Chapter 455
What Constantine was looking for was an old electrocution chair that had electrocuted more than two hundred people.
Because too many people have died.
This has caused this thing to become more and more evil in the eyes of the ordinary person.
Haunted.
Unfortunate happens often and so on.
In the eyes of industry insiders like Cole, the reason for this wicked chair is that it is too close to the gate of hell.
Causing some evil things, often unconsciously run out and wander in the world.
However.
These things are kind to a powerful voodoo warlock like Daddy Midnight, if he doesn't trouble those little bastards, he is already kind.
Even more how is Cole such a professional God-killing ghost, Archangel has always seen terrifying guys who are terrifying.
So.
The evil of this thing has evolved some wonderful uses for the three insiders in the room.
For example.
Sit up.
Experience the near death, and watch the future, the present, and the past while jumping left and right in front of the gates of hell.
Just like what John Constantine is doing.
A moment of effort.
When his expression turned into a mask of pain, he suddenly raised his hands and choked his neck.
Closed his eyes and shouted, "Cole!"
It is clear that Constantine's will is contending with some evil thing, and it is completely irresistible.
hearing this.
At midnight, he hurriedly picked up the bare wires that were stuck in the water.
Cole one step forward.
Grab the moment of Constantine.
An extremely large evil force, extremely heavy, manipulated Constantine's body, pressed him firmly on the chair, and tried to strangle him alive.
A pure spirit strength confrontation.
The moment when the godslayer curse unique to demon-hunter escapes the soul.
All the evil powers, like encountering the darkness of flames, being injured, wailing in horror, and receding like a tide.
At the same time.
Cole grabbed John's clothes, picked him up, got out of the electric chair, and put him aside.
"Found it?"
Constantin exhales one mouthful of impure air, with a very uncomfortable expression and a cold sweat on his face, responding, "Almost you can say that."
Find the definite location of the guy holding the Spear of Destiny.
With the help of Chas, a batch of gold bullets and weapons were prepared, and the three of them rode on the road.
Tianbishop’s world view.
The Gold Coin made of gold indirectly killed Jesus, the Son of God.
So the traditional exorcist likes to use this valuable thing to deal with mixed species.
Perhaps because of the existence of Cole.
Man Meng gathered a large number of mixed-race devil, blocking the streets and hospitals, and guarding his birthplace.
The quantity level is at least ten times higher.
However.
The plot is the same as the original movie.
Cole needs to kill along the street to attract the attention of the half-blood devil Legion.
Chas and Constantine sneaked in from the other side, before Manmon was born, rescued Angela, and completed her exorcism ceremony.
In the car.
Maybe because of excitement.
Chas couldn't help shaking his hands holding the steering wheel.
The tone is hurried, said with a smile, "Wow! This plan is crazy! One person can deal with more than two hundred mixed devil, Cole, can you really handle it alone?"
Constantin lowered his head to frowned, "This is the only chance, and he can also brace oneself."
Cole sat in the back row.
Take out a piece of tarp and gently wipe the blade of the long knife, indifferently said, "Are you afraid?"
Chas danced, excitedly said, "I'm not afraid! I want to Like John, pointing to the names of those bastards shout out: 'Hey! listen to me, here is Chas Kramer you filthy son of a bitch!!'
Oh wow ——!
Simply handsome!"
If he is not a half-blood angel, Cole might think he has the potential to become a qualified demon-hunter, but his existence is a mistake.
A private monitor customized by God for Constantine.
A nobody who is sad and awe-inspiring.
The more I talk, the more excited I get.
Chas glanced at Cole in the endoscope, and then said, "Or, I can be like you, demon-hunter.
Find a long knife.
Standing coldly in front of the devil, and then said blankly:'Die, or roll yourself, I will give you three seconds.'
haha!
Seriously, Cole, after this event is over, can you teach me a few tricks?"
while speaking.
The taxi turns around the intersection.
The usual busy streets are surprisingly quiet.
The underwhelming crowd is jammed on the street outside the hospital, and even nearby, a policeman can’t see it.
At the moment the taxi appeared.
one after another evil force, turned into intrusion and manipulation.
A vain attempt to invade the souls of the three and drive them away.
Chas, who screamed the most fiercely before, helped his hat, hurriedly stepped on the brake and lowered his head, cry out in surprise, "Damn! More than two hundred people...that many?!"
p>Cole's eyes shine through the car window.
Dense crowds.
The water is blocked in the street.
It seems that you can't see the end at a glance, giving people a strong visual impact and huge oppression.
It's a pity.
A battle ten times more terrifying than this, failed to stop the demon-hunter's footsteps, even more how is just more than two hundred ridiculous mixed races.
Open the door.
Get off.
Chas fired up the throttle and prepared to sneak into the hospital from the other direction.
Under the gloomy sky.
Cole stood alone on the street.
On the opposite side is a black, low-eyed mixed breed.
A pair of red pupils looked directly into Cole's eyes with great malice and hatred.
Step forward in the first mixed race.
Follow the same kind behind it, aggressive, with cruel and fierce smiles, like a roaring torrent, rolling towards Cole!
next moment.
The burning cigarette fell to the ground.
Like a roaring evil monster, with the color of steel flowing, the saboteur shotgun appeared in Cole's hands.
ka-cha.
The bullet is loaded.
Pull the trigger.
Splashing flames erupted at the muzzle.
The flying projectile, like a cloth tearing machine, rushed into the mixed race.
Tear their bodies.
Break their skeletons.
The splashed dark green blood, like a splattered oil painting, solidified in bullet time.
"Roar--"
The crowd roared in unison, rushing into the sky.
The chaotic footsteps, like drums, are heavy and shocking.
Faced with all this.
The expression of demon-hunter has never changed.
Continuously pull the trigger.
Like a ruthless killing machine.
Every second, there are mixed species falling in a pool of blood and wailing in pain.
Until the first mixed-blood devil, passing through the Absolute Death Region constructed by bullets, pounced on Cole ferociously.
The saboteur shotgun disappeared.
The long knife and the justice trial hold each other.
Dodge, chop and chop.
The flesh and skeleton are broken in the mournful scream.
Like a bloody butcher.
Just like a superb death dancer.
The flames of the bullet and the Blade complement each other, bringing death and pain.
The long knife broke.
The magazine is emptied.
The cunning and brutality of the Scarlet Queen, every time it appears, it will leave two screaming undead behind Cole.
Until a pair of leather boots stained with dark green blood, stepped on the steps of the hospital.
The purgatory windbreaker burns, burning all the filthy blood.
Cole takes out a cigarette.
Head down, frown, light up.
Step into the hospital.
Behind him, on the long narrow street, a mutilated, but still alive, mixed-blood devil, weaving a picture of the flesh and blood of purgatory on earth.
Awesome!