The group of people drove away in the direction of the Osiris Club. It was quite peaceful along the way, and this calm lasted until Constantine spoke.
"I think you may not be able to find any living people. That place is full of wandering undead, and by the way, those undead are disappearing quickly."
Constantine was as lazy as ever when he spoke, and the cigarette in his mouth trembled as he spoke.
Now the hell has been completely blocked, and even the souls that were supposed to be taken away by them are now wandering in the world until they follow the gravity of death to the kingdom of the dead.
Without the guidance of hell, the soul's lingering time is a bit long now.
But the souls of these dead people dissipate in a strange way.
"What?"
Captain Daimio frowned and slammed on the brakes.
Hellboy's head hit the car frame, and the hard horns rubbed out a spark.
"grass!"
An angry curse came from Hellboy's mouth, and then he opened the car door forcefully and rushed into the Osiris Club.
Hellboy, an honorary human being, is undoubtedly on the side of mankind in terms of stance. He even received human education and grew up with a passion for justice in his heart.
His blood is so hot that it can ignite paper. This is considered a racial talent of the devil.
"I must say, there seems to be some old acquaintances of mine in there?"
Constantine walked out of the car leisurely, then took out the thumbtack in his pocket and put it on his hand.
This was just a show, and he had no intention of using force, because it was not easy for those present to hurt his old acquaintance.
"An acquaintance of yours? That's sad news."
Captain Daimio pulled out his pistol from the holster and rolled his eyes at Constantine.
Demio knew Constantine quite well. After all, this man's information had filled an entire information cabinet in M11.
"Is there something wrong with you? Or are you crazy because you turned into a man-eating tiger? I'm not good at dealing with madmen. The madman I met last time almost broke my head."
Constantine staggered behind Hellboy and walked over, not forgetting to attack Captain Demio. He was not the kind of guy who would laugh off ridicule.
As an "experienced" necromancer, Captain Daimio's cover-up was of no use.
The smell of the devil was so strong that it made him want to sneeze.
"Then you'd better hope that a lunatic like me won't do what the last one didn't!"
Demio switched his gun-holding state to a tactical posture, stuck the flashlight on the lower end of the pistol and followed.
It's just that the expression on his face is better.
According to the information, Constantine would never fight with a dead person, he would only watch that person walk into a trap with a smile.
Being retorted was a good thing in a sense, at least it showed that Constantine had no intention of paying the "price".
The other M11 members also stopped their cars one by one and followed behind, raising the firearms in their hands.
"What caused this?"
Hellboy looked at the corpse on the ground with his head opened and felt a little uncomfortable. It wasn't that he couldn't accept the tragic scene, but that he felt that his blood seemed to be boiling since he came to this place.
The slowly growing itching sensation on his horns made him a little irritated.
"Reading memories from the brain is an investigation method favored by unscrupulous demons. This way you can only get some fragments of memories."
Constantine patted Hellboy on the shoulder, and then looked seriously at the innermost room.
He could feel that there was a necromancer's soul over there fighting against the enemy, and the enemy's aura was not too familiar to him.
So he didn't say anything like "have you tried that" to lighten the mood.
"Perhaps the psychic mage is doing his best to resist?"
Constantine said in a strange tone, and Hellboy and Demio immediately became alert.
Daimio waved his hand and made a tactical gesture to let the members of M11 be ready to shoot at any time. Then he nodded towards Constantine.
"Hello! Mephisto's clone! Long time no see, are you okay!?"
Constantine shouted tentatively in the direction of the room, like a star on the stage greeting fans.
It must be said that Constantine has a large group of die-hard fans, and the enthusiasm for his soul is enough to make most human fans feel ashamed.
Then the old gentleman-like guy appeared in front of them.
"Constantine!"
Mephisto's tone was filled with dissatisfaction. He held a white-haired female soul in his hand, and that soul could only pinch Mephisto's arm with its nails.
This is what Constantine meant by "resistance."
The human soul is so powerless when it meets Mephisto.
The moment Mephisto appeared, a dense rain of bullets engulfed him.
"stop!"
Constantine shouted loudly. Fortunately, his shout was still effective, but not every shooter would obey his request.
Daimio raised his hand to stop the shooting, and then looked at the old gentleman who was riddled with holes in front of him.
"Nice to see you again, but what are you eyeing here?"
Constantine didn't care that his orders had no effect, he casually played with the finger tiger in his hand and said to Mephisto.
"I'm just completing a contract."
Mephisto's body returned to its original appearance in the blink of an eye.
It's like those specially made bullets didn't work.
"Nevi? Not to mention you can get her soul, she is a near-immortal existence."
"Okay John, you know I won't reveal information because of your words. We are too familiar with each other."
The soul of Mrs. Hatton held in Mephisto's hand began to dim. The soul of this poor necromancer was no match for the Lord of Hell, even if it was just facing a clone.
"It seems that you have not been idle during this period and have become stronger. This is something worthy of congratulations. But do you need me to read the contents of the last contract?"
Constantine made exaggerated gestures with the hand holding the cigarette, and by the way, he winked at Hellboy.
He is not afraid of irritating Mephisto in front of him, or in other words, only by irritating the other party can he have a chance to get the information they need.
"boom!"
Hellboy shot the Mephisto clone's head off with a single shot from the new toy in his hand, and then the stone arm pulled Mrs. Hatton back from the edge of dissipation.
"I've got what I want, what are you going to do?"
Mephisto's figure appeared in another location, then adjusted the hat on his head and said.
Now he is high and mighty, finally looking like a king of hell.
"Big guy, what I mean is that you punch him directly, not that you shoot him."
Constantine ignored Mephisto and shouted loudly at Hellboy. Now he is still trying to provoke him.
"I'll understand next time."
Hellboy replied angrily, and then his fist fell on Mephisto's face.
"Just like this!"
"pretty!"
Constantine took a few steps forward and took Mrs. Hatton's soul from Hellboy's hand.
He is not a half-hearted psychic, but a serious psychic.
So he doesn't need to spit out other people's souls from his mouth to complete the communication.
"Fire!"
Captain Daimio fired first, and then the flashlight hit Mephisto directly in the face.
Bright light is great for disturbing enemies in the dark, but even a clone of Mephisto will not be classified as a "human".
Intensive gunfire rang out again, but Mephisto killed less than half of the soldiers in the blink of an eye.
The deep sleep-like killing method made Constantine frown.
"Man, it seems that you have changed your way of existence? Or should I say how many people's souls have you absorbed?"
"John, we won't be too far away when we meet again. Then I really hope to see a leather boot on your face."
Mephisto disappeared into the place with the loot he had just harvested.
Obviously Hellboy's fists are not that easy for him to bear.
"What do we do now?"
Demio looked at Constantine with a strange expression, took out an injection and inserted it into his leg.
Emotional fluctuations will turn him into a monster like a murderous tiger, and inhibitors have become a must-have for him.
"I foresaw Neve's resurrection, she will return eventually!"
Mrs. Hatton's soul let out a shout that struck straight into the soul, causing everyone present to cover their ears involuntarily.
"Hmm? I have no intention of confronting Nivi directly. That kind of existence has never been my job scope."
Constantine took out a cigarette, refilled it, and then casually dispersed the spirit of Mrs. Hatton next to him.
A psychic who cannot meet danger has little power to Constantine.
"Will you let ordinary people intervene when facing demons? In contrast, we are ordinary people in front of Nivi."
Constantine looked at the surrounding situation and spoke to Hellboy and Demio.
…
"What's wrong? Bulcaisel?"
Ancient One sat in the passenger seat of the pickup truck and asked Dubulqesuo who was driving.
Bulcasso seemed to feel something just now and his expression was tense for a moment, but it immediately turned into suspicion.
"I seem to feel a little bit of Andariel's breath? But it's too weak, I can't be sure."
Burquesso stepped on the accelerator to make the vehicle drive faster.
London is just ahead, and the driving on this road is sound, although it is "slightly" speeding.
Burquesso agreed to take Jill on a self-driving trip, and the Frank family was also in the car at this time.
The car was equipped with seat belts and a windshield. The seat belts were made by Bulquesso himself, but he got the car glass from SHIELD.
He still didn't want to polish the gem bit by bit, it would take too much patience.
Inside the carriage, Rorschach was hugging his knees and wearing a windbreaker and looking at the stars. Rorschach, who was accustomed to his life as a homeless man, had long been accustomed to this.
Bruce Wayne went home directly, saying he had something to take care of.
And he appeared on the two pickup trucks together because of Bulcasso's wishes.
Endless fighting will only make people numb to the killing, and he needs to take a rest recently.
"Andariel?"
"The Queen of Pain and Torment. Although she has a pair of good legs that everyone will notice, she is still too ugly."
Bulquesso explained briefly, calming Frank's curiosity.
Andariel is the one with the most eye-catching appearance among the Seven Demon Kings.
In total, it has three pairs of legs and one set of hands.
Two pairs of legs are sharp and spider-like, but the pair of legs used for walking is really eye-catching.
The legs were also covered with a pair of black stockings. No one knew how the legs with sheep's hooves at the bottom were covered with stockings.
The end of its abdomen can spit out large sticky webs like a spider, and the slits on its abdomen can spray poisonous projectiles.
"That guy is very difficult to deal with. She is good at causing pain to others, and every attack can make people feel heartbroken."
There was a bit of nostalgia in Burqaso's expression when he said this. The pain was an experience that was still fresh in people's memories.
"Thanks for 'ignoring pain'!"
Bulcaisuo muttered silently in his heart.
"Well, I just want to know if Andariel has woken up."
Gu Yi said calmly, and showed a calm smile to Jill who was sleeping in the back seat.
Facing an enemy she was unable to directly confront, her choice was to face it calmly, whether it was sacrifice or victory.
"No, she is the kind of restless demon. If she has awakened, she may have been exposed to my sight. I think she may have just chosen a host, just like those archangels."
Bulcasso patted the steering wheel, looking a little impatient.
He really wanted to take a few sips, but he couldn't drink while driving. He hadn't had a drink all day...
Even if he wanted to let Frank drive the car, he couldn't do it because the force required to step on the accelerator and clutch of this car was beyond what ordinary humans could achieve.
"Then shall we continue traveling?"
Ancient One looked at the sky with high stars and moon and said that she would give Loki a lesson tomorrow morning, and then send Loki to Harrogath to spend some time with his brother.
Thanks to the teleportation magic, she can arrange her time properly.
"Why not? That's what I promised Jill."
Bulcaisel leaned back and stuffed his huge body into the middle of the seat.
"Well, I always feel like something is going to happen in the UK. Ever since you appeared in this world with Harrogas, events seem to have been surrounding the people around you."
Ancient One flipped the seat height adjuster, but it failed to make the seat tilt backwards, so he patted Bulcaisso's arm.
Bulcaisel stepped on the brakes and helped Gu Yi adjust the angle of the seat before continuing to drive silently.
"Beep, beep, beep~"
"Sorry, I need to take a call."
Gu Yi took out a ringing mobile phone from his sleeve and gestured to the people in the car.
Jill had fallen asleep in Frank's arms.
The father laid Gil across the car seat and held his son's head.
Fortunately, the car was big enough for Jill to lie down and fall asleep without having to curl up her legs.
Bulcaisel nodded and continued to focus on driving.
"You mean Nivi is resurrected? Okay, I just need to go to London. I'm already on the way. I will stop her when she appears."
Gu talked quietly on the phone and glanced at Bulkesso.
When she put down the phone, she saw Frank's somewhat surprised look.
"What's wrong?"
"I thought communication between mages would be a little more 'magical'."
Frank kept his voice low for fear of waking his son.
"That requires the use of mana, and the phone only costs a little money."
Gu Yi said easily.
Mages are not primitive people. Why do they still need to use that laborious way to communicate when there is a convenient way?
"So what's going on in London again?"
Bulcasso's beard trembled as he spoke, and he suddenly felt that something would happen wherever he appeared.
Although he doesn't care much about Nivi or anything.
Compared to the unknown Neve, Andariel's legs are more interesting.
"Yes, a mage in London from hundreds of years ago is about to be resurrected, or she never died."
Gu put the phone back into his sleeve, then took out a sandwich and ate it while briefly telling Neve's story.
"There is no life without an end. The person you are talking about may have just hidden it from the eyes of death, or was abandoned by death. Think about it, what happened to the mage who was dismembered but still 'alive' over the years How much suffering? Death is the greatest justice and mercy to life."
Burcasso rarely said a few more words, but no one in the car believed what he said.
Frank had heard the story of Bulcaisel's battle with death itself from Gil, and the Ancient One had personally experienced it.
"So……"
"Malthael is an exception, or death with an independent personality is no longer fair."
Bulcaisel looked at the brightly lit city in front of him and said that he didn't want to answer questions about death.
"Who can truly be fair? As long as there are thoughts and desires, fairness is only a relative existence. At most, it is the line close to fairness."
"Who knows, it's better to drive quickly. I hope the mages in London will take good care of their residences."
Gu said softly.
…
"So your method is to tell these, um, mages? Is this where the mages live?"
Demio watched Constantine walk out of an inconspicuous building with no plaque on it.
Neither he nor Hellboy went in, just waiting for Constantine to complete the task he was notified of.
"Do we still need to hang a sign on the door that says Master's House?"
Constantine took out a pack of cigarettes from Demio's breast pocket, took one out and clamped it to his mouth, then put the rest into his pocket.
"I just wonder why we never hear about a group like this."
Demio snatched his cigarette back from Constantine's pocket, then took out one and put it on his mouth. Then he looked at Constantine's sneer as he took his lighter to light a cigarette, and the smile on his forehead A vein twitched.
"Are you just appearing in the eyes of ordinary people? They are all the same, just different levels."
Constantine returned the lighter in his hand to Demio and said casually.
"Honestly, I know that mages exist."
Hellboy took out a chocolate bar and stuffed it into his mouth, speaking vaguely.
He had no problem with not being the leader of the team. Rather, it made him feel relaxed that he didn't have to use his brain.
"You baboon-faced bastard, do you mean you are at a very high level!"
Daimio tried to light the fire several times without success, and angrily threw the lighter into Constantine's arms.
Constantine smiled cheaply, lit a cigarette for Demio, and then accepted Demio's gift.
He liked the gift, and the banter helped build trust, even if that was only what he thought.
"Scarface, I don't want to continue arguing with you. The monsters you have seen may not even be a fraction of the ones I have solved!"
"Okay, you two, now is not the time to continue arguing. Look at the crack in front of you. Do you want to take a look?"
Constantine pointed to the crack in front that emitted white light, and then walked over first.
"Man, that's a portal to another dimension!"
Hellboy grabbed Constantine's hand and shouted.
No one noticed when the crack appeared.
Daimio spit out the cigarette he just took a puff of and immediately took out his pistol.
He always moves quickly when faced with the unknown.
"I know, but obviously that passage is for one of us, why don't we go there together?"
Constantine patted Hellboy's big hand and said with a gentle smile.
"Well, I hope I can come back after this."
Hellboy put away his hands and took steps.
Demio's face was extremely tangled. Judging from Constantine's reputation, it is very likely that he will not be able to come back.
"Don't worry, I will definitely come back."
Constantine waved to Demio.
"You will definitely come back, but it's not certain for me and him."
Daimio put away the gun, then bent down to pick up the cigarette that had not been extinguished and put it into his mouth.
"Of course, I will always let others sacrifice, because the value of my life is greater than the value of others' lives."
Constantine looked at Demio and smiled again.
"The premise is that we have to do multiple-choice questions."
After saying that, the three people passed directly through the crack and entered a pure white space.
In the distance, a house with legs was walking steadily toward them, folding its legs in front of them.
"I think it's better to let the soldiers enter first."
Constantine stopped Hellboy, then raised his chin at Demio.
"It's best if you remember to drag me out when you are in danger."
Daimio took out his gun and held it in front of him, tilting his head and walking towards the door.
"I think the person this guy wants to see is you. If you go in first, then the soldier and I probably won't be able to leave."
Constantine explained to Hellboy.
Compared with these two guys who know nothing about Hellboy's conspiracy, it is impossible to be ahead of the bastard Constantine in terms of intelligence.
And Constantine is still hesitating whether to kill Hellboy to avoid greater trouble.
It had been a long time since he had experienced excess kindness.
And now he doesn't intend to divide his soul again.
