Constantine's words were seductive.
But the voodoo warlock Midnight is no fool and will be easily persuaded by Constantine.
This guy is black from face to heart.
Especially the hands, which were darker than Constantine's hands, and the black ones were starting to turn green.
The origin of voodoo or voodoo is certainly not evil. The word voodoo refers to spirits.
Kind and universal ancestor worship and nature worship.
It wasn't until the poor people were put on the ship to America that voodoo and voodoo completely changed their taste.
But not many people care about this origin anymore.
Because Voodoo has long welcomed a strong man, a strong man who can rival the Supreme Mage.
So at this time, Midnight was facing Constantine, but his eyes flickered.
Midnight is not afraid of Constantine. If Constantine's brain was not really useful, he would not have the slightest cooperative relationship with Constantine.
Sometimes bad luck is contagious.
And Midnight’s biggest reliance is! Jericho Drum!
Dr. Voodoo!
Unfortunately, Midnight is his brother. ①
This is also an important reason why Midnight dares to remain neutral in the world.
Neither heaven nor hell would want to provoke a powerful man comparable to the Supreme Mage.
Even that strong man squatted at home when he was studying.
It's like the powerful guy Cytorak has never been actively provoked. Even the original hell monarchs were cautious when facing Cytorak.
"John, I think you want to taste the bad breath of the resurrected corpse."
Midnight stared, and a dark green light began to glow on her hands again.
Although Midnight is not powerful and unstoppable, he is still much more powerful than Constantine in battle.
Constantine looked at Midnight in front of him, and then directly pulled off his shirt.
"Come on, brother. Put your mark on me!"
Constantine's tone made the veins jump on Midnight's forehead.
This thing is so annoying!
But he's really capable.
"How can you guarantee my profit? John? Is it because of your dry road that has been traveled by countless people before leaving?"
As Midnight spoke, a series of strange sounds came out of his mouth.
Cold sweat immediately appeared on Constantine's head.
This is the movement of summoning the resurrected corpse.
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you going to do? Although I don't mind being passive, I mind that the active party is a corpse. Is it true that the thing about the resurrected corpse won't be broken in my body?"
Constantine's hand gently grasped his usual thumb.
This thing had taken on a new look after he asked Rasuk for help.
The four letters F`U`C`K are engraved on the front end.
The above Bible verses were directly erased by Rasuk, and incidentally attached with the attribute of sacred damage.
This thing is pretty easy to use now, at least much better than a magic wand.
If Karasim chooses Constantine for reincarnation, then he can use his iron fist to convince those who interfere with mankind.
Unfortunately, I can't change it, so there's nothing I can do.
"Seriously, if you're going to watch a hard-core drama, please let me take out my treasured cigarettes first."
Constantine stared at the midnight in front of him.
He was just talking. Constantine, who had no bottom line, had no intention of having any affair with the resurrected corpse of Voodoo.
The finger tiger on the fist has begun to exude a sacred light.
"Is this the power you got? You chose an angel?"
Midnight poured the wine in his hand into his mouth, and then bit the ice cubes until they crunched.
Constantine showed a charming smile: "Are you going to try it yourself? That would be a real honor."
"Ouch!"
A resurrected corpse, which the voodoo sorcerers said was extremely powerful, pounced directly on him.
This thing is more than enough to kill a Balza.
For a demon of that level, Balza may be the last one alive, although living is not as good as dead.
"Bang~shout~"
Constantine gave a standard uppercut to the abdomen, and after making a punching sound, the body of the resurrected corpse began to burn.
The soul floated out from the corpse's sewn mouth, and then disappeared all the way up.
"Is this the power of heaven? Now I'm interested in hearing what you have to say."
Midnight is not angry at all because he lost a resurrected corpse.
Now having seen Constantine's power, he chose to do the same as usual.
As a less trustworthy ally, Midnight is professional.
It was as natural as Constantine walking into a gay bar.
Constantine smiled and did not say the words "This is the power of the barbarians."
Got into the trap at midnight.
Then Dr. Voodoo won't be far away.
Midnight was sacrificed. As a sacrifice to summon a powerful man at the level of the Supreme Mage, Midnight was too good.
Constantine wasn't sure if he had any hair or anything left behind that Dr. Voodoo used as a medium for curses.
But he was ready.
He had the mark left on his arm by Auriel and was now covered by hope.
If someone could break through Hope's protection and curse him, then he would admit it.
"Don't say you don't know the time when angels came before."
Constantine turned sideways and assumed a boxing stance.
Obviously he had no intention of giving up the fight just like that.
This posture of flashing back and forth with the front hand hanging on the waist and protecting the chin with the back hand was something Constantine learned from a boxing coach. What's it called Detroit style?
It is said to be very useful.
This was also the first time he tried to fight using this posture.
Somewhat nondescript.
But someone is clearly serious.
The coach obviously didn't teach Constantine carefully.
Because this posture has extremely high physical requirements.
Being tall is the first step, but to be effective, you also need a pair of long enough arms and strong shoulders.
The jab is a great technique, but for Constantine that's all.
The problem of congenital deficiencies is not easy to make up for.
Midnight looked expressionlessly as Constantine kept shaking his front hand in provocation, and turned around.
A large group of newly awakened zombies have appeared in Constantine's sight.
"No matter how powerful the weapon is, it cannot hide the fact that you are a weakling, John." Midnight said with his back to Constantine: "Your physical strength cannot support you to continue fighting, and here is me In this territory, there are endless things like resurrected corpses.”
Constantine put down his posture and smiled playfully.
"Are you going to take a trip to hell? I think you're going to like the electric chair."
Constantine taunted Midnight.
This voodoo sorcerer will not believe him honestly, and will definitely look for specific information on his own.
that's enough.
Dr. Voodoo immediately has a reason to go out and fight.
And he, Constantine, will throw himself into the arms of hope and become the vanguard against evil.
As long as the Prius doesn't object...
…
"Who are you!"
Peggy Carter wore a white coat and faced Dr. Stern in front of her.
His face is not pretty at all.
Although she looks young again now.
It's just that no matter who it is, it won't be a good feeling when the only human being in front of them is drinking coffee.
Dr. Stern's silence struck Agent Carter as a provocation.
"Where is this?"
Agent Carter asked again, and this time he only received Dr. Stern's wide, blank eyes.
While she was testing Dr. Stern in front of her, she felt the difference in her body.
That surging sense of power made her a little uneasy.
No kind person in this world would help a person who is about to die of old age and then leave him alone.
Hydra will make good use of those who have been transformed. There is no reason for the guy who performed the surgery on her to disappear.
Agent Carter had to keep thinking in his mind.
[Why did Colson hold me hostage? Has SHIELD not discovered it yet? What happened to me? What to do now? 】
A series of questions almost turned into bubbles and flew out of Agent Kurt's head.
Dr. Stern responded by drinking his coffee silently, not even glancing at Carter.
It’s a miracle that Dr. Stern still knows how to drink coffee after having a prefrontal lobotomy.
Normally there is not much difference between a person who has undergone this surgery and a vegetative state.
"Is there a phone here?"
Agent Carter hasn't given up on getting information from Dr. Stern.
Although she had scanned her surroundings when asking.
But the terrible thing is that this place doesn't even have a landline.
Suddenly there was a burst of buzzing sounds, and a picture appeared on the only intact display screen not far away.
"Ms. Peggy Carter, I want to play a game with you."
Murdoc's big face appeared above.
Peggy Carter frowned and looked at the screen with an unhappy expression.
"I've seen Saw, and what you imitated looks nothing like it."
Peggy Carter sneered mercilessly, with a bit of contempt on her face.
"Now you and Dr. Stern are both in this place, and in the end only one can survive. Now, great Agent Carter, as the best spy agent, do you want to prove to me that you are righteous?"
There was no pause in Murdoc's voice.
At this point, Agent Carter also confirmed that the scene in front of him was just a pre-recorded video.
"If you can be the lucky one, I will find a way to visit you in the next time and solve your lifespan problem.
As for whether you have this opportunity, I'm not sure. But I think you'll thank me. "
Murdoc's influence finished speaking and then disappeared.
Peggy Carter felt her eyes twitching.
This kind of task requirement was too general, and she doubted whether Murdoc was powerful enough to do it.
