fighting! fighting! fighting!
Two men were fighting for a woman, and in this dark and bloody factory, a near-ferocious battle broke out. Blood mixed with minced meat flew out, and the dull impact of punches to flesh was mixed with the screams of men from time to time. .
Although it was said to be a battle, it was actually a one-sided crushing battle.
Faced with Wilbur who was completely engulfed in rage, Constantine, a completely novice god of death, had almost no power to fight back, no matter in terms of strength, speed, or even various weird methods. .
Over and over again, torture, dismemberment, and fancy killings.
All the capital punishments that have ever appeared in the world and that can be accomplished by human imagination have been imposed on him.
Wilbur vented all the resentment and jealousy in his heart on this man, until Constantine was completely torn into pieces, and then he raised his head to the sky and let out a furious roar, as terrifying as a crazy beast in a bloodthirsty state.
Large areas of bright red blood seeped into the ground, countless pieces of meat the size of fingernails fell like snowflakes in every corner, and broken organs were discarded. It was impossible for anyone to see this disgusting pile. The thing turned out to be Constantine.
"Huchi...huchi..."
After some venting, Wilbur calmed down a little, panting and staring ahead.
Of course, the main reason for calming down is that it discovered that the bastard Constantine is really unkillable. No matter what method it uses to kill Constantine, this bastard will reappear in the next second!
"Resurrected again..."
Wilbur's eyes were gloomy and his teeth were almost broken, showing how much he hated Constantine.
Pata~ Pata~
A blond man with a decadent expression walked slowly and staggeringly out of the countless ghosts and ghosts. His eyes were full of exhaustion and numbness that could not be concealed.
"Um?"
Wilbur narrowed his eyes and suddenly noticed something strange.
The long river of blood was about to dry up at some point, and the huge number of ghosts had unknowingly decreased a lot, leaving only about a dozen or so.
A guess about Constantine quietly came to his mind.
"Fake Squid!"
After enduring the brutal torture, Constantine's spirit was on the verge of collapse, but he still raised his middle finger towards Wilbur and said provocatively: "Come again, you son of a bitch." Bitch, I don’t have anything else but a tough life, kill me!!!”
"Don't try to anger me, John Constantine." Wilbur had calmed down at this moment, staring at him with cold eyes, and said: "The game is over, I have seen through your clumsy and ridiculous tricks. .”
Constantine was startled when he heard this. Although he had no words, panic flashed in his eyes.
The flash of panic was seen by Wilbur, which undoubtedly confirmed his guess: "If my guess is correct, the reason why you can be resurrected again and again is because those resentful spirits have replaced you. ?”
Constantine's eyes flickered and his lips moved. He was about to retort, but was interrupted again.
"Don't rush to refute, Constantine."
Wilbur grinned, slowly leaned down, spread his legs forward and backward, and raised his feet slightly: "What is the answer to immortality? Let me test it myself, won't you know?"
boom!
A huge force exploded, and the surrounding ground collapsed!
The powerful physical function increased several times again, so that Wilbur's speed became faster, completely beyond the dynamic vision of the creature. The naked eye could not capture its movement trajectory, and could only barely see a red light flashing in the darkness. .
"Blood Curse: Exploding Body!"
A palm pressed on Constantine's chest, and the hot flames were compressed to the extreme, and then exploded rapidly inside the body!
As the monstrous blood-red flames rose into the sky, Constantine's entire body was evaporated in an instant, leaving not even a trace of ashes left.
After a moment, Constantine's face turned gloomy, and he walked out of the river of blood that had dried up a little.
"One, two, three... thirteen, as expected!"
Wilbur licked the blood from his palm and said with a ferocious smile: "The moment you were resurrected, another resentful spirit disappeared."
"...Have you seen through my abilities in such a short time?"
Constantine's face was quite ugly. The consumption rate of the River of Dead Souls greatly exceeded his expectation.
"Judging from your expression, I guessed it right." Wilbur solved the mystery and was in a good mood for a moment, with a sarcastic look on his face and said, "Now you only have thirteen lives left. Have you figured out how to use it?"
"Uh... why don't you give it a chance."
Constantine was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said seriously: "If I kowtow and admit defeat now, is it still too late to join you?"
A sneer appeared on Wilbur's face and he said: "Anyone can join us, but you can't, because you are the only one that I must erase."
"Actually, I am quite forgetful. Do you believe it?" Constantine was still a little unwilling and asked shamelessly.
Wilbur sneered, and then disappeared instantly.
Click!
A huge force struck, and Constantine's head was instantly twisted off.
"Constantine, do you think I don't know about your tricks?" Wilbur held his head, held it in a position where he was looking at him, and grinned: "Don't worry, your companions won't come over. Yes, your delaying is pointless."
Constantine walked out of the bloody river in embarrassment, looking outside with a somewhat uneasy expression, gritting his teeth and saying: "How do you know... I'm stalling for time?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Wilbur held the head and said with a serious smile: "A shrewd man like you would rather endure dozens of deaths to keep me here, just to wait for the man in the hotel, right?"
Constantine's expression changed slightly, but he did not answer it.
"Let me tell you a desperate fact..."
Wilbur slowly opened his arms, with a confident and calm smile, and said: "That man will not come. He was trapped by four Weeping Angels. Now he no longer knows in which time and space he was abandoned. .”
"Then let me... tell you something."
Constantine slowly raised his head and said word by word: "I asked you to kill so many times, not just waiting for him to come over."
"What?"
Wilbur was startled for a moment, then mocked: "Constantine, you are such an idiot, are you still planning to lie to me now?"
"Wilbur Whateley, since you are proficient in dark magic, it must be impossible for you not to know the magic of the curse series, right?" Constantine finally showed his fangs at this moment, and his pupils were flashing red like a man-eating beast. Light: "As long as you use your own life as a sacrifice, you can return the curse-killing magic to the person who harmed it several times."
Wilbur's expression suddenly changed as he recalled this curse-killing magic.
As long as the caster carves a spell on the body, the person who hurts the caster can suffer several times of curse backlash. Among many black magics, it is also a quite extreme and terrifying magic!
"Na~Wilbur!"
Constantine showed his white teeth and tore off his clothes, revealing his skin which was engraved with bright red spells. A cold air burst out from his eyes. He chuckled for a lifetime and said with a grin: "You still remember, already How many times have you killed me?"
Wilbur's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran from his spine to his forehead.
"Let me tell you the answer."
Constantine smiled happily, even faintly gloating: "The total is seventy-two times, which means that you now need to withstand a total of 360 times the rebound of my curse!"
"wait wait wait!"
Wilbur was really panicked at this time, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and shouted in horror: "Don't forget that if you dare to curse me, you will suffer the corresponding pain yourself. You are only a human being, and I It’s just a clone, there’s no need to die with me!”
"Then give it a try."
Constantine said coldly: "Let's see who can bear it between the two of us!"
"no no!!!"
"Eat your own blood and my flesh."
Constantine recited a spell, inserted the blood-red blade into his heart, and shouted sternly: "In the name of Cain, anyone who hurts my body will suffer five times the pain until death." !!!”
"Ahhhh!!!"
"Ahhhh!!!"
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