"When did the Holy Mountain become the center of the world? It's simply strange."
Tariq's faces were crowded together, which was quite disturbing to watch.
"Who sent this guy to Bulcaisuo? I also want to consult on something."
Integra said with a frown.
Silas looked at Tarik with curious eyes.
Does a ghost meeting a vampire count as a restrained relationship?
Most ghosts have no blood. I wonder if vampires can suck blood from ghosts.
Can any other liquid be squeezed out of the ghost? It's possible that the robot could get a mouthful of engine oil or something like that sucked out of it.
What can a ghost suck out?
Silas looked at Tarik and couldn't help but start to figure out where to insert the straw.
"Vampire, the look in your eyes is a little offensive."
Tarik said angrily.
Then he looked at the people in front of him with some embarrassment. Damn it, there are only three gatekeepers in the Holy Mountain. Who would have thought that people would come one after another and need to be guided.
Tarik couldn't help but miss Anderson.
It doesn't seem that hard to accept having an angel guarding the door.
"Kahn! Come and take over!"
Talik helplessly called out to the Barbarian Sword Master.
As a substitute for the gatekeeper, it should be okay to let Kahn look at the gate.
"A jar of wine!"
Kahn's voice came directly from behind Talik.
The soul of this legendary barbarian quietly stood behind Tarik, holding two long swords in his hands.
Hooligans and provocateurs.
This set of legends is very strong, and it is normal for it to appear in Kahn's hands.
After all, there are quite a few professions that can be used by this pair of legendary swords, but apart from barbarians, there are not many professions that are suitable for them.
For example, Karasim, who uses boxing as his main attack method, needs attack speed.
It’s just that he needs the legendary gloves of Dragon Soul more.
That's why this set of swords appeared in Kahn's hands.
"Get out! If you don't want to, I'll call Kalju over!"
Talik turned his head in a twisted posture and looked sideways at Kahn.
A spark shot out of the nose, looking like a giant dragon.
"I want two altars!"
Kalju laughed and appeared on the other side, sitting on the ground rubbing the Storm Shield in his hands.
"I'm quitting, but I have to share one of your two jars of wine with you, Kalqiu!"
After Kahn said these words, he turned around and left.
Tarik was left staring at Kalju with his eyes widened and his teeth chattering.
"Kahn, come back here! One jar at a time!"
Tarik viciously slashed Kalju's throat, but Kalju's smile became hateful.
"The price has increased, I want three altars!"
Kahn met Tarik's slap with a slap, and high-fived his two hands in mid-air.
It's just that this time the high-five was a little loud, so Tegula had to pick his ears.
"You two bastards are plotting against me!"
Tarik grabbed Jill by the back collar and walked towards the Temple of the Elders while spraying venom.
He wasn't going to continue arguing about the price.
He finally understood that Kahn and Kalju were in the same group.
Integra said nothing and walked behind Talik.
Behind him was Silas who was constantly looking at his surroundings.
A little further away, Banal was pinching the husky's mouth to prevent the dog from barking.
Banal is always crazy, and all carnivorous guys are his imaginary enemies.
Although he is not afraid of powerful enemies, his children are not capable of this.
In front of the gate of the Holy Mountain, Kahn dug a hole from the ground nonchalantly and pulled out three jars from inside.
Then he left a jar on the ground and disappeared.
The wine now belonged to him, and now he was going to dig a hole to hide his wine away from that bastard Madoc.
Wait until the next physical manifestation before drinking.
What is left belongs to Kalju.
"I'm going to find Bulcasso to borrow some of my anger tonight, otherwise I won't trust you to keep my half jar of wine."
Kalju shouted to Kahn at the top of his lungs.
Then he turned his head and glared at Nick Fury.
"I've heard your name, Nick Fury. Steve is a very nice young man. How did you manage to make him have no trust in you?"
Kalju stood calmly in front of the wine jar, blocking Nick Fury's view and asked.
Nick Fury felt a little over his head. There was no way he would steal the drinks from a group of dead souls.
Although he really wanted to take a jar and study it.
"Maybe he didn't see what I saw."
Nick Fury said calmly.
He stared at Kalqiu in front of him with his one eye.
Banal hugged the husky and turned to look behind him.
Dracula is in this place.
This is the area within the gate of the Holy Mountain. Anyone who can appear here directly has at least obtained Bulkesso's permission.
"You have a dangerous look in your eyes, vampire."
Banal let go of his hand around the dog's mouth, and the husky began to purr.
Biological intuition is sometimes really difficult to explain.
At least the husky could feel the threat from the vampire in front of him.
"Don't worry, I won't suck blood from that puppy, even though I hate dogs."
Dracula smiled, a bit evil and crazy.
What vampires hate is not dogs, but werewolves.
After all, when he was killed by Gabriel's transformed Van Helsing, that guy also looked like a human.
"You don't come here just to gossip with me. If you plan to find Bulcasso, just follow Talik. There is no need to waste time with me."
A flash of red light flashed in Banal's eyes.
The body is slightly swollen.
He didn't have a good attitude towards the existence of vampires.
"Of course I know, it's just that there seems to be something familiar to me in your Holy One."
Dracula smiled and did not take Banal's threat seriously.
At this time, the faint smell of the Weeping Angels made Dracula a little worried.
Barbarians are not afraid of that thing, but Integra is not.
Although Accardo is a thing of the past, the memory cannot be cleared away so easily.
"snort."
Banal hugged Gouzi and turned around. He couldn't accept dealing with vampires.
…
"Dear guys, your Constantine is back!"
Constantine rushed into the nightclub that had not yet opened for business and greeted the voodoo sorcerer named Midnight.
What responded to him was a group of green flames.
Constantine waved his hand and rolled to the ground gracelessly just before the fireball was about to touch him.
The fireball also disappeared with his movements.
"John, you do nothing good every time you come here."
Midnight was holding a glass of wine and shaking it slowly, with a somewhat inexplicable tone.
The glass contained vodka with ice cubes in it, and he didn't know if he did it just to hear the sound of the ice cubes hitting the glass.
After all, vodka is not wine, so there seems to be no way to sober up the alcohol.
"No, this time it's definitely good news." Constantine looked at Midnight in front of him with dangerous eyes and said, "Heaven and hell are balanced again. Don't you think this is good news?"
Constantine's expression was a little evil, but it didn't scare Midnight.
As long as Constantine is not a teammate, Midnight has nothing to fear.
Midnight raised her hand to signal Constantine to continue.
During this time, all the demons and angels in the world seemed to be dead.
Midnight hasn't seen those guys in a long time.
"Okay, okay, you owe me a favor and you have to pay me back when the time comes."
Constantine smiled.
"Let's put it this way, heaven has become a high-level heaven, and hell has become a burning hell, with higher standards and stronger power."
"Heaven PLUS? And Hell PLUS? Sounds good."
Midnight nodded, looking uninterested.
"What if I say that the one in heaven is also a guy who likes to talk about balance?"
Constantine said the important point, which made Midnight's eyes widen, but he immediately restored his original dead face and said: "If it really comes to that time, we still have the Supreme Mage."
Midnight said casually,
I have already started thinking in my heart.
Balance was something that didn't seem to be something that the angels he knew could come up with, which was very strange.
But this guy Constantine is not called pockmarked, he is called a liar, but he rarely tells lies.
Let angels do this balancing thing? Somewhat outrageous.
Will angels and demons build a harmonious world together?
The United States doesn’t do this anymore.
"I think you may have misunderstood something. The upgraded version of heaven and hell cannot be blocked by the Supreme Mage. I hope you can think about it more carefully."
Constantine said with a smile, his eyes full of mockery.
Midnight isn't a likeable guy either.
This thing can cooperate, but it can't be trusted.
A voodoo sorcerer's methods are no better than those of a demon sent anywhere.
"I understand, Heaven and Hell skipped version 2.0 and went directly to the enhanced version 3.0. Should I pray that they don't charge extra?"
Midnight taunted somewhat sharply.
His face was very ugly.
"The free ones are the most expensive, I think you should know that."
Constantine spoke a truth that had wide application.
Originally, heaven and hell wanted human souls, but this time they only want more.
There are not many people that Constantine knows who are powerful in combat.
There are not many like-minded people.
But these guys are ruthless, and Constantine can use his life as a bargaining chip to hand over to these guys.
But most of the time, he is the one who stands on the gambling table.
"I won't be used by you, you know my purpose, so get out!"
My scalp felt numb at midnight.
It had been a long time since he had shaved his head.
"Neutral? Just kidding. By the time you want a team, it will be too late. And now, your generous good friend John will show you a way.
A balanced archangel, aren't you interested? "
