Wow...
The silent river of blood gurgled, and the ferocious-looking ghosts opened their mouths wide and let out wordless screams, staring at Wilbur Whateley with pale eyes full of resentment and pain.
Constantine's headless body was surrounded by those ghosts, and as the river of blood expanded, more ferocious demons crawled out from the depths of the broken ground.
A strong pungent smell of sulfur instantly filled the air, mixed with a suffocating smell of blood, which was like a living hell.
Even though Wilbur had long been used to being stared at with such vicious and resentful eyes, he still felt a chill in his heart when he was stared at by these weird things.
"This is impossible!"
Wilbur's pupils trembled slightly and he said in disbelief: "You are just a human being. Your brain and heart were severely injured. How can you be alive?"
"Humanity?"
Constantine's head was discarded in the corner. At this moment, a strong sarcasm appeared in his eyes, and his lips twitched and sneered: "Although I really don't want to admit it, but now...compared to normal humans, I’m afraid it’s only at the soul level that I can still be considered a human being.”
The headless body of Constantine, holding the blade that was still dripping with blood, slowly walked towards the head that Wilbur had wrenched off and discarded in the corner.
The headless body stretched out its hand, picked up its head, patted the dust from its hair, and pressed it on its neck as if nothing had happened.
"Ah?"
Constantine was stunned for a moment, and realized that what he saw when he lowered his head was his butt. He immediately clicked his tongue and said, "I'm sorry, this is the first time I've used this trick. I pressed my head in the wrong direction."
Immediately afterwards, he held the misplaced head with both hands and performed a scene for Wilbur Whateley on the spot, what is meant by forced steering.
Bang, bang, bang...
Following a numbing sound and a crisp and crackling sound of bones, Constantine's head was suddenly turned 180 degrees and returned to the front.
Walter...Fak?
Seeing such a weird scene, Wilbur Whateley's eyelids suddenly jumped wildly, and he even wanted to ask Constantine, which one of them is the monster?
"Well...that's right."
Constantine nodded with satisfaction, then held up the bloody Zanpakuto, showed his neat teeth towards Wilbur, and said solemnly: "Weren't you awesome just now? Come on, let me see it. Now, can you kill me!"
"Don't be so arrogant, human!"
Wilbur was angered by his actions, and a terrifying evil aura emitted from his body. The thick plasma around him turned into burning flames, covering the entire factory in an instant: "You just gained a little ability, I really thought you Can you compete with me as a god?"
boom--
The next moment, the air suddenly exploded!
The annular airflow visible to the naked eye suddenly exploded one after another. Along with the huge sonic boom that could pierce the eardrum, a violent blood-red figure pierced the silent factory.
The hard ground made of cement, after the blood-red figure galloped past, seemed to be trampled by thousands of beasts. It continued to collapse and shatter in the violent tremors. The rolling winds carried the gravel, as if it was destroying the world. Like a storm, he appeared in front of Constantine in the blink of an eye.
Its speed is really too fast!
Constantine felt horrified in his heart. Wilbur's physical strength had almost reached an inhuman level. His whole body was blurred into an afterimage due to the extreme speed. Even the strong wind blowing against his face was caused by the violent friction. out of high temperature.
The wind pressure pulled out at high speed was like a sharp knife after grinding, wreaking havoc all over his body, cutting deep scars that could be seen in the bone, and hot blood spilled out, splattering all over the surrounding ground. .
Constantine reluctantly opened his eyes, endured the stinging sensation in his eyeballs, looked at the path of the blood-red figure, raised his hand and slashed out with a knife!
There is no skill in this sword, and it can even be said to be very crude. The only thing worthy of praise is that its strength is not bad.
The swung sword slashed down, hitting the blood-red figure in the middle, but Constantine's expression changed, because the blade did not feel any force, as if it had struck the air.
The next moment, blood splashed from behind!
The bones and flesh were torn from the middle to both sides by some kind of sharp weapon. A bloody palm penetrated straight through his left chest. Five strong fingers were like iron pliers, pinching the beating heart. heart.
Dongdong...dongdong...
The heart that had been taken out of the body was still connected to the thick aorta, contracting and expanding in Wilbur's palm, beating vigorously.
"Ugh-"
Constantine spat out a mouthful of blood, turned around stiffly, and directly ran into Wilbur's eyes, which were glowing with an evil red light.
"Compared to your companions, you are really too weak." Wilbur stuck out his tongue, licked the blood on his lips, smiled solemnly, and said: "I would like to see you chopped into pieces. Will you be able to be resurrected in the future?"
Constantine's pupils dilated slightly, and a chill rushed from the bottom of his heart to his forehead. He could indeed guarantee his immortality, but this did not mean that he could not feel the pain!
If they were really chopped into pieces, like those humans who were thrown into a meat grinder, they simply couldn't imagine how much pain they would endure.
Wilbur didn't give him a chance at all. He tightened his five fingers suddenly and crushed the beating heart!
boom--
His heart was crushed into a pulp, and a sharp pain hit his brain. Constantine's eyes went black, and he almost fainted without pain, and let out a shrill scream from his mouth.
However, this is just the beginning.
Through the previous two tests, Wilbur knew very well that Constantine was weird. Even if his heart and brain were destroyed, he could still be resurrected after a while, so he planned to be more thorough!
"Blood Curse - Erosion!"
Wilbur's eyes were cold, and a ball of bright red flame ignited in his hand, flowing into Constantine's body like bone-corrosive poison, dissolving all his organs and even muscles into a pool of blood, leaving only a pool of blood. head.
Snapped!
Wilbur sneered, raised his foot and crushed Constantine's head.
The human head was like an exploding watermelon, white mixed with red sticky substance, which instantly splashed out and covered the expensive leather soles.
"Tsk...dirty humans."
Wilbur frowned slightly and rubbed the soles of his shoes in disgust to remove the brain fluid.
But when he looked up, he found that the river of bright red blood was still there, and those ferocious ghosts still stood there quietly, watching him silently.
"Why...are these things still there?" Wilbur's expression suddenly changed, and he had an ominous premonition.
"Because...I'm not dead yet."
A low and hoarse voice sounded, and Wilbur's pupils shrank into needles for an instant, and he saw an intact Constantine slowly walking out from among the ghosts.
"This is impossible!"
Wilbur's eyes widened: "Your body... has obviously been dissolved by the blood curse, why are you still here? Who are you?"
"What is it?"
Constantine grinned: "Actually, I'm also wondering now whether a being like me can still be considered a human being."
"I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time, a third time, and countless times!" Wilbur's eyes were blood red, and his anger left only one thought in his mind, which was to tear this man apart completely. broken!
Is it...angry?
Maybe, but not entirely.
What really frightened Wilbur was that the immortality he dreamed of could be obtained so easily by an ordinary human being. This kind of jealousy and resentment was what made him unacceptable.
