[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

Atal exhausted all his restraint to keep himself from avoiding those eager hands.

The black-robed man in the corner of the monastery moved silently and lit the candlesticks in several directions. In the salty sea breeze, the candles swayed slightly in the same direction, and there was a quiet and anxious atmosphere in the air.

And the man in a black robe with a black goat mask on his head rested his forehead on the ground, and didn't get up for a long time. His hands stretched forward again, but he was trapped one foot away from him by invisible forces...

Atal looked at Constantine, who withdrew his hand, as if he wasn't the one who used the magic just now.

But the black goat mask didn't seem to care about the barrier at all, it caused his fingers to leave bloodstains with bone-deep blood after touching it, and he still tried to penetrate the bondage that was isolated between them, making a whoo-ho sound from his mouth ,There was blood slowly sliding down from the lower edge of the mask, dripping on the ground, gathering in the pool of blood on Atar's feet.

...It was all worth it to get close to it, he thought obsessively.

Atal watched his fingers break off one by one, and finally twisted into the appearance of dry branches, which seemed to coincide with the branches of those weird towns in a trance.

But when he bent to this point, he tried to touch the toe of Atar's shoe, curled his hands together, and spoke an ancient language that Atar could not understand.

Seeing that the opponent's broken finger was about to break through that layer of barrier, Atar still stood there——

Instead, his curiosity was piqued, wanting to know what he was up to.

In the beginning, Atar was still on guard, not knowing why they looked at him with uncomfortable eyes.

But as time passed, it became clear that he didn't feel hostility from them, and more obviously...they obviously regarded him as someone worthy of admiration.

--This is a problem.

If any branches were triggered in the past, the system will remind him immediately.

But this time, it didn't say a word, which only shows that this matter is included in the mission he has accepted, and it is probably related to the mission of the Assassin Alliance in Star City.

Atal leaned slightly, the black goat mask raised his face, and they met their eyes in mid-air. The latter seemed to be blessed by God, and his whole body was convulsed with excitement.

... He actually felt that he was a little pitiful.

As if bewitched, Atar stretched out his hand towards the other party, as if he wanted to touch this believer who was so excited by his strong emotions that even his physical pain was ignored.

But the person who told him not to act rashly at first became impatient.

Constantine, who was standing beside him, moved. He suddenly stepped in front of Atar, blocked the two of them, pushed Atar back, and kicked the man in black hard.

For an instant, Atar could hear the sound of the bridge of the other's nose breaking, and immediately, blood gushed out from under the mask.

Caught off guard, the goat mask was kicked away. He rolled a few times on the ground and hit the nearest bench, making a muffled bang.

Atar felt a pain for him when he heard it, and sure enough, the other party had no way to get up again, and immediately fell into a state of unconsciousness.

A dagger flung out from the cuff of the opponent's wide black robe and landed on the ground with a clear slap, then slid aside along the sticky blood, leaving clear traces of reflection in the cold moonlight. Breaking the weird atmosphere at the moment.

He glanced at Constantine, who pinched Attar's fingers dangling under the wide cuff comfortingly, and said to him in a low voice, "...don't talk."

Constantine picked up the dagger, held it in his hand, and turned it around carelessly. His fingers were pale with well-defined knuckles, which looked even more beautiful under the moonlight.

A crow started up from one end of the bench, fluttered its wings and tried to fly away from the breach in the stained glass, making mocking cackles.

The dagger drew a sharp curve in mid-air, but it didn't injure the person holding the knife at all, but was held by the opponent instead—this was a signal to attack.

Then, Constantine threw the dagger, it broke through the air, made a hissing sound of tearing the air, and firmly nailed the crow to the bench.

The crow struggled for a while, and a few of its pitch-black feathers fell off, but it was completely useless to restore the loss of life.

The bird's claws dangled in mid-air, and the blood dripped down the groove of the dagger on the ground, making the sound of the water tap not being tightened.

The air was silent, leaving only this tiny sound, which was amplified infinitely.

In just a few seconds, it stopped breathing completely.

The rest of the masked people did not turn their attention to the dagger, but turned to Constantine, their movements were neat and slow, as silent as a short video with the sound turned on, as if they were all helpless. The doll of life has a strange sense of terror.

But neither of the two present was intimidated.

If someone looks down at this small and dilapidated monastery at this moment, they will find a fact that makes people tremble all over.

That is, one of the candles that were originally lit at the five corners was extinguished, which happened to correspond to the position where the crow was startled, indicating that Constantine's action was not on a whim, but had been prepared for a long time.

He destroyed the symbol that was too familiar to Atal, whether it was in dreams or those suicide scenes, it was full of symbols.

"You guys are doing a terrible job," Constantine said.

His voice was not loud, but he circled like spreading wings in the silent monastery, and the entire dark crowd could hear him.

"I know what you're craving," Constantine continued, with a bit of authority, "but you're doing it wrong."

"I don't want you to continue to commit similar suicides in Star City. That's not what I mean. I know you want to attract its attention, but it doesn't need you."

Atal was slightly startled, so it was like this.

In other words, all the weird suicide cases collected in his diary are related to this group of people?

It seems that it is not uncommon to use living people to sacrifice. For this group of people, it should be so.

He felt a sudden rush of thirst, as if something was burning angrily, and his soul left this irritating heavy body, and then watched everything indifferently.

But this pair of shells restrained him, making him firmly tied to the ground by gravity, listening to a group of rabble here, and letting the wind of this world scrape his side face.

Just at this time, the black goat mask who had fainted woke up, and he said in a trembling voice, facing the direction of Atar, and said in that illusory voice that seemed to be unreliable: "...No, It doesn't need it, but you do."

"Your appearance here shows that everything we have done is worthwhile... You, you finally noticed us."

He let out a low cry: "I thought you wouldn't care about us."

"...You are the key to welcome it, as long as you are here, it has a chance to appear."

Constantine, who had already entered the performance state beside Atar, frowned under the mask. He didn't expect this guy to wake up suddenly and make such a series of declarations against him.

And his hand was still in the upward gesture, so stiff in mid-air that it was slightly sore.

"Get angry."

Constantine's voice sounded beside his ears, he gently reminded him, and at the same time lowered his hand and poked Atar's lower back.

……angry?

How should he be angry?

In other words, why is he wearing a mask, wrapped in a black robe that can't see his figure at all, showing angry emotions?

This was really difficult for Atar suddenly, and Constantine's impracticality made him feel a little irritated again.

He stood there ignorant, like a statue for all to see, no different from the cobwebbed icon in the abandoned monastery, and it was an offense.

But all eyes were on him again, turning Atar into a third-rate dramatist who seemed to need to temporarily drive ducks to perform on the shelves.

However, his audience is a group of ants that look like an evil secret order, and they will die easily if they are crushed hard.

angry?His thoughts gradually drifted away, and he felt an inhuman anger squeezed out of his chest, and he was very angry now.

Then, Atal lifted his foot and stepped on the ground.

This was not a little girl's coquettish action, because following his strength, cracks gradually appeared from the position where he stepped on the ground, and the monastery shook for a while, and soon approached calm.

But this is far from the end, because the danger only appears abruptly after a moment of calm, like a sea pretending to be peaceful before a storm, a cover before an attack.

--it has started.

The string of cracks seemed to have consciousness, they made a hissing sound like thunder and lightning, and sprang out from the soles of Atal's shoes like snakes under the World Tree, cruising on the closed ground, digging new paths, hungry and thirsty The ground devoured the soil on the ground, leaving deep gullies trailing behind, like the shattered backbone of human beings.

The sea surface that can be seen from the monastery has changed from calm to turbulent, echoing the surging waves as if mourning, making bursts of ridicules washing the shore, as if playing tricks on the insignificant bugs.

Those humans who were still manipulating the boats on the sea let out exclamations of alarm, and the sound of fear was transmitted to Atar's ears along the salty sea wind, but was quickly covered by the creaking movement of the building collapse...

The monastery finally couldn't bear the coercion, and it fell down with the tide of the ground like a sailboat.

Constantine looked up, and the roof had been cracked, just revealing the stars above his head at night, and their star positions revealed an ominous sign.

The walls of the monastery collapsed, exposing the bones buried inside... This is what they did for three years to attract his attention.

The graves of those who had committed suicide were dug up, carrion removed, ribs taken, and buried within the walls of this monastery, they fashioned for him the pure primordial ground of his appearance.

……

And those people in black robes all knelt down, then turned into a few wisps of black smoke, and disappeared in place.

They got a satisfactory answer.

Only Attar and Constantine were left. The storm blew Attar's black hood up, revealing that impeccable face. His expression was slightly blank, and the sea in Star City finally calmed down again. It's as if everything is over.

Konstantin held his forehead, put one hand in the windbreaker pocket of his robe, and breathed in: "...Hey, I'm in trouble, really, really in trouble."

...he screwed up again, Constantine thought irritably.

He just wants to solve it in a low-key way...but...

Constantine didn't make it clear.

The changes in Atal's body have exceeded his expectations, and Constantine made a mistake, so his arrogance messed up the infiltration...

Atal looked at him, caught off guard by his head, and rubbed his face.

Then Constantine let go of his hand. He anxiously smoked out the cigarette, but did not light it. He bit his lips and asked vaguely, "Who is your guardian now?"

... Inexplicably feeling like being called a parent by the dean, Atar thought, he was a little panicked.

——But obviously you brought me out to cause trouble!

"The bar? I remember correctly they were waiting for you there."

Konstantin kicked away the stone at his feet, exhaled, and then continued to speak slowly: "I will send you back now, and then we will go to see him together and explain everything that the Justice League Dark has found, and you will understandable."

...It's not his fault, he thought that this would stop everything, there was no need for more action.

But it turns out that he made a mistake, he should have found Atar earlier, instead of being in such an embarrassing situation as he is now...

John Constantine is the leader of the Dark Justice League, a group that deals with evil magic affairs, has some connections with the Justice League, and protects the world in the dark.

And he came to Star City this time to solve the problem of serious spiritual pollution and heretics permeating the city, but everything will not be as easy as Constantine thought...

Just like now, this big movement is not his original intention.

——He single-handedly caused Atal's exposure in the dark world, and indirectly promoted the plan of the Assassin's League.

"I helped the League of Assassins," he whispered.

I'm going to be miserable, Constantine thought, surrounded by corpses, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette