Chapter 451
Cole walked over and got two doom cards.
The card face shrouded in black smoke describes a dystocia pregnant woman who gave birth to a dead baby in the oil painting style taught by World Sect.
There were two men standing beside her, and a large group of flames wrapped around the dead baby's body.
Another scarlet card of doom.
The card surface is chaotic.
There is a line of small Latin letters below.
It probably means: a person who holds a dagger can perform the power of Death God.
Afterwards.
The prophecy card turns into a sharp, old dagger about the length of a palm.
Constantine got up and walked to Cole's side.
Take a deep breath of cigarette.
frowned, "Dead baby...In the Middle Ages, the priest is generally believed to be the product of witch and devil adultery, and there is a big flame..."
cunning like him.
It soon became clear that this card, which is completely opposite to the Tarot card, represents death and doom, and foretold it.
Is there something.
I want to come to the world through Angela.
Angela returned the cube to Cole and said, "What's next?"
Cole motioned to Constantine to stand further.
Grasp the illusory dagger and walk to the police detective, said solemnly, "If you can see those things, they will see you too."
"What... .?"
Angela did not finish her voice.
The sharp dagger pierced her chest and pierced her heart in her incredible horrified gaze!
Death.
It turned into a noose that strangled the throat.
The horrible suffocation, and the gradual loss of sight from the body, made her realize in this brief moment that she seemed...dead?
Afterwards.
Scorching roaring fury.
Entrapped barrenness and dust, whizzing to it.
The ruined and devastated city is nothing but withered and ruins.
In the presence of a group of face looks sinister and ugly underworld soldiers, she saw a back that made her very self-blaming.
Isabella Dodson.
Her twin younger sister.
Standing on the top of a ruined building, looking back at her, with tears in her eyes, she whispered a heartbreaking sentence: Help me, Angie.
Then.
Amidst Angela's horrified screams and lingering voices, Isabella's eyes were full of despair, she jumped, and fell to her death again.
Hell is here.
A terrible prison of endless reincarnation of the death of sinners.
"No—Isabella—"
Suddenly.
In hell miscellaneous soldiers begin to stir, roar pounces on her.
In Angela desperately rushed to the edge of the building, trying to save the twin younger sister who had died.
An irresistible force of terror.
Tighten her neck tightly.
Pull back hard.
In a trance.
She returned to Isabella’s ward.
Even.
Cole still keeps piercing her heart with the dagger, but for some reason, the dagger has disappeared.
Do not wait for her to speak.
Astral Projection, repercussions brought by wandering around in hell.
She couldn't help but feel nauseated.
He fell to his knees and began to retching frantically.
Cole retracted his right hand and stopped to avoid knocking Angela over.
Hell is different from the passage of time in reality.
If we say that the time of the real world is a river rushing forward.
The time of hell is a sticky pitch.
Angela stayed in the hell for one minute, the time in the real world almost stopped untouched.
This time.
Constantin's cell phone rang suddenly.
Open the old-fashioned flip cover and switch it on.
"B (Biman's nickname), what's the matter?"
The voice from the other end of the phone trembled and looked very disturbed. He stammered, "Uh. .. John, I know you have never believed in, but we people..."
The words are not finished.
The call was arbitrarily interrupted by some supernatural force.
"Damn..."
Constantin closed the flip of his phone and said in a quick tone, "Cole, Biman is having some trouble, I have to go there right away. "
Angela got up with difficulty, frowned, "Biman? Your friend?"
No response, the other party has already slammed the door and left.
The female detective looked at Cole and hurriedly chased it out.
On the way.
Angela hung up police lights on the roof of the car, rushing all the way.
John Constantine, who finally recollected, turned around, faced Cole sitting in the back row, and began to breathe fragrance.
"You son of a bitch, you knew this would happen! Right?"
Cole was expressionless, "You don't want to go to heaven?"
"Fuck You’s paradise! You are exactly the same as Gabriel’s hybrid bastard! It’s another old-fashioned sacrifice, dedication...shit! I help them send that many hell scum Go back.
And have been trying to maintain their shit balance...Fak!"
Fustered and exasperated, he slammed the co-pilot's door hard.
Constantine now just wants to fiercely beat the bastard sitting in the back row!
On the contrary, Angela became more uncomprehending and wondered, "What on earth are you two arguing about? Also, this is my car. If it broke, you pay to repair it!"
Cole stared into John's eyes, his voice lacking emotional fluctuations, and said, "I am connected to your life, John, and because of a scumbag unfathomable mystery, I went to hell and settled in hell.
I can’t accept "
Constantin lowered his head and took out a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said with disdain, "Scum? When do you like to play the role of godfather, demon-hunter.
If Biman dies, his fate will rest on your head.
Man."
Twenty minutes later.
The textile factory where Biman works.
Today is not a day off.
But there is not one weird person in the factory.
The three ran all the way.
Pass through the cafeteria and the staff’s lounge and rush into the workshop.
The noisy mechanical rumbling sound instantly overwhelms all noise.
The end of the ground where the iron plate is laid.
A man leaning back on a chair is covered with flies.
If it weren't for his body still twitching, it would be no different from a dead person.
In this world, not everyone is the same as Constantine or Cole, investigating and fighting against Dark World, and can retreat.
In particular, he called each other a friend with Constantine, and participated in the investigation process of the case.
"Fak..."
Constantine cursed inwardly, ran to take off his clothes, and disperse the flies.
As a police detective, Angela was also frightened by the sight in front of her.
A big living person was drowned in a pile of flies.
The body is still twitching uncontrollably.
Whenever I look at this kind of picture, I feel panicked.
Cole walked over, put his hand on Biman’s neck, felt the pulse still, and said to Constantine, "Open his mouth."
"What? "
"If you don't want him to die, just open his mouth immediately!"
Constantin hesitated and squeezed Biman's mouth firmly.
After that, a large group of flies flew out of his mouth densely packed, and the scene was extremely disgusting.
The Scarlet Queen pops up.
Cole cut his wrist forcefully, allowing the blood of the mixed sequence to drip into Biman's mouth, and his face was full.
Activate the secret technique of massacre.
The scarlet fire ignited quickly.
Flies composed of pure Power of Darkness, under the burning of blood flames, emit extremely strange, like the painful screams of human infants, and turn into ashes in the turbulent flames!
This time.
Angela covered her mouth and witnessed everything.
Abruptly.
As if receiving some strange attraction, his gaze gradually looked down.
Gradually become sluggish, trance.
Go back two steps.
Bending down, slowly took out a strange coin in the gap of the iron plate.
A coin that Constantine and Cole are very familiar with.