American comics start with Zha Kang’s apprentice

"I don't understand..." Diana frowned and looked at Gil Presto in front of her.

John Constantine, 1979.

There is also a calendar recording the year 1979 in the bar where the First Fallen was.

Diana certainly knew the importance of 1979. It was a special year when Superman disappeared, causing a series of troubles. It was also the year when the Joker took the opportunity to imprison her and Batman in an endless cycle of nightmares. It was also the year on which she lived. The year of destruction.

It was also the year that the mysterious man Chen Yu, who was traveling with John Constantine, arrived in this multiverse.

But why John Constantine? Doesn't everything revolve around that Chen Yu?

Andre is destined to become Chen Yu's puppet. He will become an important secret chess player and even avoid the surveillance of God and Lucifer.

And isn't this flashpoint now built with Chen Yu as the core?

"Don't ask me, Diana. I just want the power to return me to glory. Once we have seen the beauty of controlling life, we are destined to never go back." Jill's eyes were a little dim, but And still contains the fire of the addict's desire, "I must find that power, I must..."

"That's not controlling life, my dear, it's just a lie of desire. What you see is just the mirror image created for you by the demonic power, and that power takes advantage of you." Diana said earnestly.

Since Diana left Paradise Island, she has seen too many people addicted to desire. Many of them are like Jill now. They are unwilling to give up the power that can easily change their lives.

"No! You don't understand anything Diana!" Jill suddenly raised her head. She glared at Diana, her eyes full of resentment and deep jealousy. "Look at you! You are so glamorous! You were born with Extraordinary power! You were born a princess! You have never experienced the pain of mortals! Especially us little people who are humble and seeking survival! We are not even a small annotation of fate! We are just fleeting. Motes of dust! Desire? Just like you want to be a great warrior! Just like you want to be a powerful hero! It's all desire! All we even want is a better life! Don't we even deserve these? "

Diana looked at Gil in silence and shook her head. She was not denying Gil's advice, she was just lamenting the injustice and helplessness of the world.

Jill didn't know that Diana never wanted to be a hero. She just did everything she could. She also saw those moments of powerlessness. She even watched her former friends die in her own body. before.

There has never been a Wonder Woman, she is just a puppet of the Olympian gods, and they only gave Diana powers to compete for the benefits of faith.

Condescending?

Diana felt powerless and sad more than once, but she knew she could only persevere, otherwise she would lose herself.

The pursuit of greater power is a path of no return, because desire will make you never satisfied, just like today's war.

All the gods have gone crazy, and they are unable to extricate themselves from the whirlpool of destruction.

This is not a correct path. I am afraid there is no correct path. There are only winners and losers.

After all, Jill couldn't get the power she wanted, and she probably knew it, but she didn't want to give up any chance. Even if she knew it was a lie, she would choose to believe it.

She is just a poor woman struggling to live, one of the many living beings who deceives herself into living.

Jill fell silent after venting her anger. She calmed down her emotions, and finally turned around and left coldly, "You will see John Constantine, Diana, and you will know what you should do, just like' Dead people' like that, and I can't give an answer because that might skew history, that's what he told me."

"Him?" Diana didn't chase after him. She knew that if Jill didn't want to tell the whole truth, she would never tell him.

There was a higher power above them, and Jill wouldn't resist, she still wanted to live, she hadn't lost all hope.

Gil waved his hand and walked out of the woods again without saying another word.

In the darkness, only Diana remained. She now only knows the time and place she is in, but she does not know which parallel reality she is in.

Diana stood there thinking, she could leave, she could refuse to accept Jill's commission. After she saw the events that Andre had experienced, she began to doubt everything that was going on now.

If Chen Yu just uses all his power and life to make him the master who transcends everything, then Diana is destroying the entire creation.

If what Chen Yu did was indeed turning the tide, once Diana gave up or blocked it, the entire creation would also be destroyed.

Diana discovers that whether it is herself, the "Dead Man", the First Fallen, and everyone who will be involved because of contact with her, they will face a situation where they cannot choose.

Because the outcome is predetermined.

Fate.

Diana heard the source of this tragedy from Gil's mouth.

But now, this word seems to have become a concrete form of power that absolutely covers the sky with one hand.

Diana suddenly felt that this was the power that Jill seemed to have had and was now struggling to pursue.

The power that can make her life destined to success, the power that can filter out the only certain path.

"Who's there?" A man's suspicious voice suddenly sounded in the air.

Diana saw a man in a trench coat standing in the dark woods. The cigarette he held in his mouth shone with a spark of fire.

John Constantine.

no doubt.

Diana was not familiar with this notorious ruffian in the wizarding world, but as long as she came into contact with him once, everyone would remember this madman.

"Wait... that outfit looks familiar." John approached slowly and cautiously. He still did not panic, but looked at Diana carefully, "If it is not a girl from a certain club, then there is only one person who would wear something like this... Fantastic clothes, but as far as I know, the man died in battle not long ago.”

John stood still in front of Diana, staring at Diana with his malicious and cunning eyes, "Either I'm crazy, or hell is trying to punish me again. But me and those transvestite idiots There is no friendship, what do you want?"

John took out a crumpled note from his pocket, undoubtedly written by Jill.

"This isn't a date, is it?" John didn't smile. He knew this was too strange, and Diana was definitely not a dead person crawling out of the grave.

"I need your help, John." Diana finally said reluctantly, "I think I need to know what is happening in this world, and then... I will know what I can give you."

The corners of John's mouth began to rise.

Diana hurriedly added before John could speak, "What I want is the truth, John, don't play tricks, this is related to the rise and fall of your world."

"I've always been honest, ma'am." John shrugged.