Just as the few of them sat in silent contemplation, a golden trajectory descended from the sky, crashing straight into the ground, sending up dust like an oil well eruption, reaching dozens of meters high.
"Oh, the man with a way has returned."
Albella flicked the ash from her cigarette, casually tilting her head, while Donna had already flown towards the spot where they had landed.
By the time she arrived, she saw that Deathstroke, with The Flash's help, was carrying an unconscious Diana out of a hole in the ground.
Barry raised a finger, signaling to wait a moment, and then picked up Diana.
After which, Diana disappeared, leaving Barry standing there.
He had sent Wonder Woman back to the Hall of Justice for a preliminary check-up to see if there were any serious injuries before locking her in the Static Prison, and while he was at it, he had a meeting with Batman in the Bullet Time Domain and grabbed a bite to eat.
Of course, all this happened so quickly that Donna couldn't see what he was doing at all.
Su Ming was a bit breathless; when he had taken Diana head-first into the ground earlier, at the last moment, he had found himself unable to shake her off. It was as if she intended for both of them to perish, clinging to him tightly.
He had no idea where she got such strength from.
However, this high-speed fall from a great height was just a moderate injury for someone with an X Metal skeleton like Su Ming.
Aside from coughing up blood, with all his internal organs damaged, a dislocated spine, and torn nerves, skin, and muscles, he wasn't in bad shape...
It's just that the healing factor made his breathing a bit labored, and he sat quietly at the edge of the crater, calming his killer instincts.
"Diana's injuries are similar to Batman's, but her recovery ability is stronger than his. Once the Final Machine heals her, she'll be fine soon."
Barry helped Deathstroke up off the ground and took him with Donna to a safer, more secluded place, allowing Su Ming to rest easy.
"How are you feeling?"
Donna reached out to help Su Ming remove his helmet, only to be shocked by what she saw.
Aside from the eye covered by a mask, Deathstroke was bleeding from all six orifices, obviously a sign of severe trauma and internal damage.
She had seen Amazon Warriors hit by Magic Beasts bleed from their facial features like this before dying shortly after.
Incidentally, on Paradise Island, the treatment plan for that warrior at the time was to pray to the gods...
"Cough, pfft."
Su Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling a burning sensation in his chest and a buzzing in his head.
But this couldn't kill a Super Soldier; he still had fighting capability.
"It's just an injury, not a big deal. How's the battlefield looking?"
Donna looked at Deathstroke skeptically, knowing that he was a modified person but only slightly stronger than Batman physically.
Why was it that while her sister Diana passed out, Deathstroke could still communicate clearly with her?
That's because her understanding of Deathstroke was still limited to the older generation of her native world, and now there was no comparison between Su Ming and that Deathstroke.
But she didn't think too deeply about it and instead brought up the situation over there.
"Hecate holds the advantage on the battlefield, and Kushina is about to fall."
Su Ming nodded, indicating for her to continue. He had seen the situation from the sky, where the two goddesses made quite the spectacle.
He let go of Barry's supporting hand, strangulation could help him maintain his balance.
"And Constantine is about to die."
Donna said urgently.
He raised an eyebrow; Zha Kang dying?
Su Ming's first reaction was that it couldn't be true. No matter who died, that guy wouldn't, as cunning as a fox and with a heart blacker than any demon.
He figured Kang was planning to fake his death, maybe to trick Zatanna into kissing him, or as a new means of avoiding debt?
But seeing Donna's anxious expression made him suddenly understand when she mentioned Demon's Blood.
So the energy source keeping him going had run out, huh? No big deal, Hell had plenty of blood to spare, Demon's Blood? How many tons do you need?
"Barry."
The Flash immediately caught on and took the two of them back to the gathering of everyone else.
Seeing Deathstroke 'bleeding from all six orifices,' everyone was slightly surprised, but he casually wiped it away and focused on Constantine.
He seemed to indeed be near death, his mouth like a fountain, coughing up large amounts of blood, leaving the ground soaked as if he had wet himself.
"Tsk tsk, what's happened to our Dark Arts Master?"
Seeing others more seriously injured than himself improved Su Ming's mood.
"Your tone sounds like Satan, made me feel a little better... I'm about to die, could you jot down my last words?" Constantine spat out more blood, dodging Su Ming's sarcasm.
Bo Bo's greatest regret was not being by the side of the Master of the Dark Night when he perished, and now he was more than happy to help Constantine record his last words.
He quickly pulled out his notebook.
"What last words? I won't let you die, and you won't just die yet... Albella, send him to Hell."
Su Ming interrupted the somber scene, pointing down at the ground.
Albella shook her head slightly, her expression strange: "Now's not exactly a good time for a trip to Hell."
"It's fine, just throw him to the demons; he'll survive on his own," Su Ming was confident. Just a battlefield of demons and angels, Constantine would thrive there.
Would he die without the blood of the 'Fallen One'? In fact, no, any Hell Demon King or even Otherworldly Demon King's blood would do.
If those aren't available, even High-Tier Angels' blood could suffice.
If the bad news was that Constantine had to drink blood to survive Hell... then the good news is... there's plenty of blood!
Albella shrugged; since Deathstroke had completed the thinking portion, she had nothing more to say. Whether Constantine survived downstairs wasn't her problem.
Every time Constantine went to Hell, it was usually through semi-suicidal magical array setups; this time, he couldn't manage it himself.
And since Albella was more powerful and had good relations with Lucifer, her teleportation was more direct, sending him right into the center of Lucifer's domain.
She took a deep breath, adjusted her magic, and teleported Constantine straight to Black Stone Castle.
Then she instantly closed the teleportation gate, leaving Zatanna, who had intended to follow, falling into emptiness.
Zatanna, with a disheveled appearance, climbed up from the ground, glaring at Albella, who merely smoked her cigarette coolly, ignoring her completely.
When dealing with demons, the fewer people involved, the better. A powerless Zatanna in Hell would just become demon fodder.
Albella didn't feel the need to explain as Zatanna wasn't paying her anyway.
Speaking of which, on the other side, Constantine got thrown on top of Black Stone Castle, where Albella had impeccably calculated he would drop right into the hole Su Ming had dug earlier.
Down the dark, icy passage, he was like trash sliding through a chute, landing right in the Throne Room.
He spewed blood again, clutching his chest in pain and rolling over.
It wasn't so much that he couldn't get up as realizing he had fallen into a demon mob. Only catching a glance as he fell, he thought to take his time observing.
All the Demon Kings of Hell, named or not, were having a roundtable meeting there.
He landed on the table like a piece of human sashimi, with many demons drooling the instant they set eyes on him.
Such a filthy soul, delicious...
Indeed, many of Constantine's acquaintances were present, including the Fallen One, Asasel, Beelzebub, and other Seven Deadly Sins, liberated Maggie Ken and her subordinates, Eastern Faction's Izunaami no Mikoto and her brother.
The Hell Demon Kings had gathered there, all except Lucifer.
Seeing enough of this, Constantine realized he wouldn't die this time; he sat up on the table, fishing out a cigarette and lighting it skilfully.
Wiping the blood from his lips, he gave a provocative grin at Satan, beginning to con... I mean, eloquently converse.
"Anyone who wants my soul, now's your chance..."