Having gained a wave of new abilities, Aaron's gaze towards Constantine became much more favorable.
But soon, he discovered that due to the dark aura resistance buff, the demon marks on Constantine were suppressed.
Except for one mark that remained the most resilient and unaffected, the other Demon Lord and Archduke-level marks became weak, seemingly about to break at any moment.
Aaron glanced at him and said abruptly, "Let's not waste time, we should deal with Trigon first."
With that, Aaron led the way, pulling Sara and Raven in one direction.
The others, including Constantine, were a bit puzzled.
Aaron always seemed so confident, maintaining that relaxed and casual demeanor throughout, but why now, after buffing Constantine, had he uncharacteristically changed?
Although he was still very confident, within that confidence, there seemed to be a hint of solemnity.
Has a new storm arrived?
And, could it be even more terrifying than Trigon?
No, it must be my imagination.
Rip and the others dared not think further and quickly followed Aaron.
Constantine stood in place, thought for a moment, and then suddenly remembered something. His face, which had gradually recovered after Aaron's departure, turned dark again.
"No way, it's happening again?!"
"Wait, how many demons will it be this time? They're not all going to come to this world for a party, are they? Hiss... this time I'm really going to die."
"Aaron, your expression... seems a bit off? What happened?"
Raven noticed Aaron's emotional change and, not knowing how to comfort him, instinctively gripped his hand tightly, hoping to convey warmth and love through this method.
Sara's expression was grim as she asked, "Could it be that Trigon has started to act?"
Aaron shook his head. "No, but it might be much more serious than that."
"The Demon Lords of Hell might be coming here for a party."
"Huh?"
Sara's eyes widened, and her heart tightened. "Is it because of Constantine?"
"He wasn't wrong, he has many demon marks on him. The buff I gave him suppressed those demon marks. If nothing unexpected happens, the owners of the marks might notice Constantine's unusual state."
"Although they cannot directly come to this world, they will certainly send avatars to ensure Constantine remains within their controllable range."
As Aaron spoke, he thought of the only mark unaffected by the buff.
If he wasn't mistaken, the owner of that mark could only be one person: the Fallen Angel Lucifer Morningstar.
This situation could be described as stirring up a hornet's nest of demons.
If things went wrong, a hundred demons roaming at night would be commonplace.
"The top priority now is to quickly deal with Trigon and then send Constantine back. Only then can this world return to normal and not be targeted by demons."
To be honest, Aaron had considered this situation might arise, but what he hadn't expected was that those Demon Lords were more 'low' than he had imagined.
The demon marks were surprisingly easy to suppress.
You're Demon Lords, for crying out loud.
Are Demon Lords this weak these days?
Fortunately, Lucifer was still as powerful as ever. Otherwise, if he had also gotten involved, that would have been truly interesting.
Sara instinctively wanted to kick Constantine away, but after thinking about it, it seemed they were the ones who had invited him in the first place.
Now they were going to kick him out... Well, it's better to finish this quickly.
At this moment, Constantine ran over from afar with a bitter expression.
This time, he was truly scared. "Boss, can I still be saved?"
Aaron didn't speak, his eyes said it all.
Constantine gulped. "Actually... I think I can still be rescued."
Aaron said seriously, "Don't worry, I'll arrange a one-stop service for you then."
Constantine's face grew even more bitter.
Aaron had actually already withdrawn the dark aura resistance buff, but unfortunately, Constantine couldn't escape this time.
The Demon Lords would inevitably come to take a look. Even just a glance would be enough to make one feel both ecstatic and agonizing, a near-death experience.
Of course, Constantine would probably be fine.
But the people around him...
I hope Charles's life can hold on a bit longer.
— — —
Metropolis.
Raging flames were rapidly destroying everything here.
The once luxurious modern Metropolis no longer possessed its former prosperity. All that remained were flames and wails.
And from within those flames, emerged squad after squad of bizarre, otherworldly demons.
These were not visitors from Hell, but rather from outside dimensions, from the dark places beyond the realm of reality.
The Justice League members were struggling to resist Trigon's demonic legion in Metropolis.
But these Superheroes, who protected the world, could only protect themselves when facing extradimensional demons.
Even the powerful Superman and intelligent Batman could only rage impotently at the ruined Metropolis.
Clark's eyes were already red. He watched this familiar world that he guarded and loved being devoured by extradimensional Hellfire. He watched his friends and strangers who used to greet him, die tragically at the hands of demons.
His high-temperature heat vision seemed to possess endless energy, never ceasing from the very beginning.
Clark's muscles bulged, veins popped, and he was like a maddened bull, efficiently and brutally slaughtering every demon in sight.
This situation had lasted for three days and three nights.
He couldn't remember how many demons he had killed, but the demons before him seemed endless, impossible to wipe out.
Initially, the war's origin was near the central area of Metropolis.
Trigon's appearance and the battle with three unknown deities caused the demons to run rampant.
Even though he immediately summoned the Justice League, the crisis was not quelled.
Three days passed.
They retreated from the central area to the edge of Metropolis.
Millions of humans were killed or injured.
Although Clark was unwilling to admit it, the reality was that the Metropolis he knew was beyond saving.
As night fell, Clark, who had been fighting intensely for three days and three nights, felt his body growing weaker. His current strength was less than a tenth of what it once was.
His Steel Body, which was always tireless, surprisingly felt a rare sense of weakness.
He was tired.
Superman... had lost.
Batman was breathing heavily, his tattered Batsuit, he didn't know which one it was anymore.
Facing demons whose individual strength far surpassed mortals, even with various technological enhancements, Batman was on the verge of exhaustion.
If not for the last breath of will in his heart, he would have probably collapsed long ago, unable to rise again.
In this war, not only had Superman lost, but Batman and the Justice League had also lost.
The demons came too suddenly, without any preparation.
Facing these unruly guys, even Batman temporarily had no good solution.
"We can't go on like this. So far, we've only been fighting a group of low to mid-level demons. The higher-level demons that appeared before, and Trigon himself, have yet to show up."
"I have a premonition that if we continue to weaken, he will wipe us out in one fell swoop."
"Let's retreat first."
Clark was unwilling. "But Metropolis..."
"There is no Metropolis anymore!"
Batman looked at him. "Clark, I know you love this city, but you must face reality."
"As long as we are still here, we will eventually return."
"Even if it means rebuilding..."
"Now we need to contact the military. We must give these demons a harsh blow to temporarily curb their offensive."
Clark clenched his fists.
Nuclear bombs? If those terrifying weapons were dropped, Metropolis would have no chance of rebuilding for decades to come.
Was this the result they had fought for three days to achieve?
Aquaman comforted, "Clark, at least we have bought time for the survivors to evacuate. We have done our best."
"If there's truly no other way, I can try to unleash a giant wave to temporarily submerge Metropolis, but I need time to prepare. You know, even with the trident, controlling the Atlantic Ocean isn't easy."
Batman said in a deep voice, "But that's only if these demons fear the ocean. I don't think these bastards would be afraid of seawater."
"This Hellfire, even water can't extinguish it."
Aquaman frowned. "We have to try."
"As long as we can buy some time, I can rally the armies of The Seven Kingdoms to fight against the demons together."
At this moment, a green figure descended from the sky—it was Green Lantern Hal Jordan.
"I have already notified The Guardians of the Universe on Oa. It won't be long before the Green Lantern Corps gathers from all corners of the universe."
"This is not just a human war, but a threat to all those who uphold justice throughout the universe."
Aquaman's heart brightened upon hearing this, and he smiled. "It seems our various forces will once again unite to fight the demon invasion: humans, Atlantis, the Green Lantern Corps... Now all that's missing are the gods and the Amazons."
"It's a pity that the Amazons completely disappeared decades ago, sealing off their island. No one knows where they are, and no one can contact them."
Aquaman sighed, then said with renewed vigor, "But the forces we are about to gather are already enough."
"Before long, everything we've lost will be reclaimed, and Trigon will be defeated."
Aquaman hadn't finished speaking when Hal Jordan received a green light communication. The green lantern ring drew the green light into his mind, and then the face of this warrior, known as the greatest Green Lantern, turned pale.
Aquaman asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Hal Jordan was silent for a moment, then said, "There's no backup. The Guardians of the Universe are unwilling to let the Green Lantern Corps suffer losses for Earth."
"They... are scared."
"What in the hell are these damned demons?!"
Hal Jordan couldn't hide his disappointment.
Today it was Metropolis. Next, it could be Gotham and Coast City.
Even if his green light's energy was almost depleted, they had no way out.
Metropolis's today was the tomorrow of the cities they protected.
If... if Coast City were to be in trouble, he swore he would go mad. Even if it meant embracing darkness, he would make this world feel pain.
The Flash, Barry Allen, ran out from afar at this moment, chewing on chocolate and saying, "Hey guys, looks like some bad news?"
"Then can you listen to my intel? I saw a group of people arrive in Metropolis on the way. If nothing unexpected happens, they are our helpers."
A glimmer of hope rose in Clark's heart again.
At this time, as long as they were reinforcements, whether they were heroes or villains, they were Clark's friends.
But Batman was not at all optimistic. "Tell them to leave immediately. We're going to make a big move. There's no need for any more meaningless sacrifices."
"One week! Give us one more week!"
"We will assemble an unprecedented army and drive all the demons back!"
He used the influence of the Wayne Corporation to force the White House and Congress to pass a joint resolution. The Five Permanent Members and the United Nations were currently in an emergency mobilization.
In a week, the first batch of two million troops would be ready to land.
In the next month, tens of millions of troops would head to the battlefield, plus the Justice League and The Seven Kingdoms of Atlantis, victory would be theirs.
"I can't wait that long." Clark disagreed.