Chapter 446
Angela frowned, staring into the distance and wondering, "The power is cut off?"
The sound of the car door being locked automatically sounded abruptly.
"What...?"
Constantin took a deep breath, pulled the detective's arm, and said, "We have to get out of here now."
Step forward.
Go to the window where the portrait of Holy Mother Mary is placed.
Angela freed her arm.
Look around on your back.
The spirit medium's natural instinct for Power of Darkness made her aware that the darkness in the distance seemed to hide something.
Afterwards.
The rustling sound, caught in the whistling breeze, passed by the two of them.
The female detective questioned, "What sound?"
"Wings, maybe sharp claw."
Angela stared at the pitch black warily The sky, stepped back, and said, "You must be joking, what's the paw?"
Constantine took out a piece of saint’s linen clothes, quickly wrapped it around his hand, bowed his head and responded, "Some don’t Something that should appear here."
tone barely fell.
A group of invisible black shadows passed over Angela's head.
The female detective hurriedly drew her pistol.
When Constantine saw this, he took out the lighter and said, "The pistol is useless...Close your eyes."
"Why?"
"Don't close it."
The exorcist's frustrated voice disappeared.
Similar to the rays of light of the Holy Mother Maria, under the erosion of the gloom, it gradually sinks into the night.
Absolute darkness has arrived.
Constantine lit the fragments of the saint's clothes.
In an instant.
The dazzling fire, engulfing the heat wave and dispelling the darkness.
At the same time, it also reflects the unclean things entrenched in the dark.
A group of hell soldiers with only chin heads, fleshy wings on their backs, and shriveled and hairless bodies.
Immersed in the glory of the saint.
The filthy body of profanity, like dry wormwood, turned into Heavenly Fire stars, burning out in painful screams.
Easily dispose of these hell miscellaneous soldiers.
Constantine habitually prepares to take out a cigarette.
But at the moment of lighting the lighter.
A more dazzling holy light, like an angel descending on the world, suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.
He shouted loudly without being angry.
As the saints live high in the temple, they sing in unison and recite the holy notes.
"Profane things, return to where you should go!"
The power of angels speaks spirits.
It shows everything.
Hiding in a dark corner, the surviving devil waiting for an opportunity, under this irreversible voice, struggling to fall into hell again.
The dust has settled.
The angel bathed in the blurry rays of light, unable to see his face, descended in front of Angela, whose expression was completely dull.
Extend the right hand to her, and the soft voice turned into a warm breeze blowing over the human soul, engulfed in the soul-catching ethereal voice, it slowly sounded.
"Isabella is waiting for you, Angela, come with me."
However.
From the perspective of Constantine.
It was not an angel at all that came to Angela!
It is a hideous body, with spikes and abscesses all over his body, exuding a strong smell of sulfur, and a devil that is as fat as sludge!
A blasphemer who fell to heaven and hell!
A despicable fallen angel who betrayed God and faith!
I feel bad.
Constantine hurriedly extended the hand, trying to grab Angela, who was deceived, and shouted, "Angela! Don't..."
The words were not finished.
The fallen angel raised his left hand.
The unstoppable supernatural power, like a car running wildly, smashed into it fiercely.
Constantin groaned and flew out and hit the shop window.
Under the power of terror.
He just felt that every bone was creaking up and down all over his body.
Lie on the ground.
Difficult lifts the head, extend the hand In vain trying to catch Angela, even the voice is as weak as she is about to die.
"Angela, don't go there..."
If anyone in this world knows the famous John Constantine enough, that person must be himself.
Depressed.
Negative.
Smoky is like life.
Wandering and unruly.
Concealed under these characteristics, the real Constantine is a complete lone star of the evil spirits.
Even he knows it himself.
As if it was a deliberate trick by fate, anyone who has a relationship with him will not end well in the end.
It's not that he has died tragically.
It's a gallop on the road to death.
He once tried to be a normal person.
Unfortunately, this is a bit too difficult for a lone star who is born to kill relatives and friends.
Now.
In his in front of one's eyes, a woman is about to be captured by the fallen angel.
That kind of powerless sense of destiny.
Even more deadly than the pain of advanced lung cancer.
Gabriel often criticizes that Constantine has never really believed in God.
But if the birdman could experience this'scum' experience firsthand, I am afraid, it is not difficult to understand why John is not a devout believer.
Instead, everyone will think: Is the old fellow of God deliberately deliberate?
When Angela was bewitched by the devil, she walked sluggishly, extended the hand arm, ready to take the'angel' hand.
When Constantine was madly breathing and fragrant, he took out a small bottle of holy water with difficulty in an attempt to regain Angela's consciousness and soul.
When the fallen angel hated the ugly face, and after the conspiracy succeeded, he grinned at John mockingly, flowing out the stench of yellow water.
The ending of everything seems to be doomed in this brief moment.
Just like Constantine's career, he has experienced many times of poor conditions of powerlessness.
next moment.
A roar of gunfire.
Blasted over the street!
The bullet constructed by Soul Power is like a meteor in the extreme night, engulfing the stream of flames and fire, cutting through the darkness, and piercing through the lies and deceit hidden by the dark.
Extremely fierce.
Into the ugly body of the fallen angel!
It's like a swollen cyst with air blown into it.
The filthy and unclean body of the fallen angel swells rapidly in its heart-piercing and painful wailing.
Enough to shake the soul of the saint.
The horror sound that is enough to kill hundreds of mortals in an instant, turned into an unwilling roar before death, and exploded over the deadly streets.
"Cole Walker! Ah...no! Ah——"
Boom——
The sound of flesh and blood exploding.
It burst like a balloon full of sewage.
Dull.
Splattering.
The black and yellow blood of Datan covered the bodies of Angela and Constantine.
Afterwards.
As the dark forces fade away, they turn into flying ashes and disappear between Heaven and Earth.
Angela who regained her autonomy.
Open your mouth wide.
Standing in place blankly.
She was so shocked that she couldn't say a word for a long time.
Constantin exhales one mouthful of impure air, and his face was full of cold sweats with horror. He simply lay on the ground to recover his strength, lit a cigarette by the way, took a deep breath, fiercely passed the lungs.
I caught a glimpse of the tall silhouette of the windbreaker in the street lamp, spitting out exhaust gas, and said lazily, "I thought you were dead next to the ashtray, demon-hunter."