Chapter 312
Constantine feels cold.
It's very cold, not just the skin telling him that he is about to be frozen, but also the cold from the soul, which is a kind of freezing emotion and indifference to the soul, more like some kind of special contamination , He couldn't help but wrapped the windbreaker wrapped around him, but walking in a barren desert, it was obviously not enough just to keep warm.
As for why he appeared in the Nevada desert, thousands of miles away from New York, this is obviously another story.
"Where the hell did you let me... go!"
He couldn't help but moved towards the sky and shouted, "You tell me somehow! Don't torture me!"
"Go ahead!"
The dark voice surging in his heart, conveyed only such a meaning, but it is certain that the person talking with him is a real The boss, because of his strong power, can only use this weak and inaudible way when communicating, otherwise it will be easily discovered by the Supreme Master who monitors the world.
After crossing the vast sea of space overnight, Constantine as a whole looks like Old Dog whose spine has been completely interrupted, without the optimism and playfulness of the past, just like He was thrown into the sewage for three days and three nights, completely eliminating his last trace of Essence, Qi, and Spirit.
He is like the most exhausted traveler, struggling to advance in the desert at night. He doesn’t know the goal, how long he will go, and it is very likely that he will fall dead in the desert at the next moment. But he had to move forward.
Everyone is born with weaknesses, even the most powerful Supreme Master, and these weaknesses should be protected very well and carefully, otherwise once the weaknesses are mastered, the end will be extremely Unfortunately, Constantine in front of me is an extreme negative example.
He personally dug a ten thousand zhang abyss for himself. Now, he is about to be completely swallowed by the abyss he dug out. No one wants to be a lackey, because no matter whether the owner wins or wins, he is a lackey. The end will not be too good, but the problem is that sometimes, you have to be a dog...
For people with pride in their hearts, this is the most painful.
On the cold and dark desert dunes, the Spirit World detective looked around. He was sure that he was completely lost now. In this unmarked desert environment, he was so aimless Go, this was an inevitable result, but just as he was about to lift his foot forward again, a person suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
"That's..."
He looked at that guy, very far, about several hundred meters away, and only a rough outline could be seen in the dark. But it was certain that it was a human being. He staggered forward in the direction moved towards Constantine, but the pace was so stiff that he didn't look like a normal person at all, but like... a walking corpse.
"peng"
Walking forward more than ten meters, it seems that all his strength has been completely exhausted. He fell on his back in the sand dunes, splashing a ground of yellow sand. Constantine was taken aback by the sidelines.
He walked over and buckled the golden fingers in his pockets, wrapped around the sacred curse on his fingers, and held the holy water in his other hand. It took him nearly 10 minutes to Dilly-dallying walked to the fallen guy, and he looked at the man under his feet.
"Bad hair, dirty clothes, bare feet, plus this smell..."
Constantine squatted down, frowned looking at this already lost breath, more Like a person who has lost his soul, "Looks like a South American..."
He looked at the feet that had been completely worn away. It was an absolutely cruel picture. It was so cruel that it made the scalp numb. He forced himself not to look at those feet. When he put his gaze on this guy's hand, he saw a flash of light in the darkness.
It’s like a rays of light reflected by metal. After seeing the thing that guy is holding tightly in his hand, Constantine reaches out and takes the cold metal out of this guy’s hand, but At the moment the metal was separated, the corpse that had just died seemed to be weathered, the flesh and blood instantly turned into black quicksand scattered in place, and the bones were shattered, leaving only pieces of small bones. .
It looks like this corpse has been abandoned in the desert for hundreds of years.
This scene greatly changed Constantine complexion. He once again placed his gaze on the metal fragment in his hand. It was a piece of metal with no characteristics or even appeared rough, but he could barely see it. It should belong to the wreckage of a certain weapon. He turned the iron block cautiously, and then saw the rune engraved under the metal block.
He was stung by the Poisonous Scorpion. He threw the thing on the ground like a hot potato. He couldn’t help but stepped back, staggering and falling, his feet constantly in the desert. He rubbed his body back, trying to stay away from the metal block. Obviously, this thing scared him.
"Are you afraid?"
The darkness appeared in front of him in the form of light and shadow, like a dark vortex suspended under the sky, across the vortex, Constantine as if I can see a pair of dark eyes looking directly at him.
"Why should you be afraid? Don’t you scumbags have been madly pursuing such a powerful existence? Why are you afraid? Go... pick it up! Get your power, and then go for a real major event !"
"no! I refuse!"
Constantine watched with lingering fear that it was thrown in the desert, no different from the remains of ordinary weapons, a metal strip like a dagger , He shouted,
"I refuse! That is not something I can hold... You are murdering! Murdering my soul!"
"he he he "
The voice became cold, "If it's not like this...Do you think your soul is of any use? It's just firewood, I will send it out of hell, from the sky When the pit comes here, the soul of the ordinary person can't bear the absorption from it at all. I am tired of frequent replacement of the holder... Fortunately I found you."
"Desperate, Desperate and sad, the painful familiar soul, the taste is still so wonderful."
"You must die."
The voice is indifferent, "It can at least make you live." For a while, don’t refuse this "gift", think about Cheryl, poor idiot, do you really think you have a choice?"
In those days, he was actually better at using flexible language and traps to deal with these troubles, but this time, he suddenly realized that the power of language is so weak.
& Cyber is as strong, and the bastard in front of him can't force him to do these things that are tantamount to suicide.But regret...it's too late.
"Crack"
Constantine took out the lighter, flicked it twice, and lit the cigarette. He sat on the cold sand dune and looked at the night above his head. The sky changed from He didn't seem so lonely, he reached out and touched his pocket, where he had nothing, really nothing.
"Okay...well, if that's the case..."
He reached out and picked up the dagger-like metal bar. When he started, it was cold The metal smelled like something delicious, it started to heat up, and finally, the scorching power was reflected in Constantine's palm, like holding coke in his hand, and most importantly, he couldn't discard it.
It's like sticking to his hand, there is no way to be discarded.
"Ah ah ah!"
He knelt on the ground in pain, holding his right arm in his left hand, his muscles all trembling, as if he was suffering from some kind of terrifying torture. After a while, the flesh and blood were scorched, but he recovered quickly, just like Cyber's self-healing, but there was a complicated imprint on the recovered skin.
It was an orange red pentagram, an inverted pentagram, dotted with complicated patterns, a pair of black wings, a long sword burning with flames, and dotted stars dotted in the center of the mark.
"Sure enough!"
Constantine's face is full of cold sweat, that is the appearance after pain, he lifts the head, looking at the empty sky,
"Sure enough, it is you!!!"
And when the poor Zakang, who was forced to the end of the road, was suffering in the Nevada desert, in the police morgue in Manhattan, Angela with an indifferent face and Father Hannessy, who was recovering from a serious illness, walked in. The policeman guarding the door of the morgue looked up and saw Angela,
"Hey, Detective Dodson, you are here today It’s so early!"
Angela looked at him, there was no smile in those eyes, as if she became another person overnight, she was wearing very casual clothes as usual today. Wearing a black trench coat, lined with tight jeans, a baseball cap, and a small backpack, the whole person looks younger, but the overall temperament has become gloomy.
To be precise, it was a lot more gloomy than the previous Detective Dodson.
"No, Ferguson, I resigned."
Angela said calmly, "This job is not for me... I will take a look at my younger sister today. It’s the priest I found. He will preside over the burial ceremony of my younger sister."
The police officer named Ferguson looked surprised. Angela is recognized as the most promising to become the youngest police sergeant this year. Tomorrow star, she actually chose to resign at this critical moment?
He was stunned for a few seconds, reacted quickly, and said with a heavy face,
"For what happened to your younger sister, I am very sorry, Angela, you have to take care. "
"There is nothing to apologize."
Angela took out her sunglasses from her pocket and put it on her face, saying very concisely, "It's not your fault, Ferguson, open Door, my time is very tight."
The police officer turned out a bunch of keys and pointed to the empty morgue.
"Room 13, Your younger sister is there."
Angela nodded, she glanced at Ferguson again, to be precise, at the two face looks sinister Wraith standing behind Ferguson, they were escaping from the police The members draw life from them, and they look fiercely at Angela, just like Cyber said, when she can see them, they can see her too.
Angela was silent for a moment and said softly,
"Change your position, Ferguson, and good luck."
A few minutes later, Angela She stretched out her younger sister's body bag and placed it in this cold morgue. In this weather, the body would not change. The location where Isabel fell from the top of the building happened to be a swimming pool. The shock made her He died instantly, but the corpse was not tortured very miserably.
The girl in front of her looked as though she was asleep, her face pale, especially her lips, she was pale and not so pale, Angela’s eyes were filled with indissoluble pain, until she extended the hand wanted When he touched his younger sister, Father Hannessy who had been standing behind her suddenly said,
"Don't touch her!"
"en?"
"Don't touch her! Angela..."
Fr. Hannahsi took three pairs of gloves from the side and put them on his hands one by one. He carefully turned Isabel's arm over and tied it up. The status token that was holding was pulled down, revealing the symbol that looked like a tattoo, but it looked like some kind of cult ceremony.
Fr. Hannahsi took two steps back as if he had been burned by the fire, crossing his chest frantically,
"Lord...God... You are right, Angela, your younger sister is not suicidal, this sign, this sign... Mammon. Child of darkness, a child who has committed a more serious crime than father! Heavens! This is crazy!"