Fantasy World Transmigration

“I don’t think so good!” Constantine groaned in the magic chamber, restless: “I seem to be calculated…”

“Oh… don’t say that you are like an innocent victim. This thing is not the one the child gave you!” Zatana only wore a sports vest and hung her legs in the air, a glowing crystal ball hovering over her. In front of her, she turned her back to Constantine, and she did not return her head, but her mouth was said with a sneer.

“I lied from his hands… but he was definitely intentionally induced. That person knows that I can’t stand this temptation… He took advantage of my weaknesses!”

“What weaknesses have you taken advantage of?” Zatana disdained said: “Is it shameless?”

“The crystal water, come not to show!” Zatana’s customary magic spell is a kind of ironic magic – in short, is to pronounce the words in turn, many people think it is evil. Some devout Christians still believe that the devil’s curse is to reverse the words of the Bible… and the priest is thinking to exorcise.

This eccentric and believer-like idea, Chen God sneered.

When Chen Ang is a big arcanist, the magic of learning is also the science of the magical world of arcane theory. Summarizing the law and understanding the law, the arcane is just an objective understanding of the magic world. He always feels this kind of classic. Conversely, or chaotic, erratic magic is actually a kind of magic—just like the act of inputting instructions to a computer.

These rules of the magic world are like a person typing Chinese characters into a computer, and then realizing all kinds of magical functions, thinking that Chinese characters are magical.

In the end, it is still the law of the world itself that works.

The so-called irony, the so-called prayer words, the so-called symbol of magic, are people who have mastered the fundamental laws of the world, mastered the arcane, science, and then they use these rules, compile them into ‘programs’, and provide them to those idiots. use.

Why is Chen Ang so convinced of this –

The second prophet looked at the super-intellectual brain that was allegedly created by the prophet and could replace them. He looked at the rune that had been crossed over. Registration ID Zatana asked for an interview!

“I see what she has initiated this time.”

“Oh! It turned out to be the future! Zero Prophet, blur the 80% of the future she wants to know to her!”

The No. 0 prophet of the three prophetic systems every day – a brain that combines the powers of three prophets, thus created the ‘procedure’ of the world through the three prophets, dealing with thousands of requests initiated by magician, generally In the case they will approve, and then the No. 0 prophet will arrange for the magician to pay the ‘cost’.

It is their destiny!

The three prophets system will make all the magician arrangements clear…

The third prophet, far away in London, intercepted a portion of the request, and she added something to the response that Zatana received, and then resumed sending.

Zatana just felt that today’s prophecy was slightly delayed, and she saw the future picture on the crystal ball… The scene was blurred and the unclear picture was displayed in front of her. She saw a spider in the dark. Netting, seeing that net shrouded the whole world and saw all the heroes struggling in the net.

But the spider himself is deeply stuck in the net…

She saw a war that had torn the whole world and saw three shadows standing under the endless rays of light.

Zatana is awakened…

Constantine took out a cigarette and caught it in his hand but did not ignite. He looked at the expression of waking up from meditation with a bit of horror, Zatana. “It looks like you are divinating in depth… this one Is it so troublesome?”

Zatana put on her clothes and said, “I am more troubled than you think… I saw a war that would tear the whole world, and three people standing on it… I think That is the prophet. For your stuff… it will flow into the river. I am now like to persuade you to throw it away.”

“Impossible…” Constantine lit the cigarette: “That thing is like a rope. When you hold it on the shore, it will be pulled into the whirlpool, and you throw it away in the whirlpool, then It is equal to giving up the last straw to save lives. Xiaona, I am familiar with this situation… Now we are deeply involved, and it is our biggest bargaining chip.”

“After the start of the game, every chip can’t give up.”

“Even if it is a loan shark borrowed from the devil!”

Constantine put on the yellow trench coat and turned to Zatanna. “Now, we will use this chip to strengthen our strength. Now we need strength, even if we trade with the devil.”

“At the very least, I want to crack the protection incantation on that artifact!” Zatana did not give up the reversal of time, to find the idea of ​​father, she bit her lip: “The witch that applied the protection incantation is powerful! Maybe only the ghost can Untie that incantation…”

Ghost is God’s most powerful spirit of revenge… Zatana doesn’t know why it came to the world, it is said that several of his companions have fallen. Then the ghosts are down, and they are disciplined on behalf of God.

“I don’t need to…” Constantine’s idea is different from ordinary people: “Most of the power of this protection incandation is still used to bind the magic source. If we want to open it, it is not easy, but if you change your mind, It is not difficult to open it!”

“Destroy protection incantation and release the source of magic?” Zatana stunned. “Are you crazy? We all know how powerful and tricky the source of magic is. It is a miracle to be able to stabilize it. For magician In other words, the value of protecting incantation is even more above the source of magic. You actually want to destroy it… The source of the magic that is released will no longer be able to restore the artifact.

“If we need it as a weapon, then an uncontrollable source of powerful magic is better than an unusable waste!” Constantine dignified.

“Of course, I haven’t reached that level yet.” Although Constantine said this, he looked at the eyes of Agododo’s eyes as if he were looking at a hard walnut. He was wondering where to start. It!

One hand took over the artifact that was sealed by the two men. Zattana panting with rage gave him a look: “You don’t want to do this, so destroy a gem. I would rather hand it over… this thing first I keep it.”

“Who are you going to hang now?” Zatana said sarcastically: “I think, Constantine has three treasures: swear words, magic, friends. You seem to have one more friend, I count, you seem to have No one can hang up.”

Constantine’s face twitched. Obviously, Zatana had poked his wound again. It must be said that although Zuckang’s friends are really hard, he treats every friend sincerely, when necessary. And even can die for it. It’s just that he knows how to sacrifice. Whether it is yourself or a friend. Every time he loses a friend, he will be really sad. Because of this, he can make a few friends in the pit friends.

Just… really not much. The speed at which his friends produce and consume is disproportionate, and it is not enough.

“This time we went to see the most despicable, bloodiest, and most terrifying figure in Manhattan, but it was just a guy who led a group of brutal street gangsters. It was a smart person and should have felt it. What. I can see if I can get something good from him.”

“As a special warning to me, the cost of trouble comes.”

“Every time he was troubled to find a door, I took the initiative to help him open. I am really a good person. For him, the real good guy.”

Zatana has come to understand: “Midnight?”

“I remember he was still looking for you, you seem to have stolen his things!”

Constantine touches the pocket: “Do you have a reversal spell? Do you give me one… It’s time to pay some ‘cost’!”

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The third prophet watched the two dogs and men on the journey in the darkness. She twitched her nose twice, and the small nose fluttered, giving her a feeling of guilt, and she dismissed her lips: Oh! Sour smell…”

Then I took Constantine’s ‘cost’ to the sexual orientation and smashed it a bit.

“There are lovers who will become the foundation…” The voice of the third prophet’s dissatisfaction made Constantine feel a little cold. He secretly reached out and scratched his buttocks, then naturally placed his hand on the waist of Zatana’s writhing. Zattana glanced at him, but did not let him take his hand off.