Its plan to ascend to the gods should have been perfect!
But he never expected that after a hundred secrets, Constantine broke into this place, and happened to wake up the sleeping Seraph!
This move caused Seraph, who was about to be contaminated and corrupted, to suddenly gather some divine power and build a defense at the spiritual level, delaying its parasitic plan for more than ten minutes.
Damn it... Damn it!
If he hadn't been entangled by that terrifying man and killed a body using unknown means, causing confusion in his brain and memory, and he couldn't care to explore the situation here for a while, how could he not have discovered that someone had broken into the factory!
The Seraph revived, delaying the plan to ascend to God by ten minutes.
For Wilbur Whateley, who was pursuing a smooth plan, this was an unacceptable result. After all, no one could guarantee what would happen in these ten minutes!
Everything is possible!
The closer the plan is to success, the less likely it is to relax.
There are many examples in real life of those who thought they were sure of victory, but ended up being reversed. This happened just once, so we must be more vigilant now.
"You...damn it!"
Wilbur Whateley's eyes were filled with anger, and he wanted to tear Constantine alive. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see if you can escape from me alive without the angels helping you this time." !”
"Wait a minute......."
Constantine's face changed slightly, and the sense of disobedience became stronger: "Have we met before?"
Part of the erased memory, the angel who once saved him, and Wilbur Whateley's tone of voice, these fragmentary clues undoubtedly proved that before he came to this factory, he had a close relationship with Wilbur Whateley. We met once and had a fight!
"Jiejiejie..."
Wilbur Whateley smiled sinisterly, with an indescribably weird expression: "This question... you will naturally know it after you join us, but now I still have those questions. go to hell!"
The sticky and greasy bloody asphalt slowly dripped onto the ground.
As a rising invisible pressure gradually spread to form a large pool of blood, it squirmed as if it had a sense of life, dyeing the ground in front of it bright red, and was about to touch Constant Ding's location.
"Farke!"
Constantine's expression changed slightly, and he cursed secretly and quickly stepped back.
Judging from his many years of experience in the magic world, things like this that look weird and hard to mess with are generally related to evil gods from certain dimensions. It is best not to be touched by these sticky bloody asphalt, otherwise God knows. Something terrible could happen.
"You want to run now? It's too late!"
But how could Wilbur do as he wished, and sneered: "Taste the power of your companions!"
The thick blood spreading on the ground rose up to a height of more than half a foot, setting off a huge wave under the control of ineffective power, making deafening whistling sounds one after another, and the huge attack coverage did not allow Constantine to escape at all. Opportunity.
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!"
Constantine suddenly came to his senses, took out a handful of white ashes from his arms, and waved it directly towards the blood wave: "The light casts the sacred six-pointed star. Please give me the sharp blade of courage to break the darkness in front of me!"
The white ashes floated in the air and turned into a shower of rays of light and arrows.
The arrow rain containing the power of divine blessings instantly bloomed with mighty light. Whenever the blood sea touched the light, it made a sizzling sound as if it had been burned. If the evil and strange sea of blood encountered a natural enemy, it would be directly burned by the divine. The power dispels!
Bang bang bang bang….
Under the rain of sacred light arrows, most of the blood sea melted away in an instant.
"Success!"
Before Constantine could even smile, a figure suddenly appeared in his eyes. It was Wilbur Whateley!
"Do you think I haven't seen your magic?" Wilbur Whateley showed his white teeth, and his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent: "John Constantine, with this little trick of yours, I I’ve seen it before.”
Suffered... bad!
Constantine's expression changed and he was about to flee.
However, in Wilbur's opinion, his movements were slower than the crawling speed of a snail. He raised his pale and sharp palm and pierced it directly like lightning, penetrating Constantine's chest with force!
Poof! ! !
A strong force penetrated into the body, and severe pain instantly swept through Constantine's brain, and he couldn't help but scream.
"Uh uh ah ah..."
Constantine's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.
"It's over, Constantine."
Wilbur lifted his whole body into the air with force. The blood mixed with the broken pieces of meat flowed out along the huge wound. He stuck out his tongue and rolled the blood and minced meat that fell on his face into his mouth, as if he was tasting delicious food. Chewing it carefully, he showed an evil smile: "Now...no one can stop me anymore!"
As long as there is no Constantine, the angel will not be awakened!
He will forever sink into the sea of blood and pain in the hell, until the Seraph wings, which symbolize divine purity, are contaminated!
"Hahahahahaha..."
Wilbur shook his arm vigorously, threw the dying Constantine aside, and let out an arrogant laugh.
Am I...dying?
Constantine, who was on the verge of death, was so angry that he felt that the scenery in front of him was gradually blurring.
Temperature, perception, thinking, etc...
Everything seemed to be gradually moving away from him, and the feeling of weightless falling appeared immediately.
But at the same time, those broken memory fragments are being glued together and restored bit by bit. The lost memories are like springs at the moment, breaking through the sealing barriers and flashing crazily in the brain.
"Um?"
Wilbur, who had just taken two steps, suddenly stopped and felt a shudder!
"Hey...where are you going?"
Constantine slowly stood up from the pool of blood, holding a bright red blade in his hand. His eyes were as crazy as a beast, as if he was about to choose someone to devour him: "Wilbur Whateley. .....I finally remembered."
Wilbur Whateley's expression changed drastically, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
"You are... not Wilbur Whateley."
Constantine swayed twice, then staggered back to his feet, with murderous intent exuding in his fierce eyes: "The real Wilbur Whateley has long been occupied by you, and the angel imprisoned by you. .....His name is..."
"shut up!"
Wilbur Whateley flew into a rage and made a horrifying scream. He smashed the ground and rushed towards Constantine, trying to prevent him from saying the name: "Don't pronounce that name, I don't allow you." Say that name!!!”
"Let hell sing - the river of dead souls!"
Constantine puffed up his chest, held the blood-red blade in both hands, inserted it into the ground, raised his eyes glowing with blood-red light, and said word by word: "Keep this name in mind, because it will be End your conspiracy and end all this disaster."
Rumble...
Under the bright red blade, countless dead souls crawled out of the ground.
Completely unfamiliar faces one after another, but all carrying hatred and resentment towards the living, swaying like puppets, surrounding Constantine, with bright red blood gurgling like a fountain.
Swish——
A cold light flashed, accompanied by the sound of broken bones.
Wilbur relied on his superhuman physique to forcefully twist off Constantine's head, and then discarded it on the ground.
finished?
It seems...not!
Wilbur's pupils shrank slightly and he discovered that not only was Constantine not dead.
The falling head was actually smiling strangely at him.
"Let's see it..."
Constantine didn't feel any pain at all, and laughed like a crazy madman. His pupils were scarlet under his scattered blond hair. He stared at Wilbur faintly, and the cold air burst out from between his teeth: "My Zanpakutō——Death" River of Souls!”
