"Seraph...Seraph..."
Constantine's mind went blank and he swallowed subconsciously.
Those are the highest-ranking messengers of God in heaven, the only seven Seraphs under the throne of God!
He had been fortunate enough to deal with one of the Seraphs, so no matter how powerful these supreme beings were, just the pressure they released was enough to destroy a city where hundreds of thousands of people gathered.
No matter how much dark magic Wilbur knows and how much forbidden knowledge he possesses, he is only a human being after all. How could he be one of the only seven Seraphs under God and the supreme being who can compete with the Demon King of Hell? How about a sacred creature imprisoned in such a disgusting and blasphemous place?
"Constantine..."
"Constantine..."
"Constantine..."
The calling voice became clearer and clearer.
Constantine was slightly startled and found that through the turbid blood liquid, the woman in the culture tank opened her eyes.
Huh~
At this moment, everything seemed to be still.
Constantine has felt this power, and he knows that this is the 'still time' unique to angels.
In the past, when Gabriel occasionally appeared in front of him, he would often stop the flow of time around him. The advantage was that it would prevent mortals from seeing the true face of the angel, which would cause unnecessary trouble in the future.
However, for now, time has stopped.
What he is even more curious about now is which of the seven Seraphs the imprisoned Seraph in front of him is.
Seraph's eyes are extremely pure, like alexandrites that have been carefully carved by divine craftsmen without any flaws. But if you look closely, you can find that there is a dazzling circle around the edge of those emerald green pupils. The golden flame, like hot and blazing molten lava, is slowly flowing in the eyes.
"Constantine...you're finally here."
Seraph's pupils moved slowly and fixed on Constantine, flashing a look of pain.
Through the culture tank and the dirty blood, the angel's voice sounded directly in his mind, which made Constantine stunned for half a second, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face: "It's you... who's been calling me ?"
"Yes...I'm calling you."
The pain in Seraph's eyes grew stronger, and he said very weakly: "I need your power to rescue me from here. There is no time. Constantine, I...can't hold on for much longer." , they...are contaminating me.”
"Wait...contamination?"
An idea flashed through Constantine's mind, and he suddenly thought of a terrible idea. He couldn't help but gasped: "So it turns out that the people who died here and those suffering souls are all trying to corrupt and pollute you?"
"That's right... because only in this way can my wings of Seraph be weakened." Seraph said with a gossamer voice: "That man... wants to occupy my body, I can feel it. Yeah, its consciousness is flowing inside, waiting for the moment when I can’t hold on any longer.”
"I see...I understand!"
Constantine had read a lot about black magic, and he suddenly understood it after listening to it.
The filthy blood flowing in this cultivation tank comes from those humans who were tortured to death. For a sacred and pure existence like her, it is tantamount to a great blasphemy, eroding the clean body of God all the time.
But if it were just like this, it would not be able to pollute a Seraph.
The Seraph Wings, even as His symbol, are a powerful source of power given to them by God.
So Wilbur used the second method, which was to collect the tortured and painful souls, mix them into the culture tank, and corrode the wings of the Seraph through the incantations engraved on the outside!
The wails and screams of those painful souls, accompanied by endless negative emotions, were like a storm after the spell was strengthened hundreds of times, constantly impacting Seraph's strong spiritual barrier.
Once Seraph's wings are corroded and contaminated, he will completely lose the protection of divine power.
And then, that was the opportunity Wilbur was waiting for!
It will completely occupy this body of God created by God, and then become a high-altitude God!
Constantine understood everything. It turned out that this was the so-called "god plan"!
Using the evil and filthy power extracted from the dead humans in the city to pollute Seraph's clean soul and sacred wings, he finally took Seraph's divine body as his own, and Li Daitao became the God of Angels.
It is simply unimaginable what kind of disaster would happen if such an evil being took over the body of a Seraph. Just thinking about it made Constantine feel the hairs on his body standing on end, and he vowed that he would never let Wilbur's plan succeed. !
"Wait a minute, I'll rescue you right away!"
Constantine directly took out the Holy Hunter and refilled it with the sacred bullets engraved with blessings. At the same time, he did not forget to bargain with Seraph and said: "These are the bullets that Gabriel blessed, wait until I save you." When the time comes, remember to give me a few more blessings."
Seraph didn't speak, maybe because he was too weak. Of course, it can't be ruled out that it was because he was too shameless.
Soon the two sacred bullets were loaded. Constantine held up the Holy Hunter with both hands, aimed the two huge black muzzles at the position above the culture tank, and pulled the trigger hard with his index finger.
boom! boom!
Flames sprayed out from the muzzle of the gun, and accompanied by a huge roar from the firearm, two golden bullets were pushed out of the gun chamber, as if piercing the dark dawn.
The corners of Constantine's mouth raised as he watched the trajectory of the two golden bullets. He was about to touch the culture tank. When he thought everything was stable, he saw a black shadow flashing next to him, passing by at an even more alarming speed!
Boom——
The bullet stopped in front of the culture tank and was stopped firmly by a hand. It seemed as if it hit the metal, splashing with dazzling sparks and making a crisp and dull sound.
"I knew it......"
The look of surprise on Constantine's face flashed away, and he slowly put down the Holy Hunter with his hands. Looking at the face that gradually became clearer, he couldn't help but sigh and said: "No matter what I want to do, unexpected It always comes faster than planned.”
The face was very three-dimensional, with a hooked nose and thin lips, typical Caucasian features. His brown hair was meticulously combed back. He was wearing a straight suit and looked very aristocratic.
"Wow~ You're lucky!"
Constantine whistled and tightened his grip on the Sacred Hunt.
The face in front of him was the aristocratic man he had seen in the hotel banquet hall, and he was also the culprit who caused this disaster, committed heinous crimes, and wanted to become a god in a human body - Wei Alb Whateley!
"John Constantine..."
Wilbur Whateley's eyes were sinister, and he squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "I have ruined my plan several times. I thought that erasing your memory would minimize the impact, but I didn't expect that you would still be the one to destroy me." I woke her up, if I had known I should have killed you!"
