In DC, Legends of Tomorrow probably sits at the same table as the Suicide Squad. Saving the world still relies on the Justice League, or at the very least, the Justice Society.
As a proper team, it didn't even have a true strategist.
The Justice League, however, has Batman as its strategist, Superman as the main damage dealer, Diana and Aquaman as secondary damage dealers and utility, Cyborg as the IT expert, and The Flash as the clutch MVP and ultimate fallback. Now, that's a complete and healthy team.
As for a hastily assembled loser alliance like Legends of Tomorrow... Forget it, I shouldn't have had high expectations in the first place.
Thinking this, Aaron composed himself.
"Alright, is everyone ready? No one's speaking? Then let's go."
Without waiting for them to speak, Aaron opened a spacetime portal to Legends of Tomorrow's universe.
He stepped through with Raven and Sara.
Rip belatedly exclaimed, "Wait, we still have the spaceship!"
He received no reply, but the spacetime portal suddenly expanded a thousandfold, easily large enough to accommodate the Waverider spacetime ship.
Rip and the others exchanged glances, then piloted the Waverider to follow.
"Wait, before we go after Trigon, perhaps we should consult a professional." Rip, panting, approached Aaron.
"A professional?" Aaron frowned slightly, glancing at Raven.
Speaking of professionals, who could be more professional than Trigon's daughter, Raven?
"Yes, a professional."
Rip emphasized, snapping his fingers. "I've already contacted a new friend we found earlier. He's been monitoring Trigon's movements while we were away, and he's on his way here now."
"He is the most authoritative master of dark magic—"
Aaron had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, Rip spoke his name.
"—John Constantine."
It's him!
The legendary scum Constantine, who sells teammates, the true god of deception.
Wait, you said he's our ally? Are you serious?
"John Constantine?"
Raven was clearly puzzled by the name, and Aaron's eyebrow twitched involuntarily.
He was quite confident in his own power. Even if the enemy was Trigon, one of the most powerful demons in DC, an interdimensional demon lord, he had a 100% chance of winning.
But that John Constantine fellow was simply too uncanny, a notorious cesspool.
He originally had a 100% chance, but after Constantine appeared, it might drop by 0.01, leaving only a 99.99% chance.
If it's not 100%, how can you say it's a sure win? Isn't that a certain death?
What? You think this is an exaggeration?
That's Constantine!
Let's put it this way, Constantine is a scoundrel, proficient in smoking, drinking, whoring, and gambling—truly embodying all five poisons.
Moreover, he's bisexual, goes both ways, and has no taboos.
Constantine is a "family man" in the worst sense, anyone who is good to him meets a bad end.
His mother died in childbirth, his father became crippled and was then killed by the serial killer Constantine was tracking, his stronger twin brother was stillborn, his brother-in-law, obsessed with religion, was seduced by a demon, killed his sister, and then committed suicide, his niece was raped by the demon Constantine released, and his nephew, influenced by him, became addicted to magic, losing his wife and children.
Constantine is fond of making friends and often helping others.
Ordinary people, mages, priests, angels, demons...
As long as they can move, they can be friends.
Some people have friends for eating, some have friends for giving away—Constantine is the latter.
It's well-known that Constantine's friends are soluble in water, always mysteriously dying in various disasters.
And they basically all have one thing in common: the disaster is related to Constantine.
Either they die tragically helping Constantine, or they are collateral damage, brutally killed by demons because of Constantine, or they take a hit for Constantine, or they are sold by Constantine as a sacrifice.
Constantine always survives to the end, but his friends are either already dead or on their way to dying.
The only one who lived the longest was Constantine's driver—Charles.
But he also had dozens of lives to spare.
So he became Constantine's best friend and assistant.
He had sold friends, sold angels, sold demons, and even sold his own soul.
He was more adept at deception than Loki, the God of Lies. Even Loki would exclaim in disbelief upon seeing him and admit defeat.
In short, being Constantine's enemy might be tough, but being his friend means you're likely already halfway to the gates of hell.
Of course, there are benefits to being Constantine's friend, because you're guaranteed to win. Although victory is always achieved after countless hardships, the price of victory is often unacceptable.
Because that so-called price is you—my friend.
Such a fellow, even dogs would shake their heads and walk away in disdain.
Rip is so brave, to actually invite such a person?
Aaron said seriously, "Are you sure it's John Constantine? With an assistant named Charles?"
"I'm sure."
Rip nodded emphatically, quite pleased with himself. "Constantine is a family with a long tradition of sacred magic, and John is an outstanding individual among them, a master of dark magic with rich practical experience, who has defeated many demons."
"In the field of demons, he is absolutely the most professional and can provide us with the best advice. Believe me, he is definitely a reliable magic consultant."
"And he and Trigon seem to have some conflict? He's definitely our natural comrade-in-arms."
Conflict?
That's not surprising, it would be strange if there were no conflict.
Which named demon doesn't have conflict with Constantine? Uh... perhaps Lucifer?
Without a doubt, Trigon is another "victim."
Aaron had reason to suspect that if Trigon wasn't here because of the Three Fates, he was definitely here because of Constantine.
"Are you sure he's monitoring Trigon now, and not trying to summon other Hell Lords?" Aaron was very suspicious of Constantine's motives.
Rip was clearly somewhat bewildered, and Sara realized something was amiss. "Are you saying he's also one of the masterminds behind the world's destruction?"
Aaron shook his head. "No, what I mean is, he might be preparing to fight fire with fire, using one demon lord to restrain another."
Constantine had a record. Once, three demons simultaneously came to him to demand he fulfill his promises.
However, they discovered that Constantine had sold his soul three times, which meant none of the three demons could exclusively possess Constantine's soul. They even had to worry about heaven taking advantage of a potential war over soul ownership.
Reluctantly, they could only choose to heal Constantine, allowing him to continue living, rather than have his soul cause chaos in Hell after his death.
Clearly, these three demons didn't know that Constantine's audacity went far beyond that.
Three times? A hundred times that wouldn't be surprising.
And Constantine even tricked Lucifer, almost making it to heaven, forcing Lucifer to personally act as the attending physician to perform surgery on him and cure his lung cancer.
Besides Constantine, who else could have the privilege of having Lucifer as their attending physician to treat their illness?
Beyond that, Constantine had even deceived Batman and swindled Superman.
Being with such a person, it's hard to guarantee you won't be conned.
What's even more speechless is that Constantine is the man Lucifer has his eyes on.
Undoubtedly true love.
Aaron's words scared Rip and the others, making their faces turn pale.
No way, would Constantine really do that?
Wouldn't that just make an already rotten situation even worse?
Rip quickly contacted Constantine.
Soon after, a man in a beige trench coat, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, walked from a distance with his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, new help has arrived?"
Constantine's scrutinizing gaze swept over everyone, immediately drawn to Raven and Aaron.
So beautiful, so handsome, and so charismatic.
Constantine, feeling suave, exhaled a smoke ring and extended his right hand to Aaron. "Hello, handsome. I'm John Constantine, known as Timely Rain. Pleased to make your acquaintance and be your friend."
Here it comes, starting with "friend" immediately.
Constantine's smile was friendly, just a bit life-threatening.
Aaron glanced at his right hand and did not respond.
Constantine felt a little awkward, but his expression remained unfazed. With a flick of his right hand, a business card appeared.
He smiled. "This is my business card, a plain black magic expert who knows a billion little tricks."
In any other setting, this move of his would definitely pique curiosity and even investigation.
But for Aaron...
Constantine felt his right hand lighten, and he saw that the card had already fallen into Aaron's hand at some unknown point.
His expression changed.
This card was no ordinary business card, it was a psychic card, and he only had one.
Damn it, why does this situation feel wrong, a billion times over!
Constantine subconsciously looked at Rip and the others, who showed no surprise, seemingly finding this scene quite normal.
Who exactly is this guy, more handsome than a succubus? I misjudged him.
Aaron took the Magic card. This item was Constantine's "master key". As long as he showed it to someone, it would automatically transform into the corresponding identification according to his thoughts, enough to pass for real.
Through this card, Constantine had successively impersonated FBI, CIA, police, and so on. It could be said to be unfailingly effective.
Aaron casually devoured the Magic card.
The result was nothing.
He glanced at it and found that the Magic card was essentially "merely" a suggestive magic.
To Aaron, this magic was not worth mentioning at all.
"Where's my Magic card?"
Constantine looked left and right, but couldn't see his card in Aaron's hand.
"Handsome, this time I misjudged you. Turns out you're a super big shot. I apologize, please give me back my card. I'm sure for you, this thing is insignificant."
Constantine finally dropped his flippant demeanor, his expression becoming uncharacteristically serious.
The Magic card was quite important to him because, due to his profession, he had to deal with many people. Nothing was easier to gain the trust of police or passersby than an all-purpose identification card.
The guy in front of him was an exception. He could probably just flash his face, right?
"Don't be nervous, I have no interest in this trash."
Aaron made no effort to hide his disdain, it was a waste of emotion.
"Thank you, my friend."
Constantine smiled as he took the card, subtly checking if the Magic card had any issues.
"Friend? No need for that. I wouldn't want to die a mysterious death one day."
Aaron wiped his hands in disgust, as if contact with Constantine would bring bad luck, even though there had been no physical contact between them.
The others were confused by this, but Constantine knew his own situation. At least so far, no one who had been overly close to him had come to a good end.
However, he wouldn't admit it and retorted, "Buddy, I think you must have misunderstood something. I'm always very willing to help. I'm willing to lend a hand to even a stranger."
"In fact, in my thirty-odd years of life, I've helped countless people and banished countless demons. Believe me, when it comes to exorcism, I'm a professional."
Aaron scoffed, looking as if to say, "You can say what you want, but if I believe you, I lose."
Being Constantine's friend was probably the most dangerous profession in DC. Even though Aaron was confident in his strength, to be honest, he wasn't confident enough to defeat all demons.
The waters of this world ran deep.
***
[New Book]
Danmachi: Gourmet Hunter
Zephyr transmigrates to the world of DanMachi and activates a system. But there's a problem—it thinks he's in the world of Toriko and gives him corresponding mission.
[Hyena Gang]
[Capture Level: 2]
[The meat is terrible and has basically no edible value, but the trace amounts of Gourmet Cells present in the meat might bring a slight improvement.]
Hyena Gang? That's clearly a group of Goblins.
Is he supposed to eat Dungeon monsters to get stronger?