time he is approached by trouble, I take the initiative to lead him away. I'm really a good man. For him, a real good man."

Zatana already understood, "midnight daddy?"

"I remember he was still looking for you. You seem to have stolen from him again!"

Constantine touched his pocket: "did you bring the reverse spell? Give me one first... It's time to pay some 'price'!"

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The third prophet watched the two dog men and women embark on the journey. She twitched her nose twice. Her small nose wings fluttered, giving her a sense of ferocity. She disdained to curl her mouth: "yo! Sour smell..."

Then he smashed Constantine's "price" into his sexual orientation.

"A lover will eventually become a fag..." the third prophet's dissatisfied voice made Constantine feel cold for no reason. He secretly stretched out his hand to scratch his ass, and then naturally put his hand on zatana's twisted waist. Zatana gave him a white look, but didn't let him take his hand away.