"Boy, you better hurry up."
Bulcasso looked impatiently at Constantine who was drawing circles on the ground.
Ever since Constantine arrived at this abandoned factory, he has been busy drawing this circle.
Constantine said that this was a magic circle that summoned demons, and that he could use sacrifices to counteract the coming of demons.
Of course, the devil has the right to choose, so Constantine rarely does this.
When he usually summons a demon, there will be another demon in front of him who happens to be the opponent of the guy he summoned.
Using the power of demons to fight demons was more familiar to Constantine than seeking the help of angels.
The six-pointed star drawn with goat's blood and the inexplicable characters in the outer circle make this circle look quite interesting.
It's just that Bulcaisel doesn't have that much patience.
He was eager to teach those demons a profound lesson, and the name of this lesson was "pain."
Guys who dare to take lives in front of barbarians should not exist.
These demons got off to a very bad start.
Wherever the barbarians are, there should be peace!
Anger is only for barbarians!
In this world, few of the souls living in hell are considered pure.
Living in a world where people eat each other every day, no matter how normal a soul is, they will gradually lose themselves in this madness.
A soul that can truly emerge from the mire without being stained will not fall into hell.
If they are still noble, they can also receive the blessing of death.
That kind of guy can usually bypass hell and heaven and directly enter the kingdom of death to stay with the incarnation of death.
"It'll be ready soon!"
Constantine had a cigarette in his mouth and was busy with his hands. Beads of sweat can be seen on the forehead.
He really didn't mean to be lazy at all.
Ever since Rumlow grabbed him by the collar when he was about to run away, he had always seemed very cooperative.
Not even that Corinthians mention.
His dark eyes and aching stomach can all testify to this.
What Bulkesso wants to do most now is to find a way to hell.
As long as Constantine can open the door to hell for a moment, then Bulcasso will knock on this passage.
Although hell and heaven are just like soul asylums, Bulcasso doesn't think this is such an important place.
After all, he has seen the death itself in this world. In a world with death, how can the soul have nowhere to go?
Hell and heaven may be just a transit point.
"Why my sister? What did she do wrong?"
Angel, who had completely forgotten that he was a police officer, was curled up in the corner and talking to himself.
Rumlow stood at the door of the factory and looked at Constantine with a critical eye.
He was somewhat curious as he was judged by Bulcasso as a guy who was not trustworthy.
After all, savages rarely judge strangers.
Rumlow is still worried about SHIELD. He wants to know when Nick Fury will discover the existence of Hydra.
After all, what he wants is a result where both parties disappear together after all their efforts, rather than Hydra successfully replacing SHIELD and thus affecting the world.
"Perhaps this untrustworthy guy has some way to expose Hydra?"
Rumlow looked at Constantine and thought this.
The prerequisite for deception to be effective is to gain the trust of others, which is enough for the deceiver to take the bait.
It's a pity that Constantine can't bring out the benefits that Bulkesso is interested in, and the barbarians are full of disdain for him.
When he couldn't even communicate smoothly, Constant's deception could only be suppressed in his heart and had no effect at all.
…
"Matthew, where are we going now?"
Luke said angrily while wearing his interstellar helmet.
They left the scene after the ambulance arrived. After all, it’s really hard to explain in that situation.
Of course, this sound was just what Luke did intentionally, and the interstellar battle helmet did not affect the tone of his speech.
It's just that Luke felt that he had to feel something when talking with a helmet like this.
"Go find Rumlow. That guy is obviously involved in this matter."
Matthew was holding a plastic bag in his hand, which contained the head of the unlucky Balza.
After a friendly exchange, Balza was given the chance to keep his head.
Although he has lost most of his power, he still exists in this world, which is something to be thankful for.
Demons are never as brave as they say when they deceive others.
If they could possess the trait of bravery, they would not become demons.
Although he has repeatedly explained who Mammon is many times, the only one who has come is Luke Cage's forty-six code to get the sole.
Luke Cage himself is not a person who likes to reason, and under the influence of Madoc, his patience has also become bad.
"Do you know where they went?"
"Didn't you ask Rumlow for his contact information?"
Matthew was a little helpless in response to Luke's question.
Perhaps it's Matthew's habit as a lawyer. He always records some contact information so that he can find someone who can help him when needed.
As the strongest new generation barbarian at present, Rumlow is a trustworthy partner.
At least that's what Reco told Matthew.
"We take this head to find him, and then let this head talk to Rumlow and the others!"
Matthew had a headache.
Neither he nor Luke had ever been exposed to this so-called mysterious test, so they had no way to verify Balza's statement.
Although they have confirmed that the mysterious tester really exists, they have no way to verify what the devil said.
…
"Speaking of which, when will we be summoned by Bulcaisuo! I'm so bored!"
Madoc sat on the roof of the car and shouted loudly.
In the previous world, Bulcaisel would occasionally summon him during battles, but now he couldn't even get into an exciting battle.
Although Madoc never got into a fight he could lose, now he no longer had to be his battle prophet.
Fighting finally had a meaning beyond glory, it was fun.
"Soon."
Andakulgas waved the phantom of the Oathkeeper in his hand and stretched his body on one side.
Through the Oathkeepers, a legend he forged with his own hands, he could feel a little bit of Bul-Katho.
He had a premonition that their battle was about to come.
If these ancestors who left Harrogas went to power supply and wanted to fight outside the Holy Mountain, they had to hope that Bulkesso would be willing to use his anger to provide them with energy.
Andacourgas has already felt the fighting spirit in Bulcaisuo, so this also means that the battle is not far away.
"As long as I can feel the passion of fighting, no matter what the enemy is!"
Madoc muttered.
The novelty of this pickup truck is also about to expire.
