Chapter 459
Perhaps in the eyes of believers.
Heaven and hell are binary oppositions, and there is no uniqueness.
But in Cole's eyes.
The so-called Heavenly Father and Satan.
It's more like a rebellious man-made offspring, and a hypocritical old father, a family ethics drama of the father's kindness and the filial piety.
There is no absolute sacredness.
There is no absolute evil.
Walking on the barren land of hell.
Breakout.
Headless monsters and ferocious beasts, stacked on top of each other, send out a panic roar, waiting around Cole, begin to stir.
Until the irresistible command from the high-ranking person, entrapped in the will full of malicious will come.
Like a sea of flesh and bones.
Densely packed hell soldiers, crowded together, in an imposing manner, toward the tall silhouette walking alone in the land of sin.
Viciously crushing the past.
The desperate roar of gunfire sounded.
The warhead wrapped in the blood flame and under the absolute Death Power turns into a scimitar of massacre. In the bloody offensive woven by hell creatures, it cuts brutally one after another across Heaven and Earth. Scary bloodstains.
Thousands of evils.
all split up and in pieces, broken into a pool of meat.
Cole's footsteps.
It is like climbing a sacred mountain, an unstoppable spirit of vengeance, trampling on a land that has never been set foot in hell for thousands of years.
The fury of the purgatory trench coat burns the darkness and sin.
Countless wraith evil spirits, under the burning of Purgatory Fire, turned into ashes in the sky, wrapped in the raging wind, and returned to nothingness.
The road to the Gluttony Stone.
It's very long.
But it's close at hand.
Until Cole stopped in front of the rough boulder, plain, weathered for countless years, eternally unchanging and gushing out foul yellow water.
Behind him.
Endless corpses are piled up into mountains.
The blood of sin flows like a wave.
No one, nothing, dare to block his footsteps.
The Demon God of hell hides shiver coldly in the corner that cannot be found.
The powerful filth, named after Satan, kept silent and did not dare to say nothing about Cole's presence in their territory.
Take out the last cigarette in the cigarette pack.
The countdown to the life of the system hint, hovering at 00:59:51.
Cole lifts the head.
Staring at a familiar name written in blood: Cole · Walker.
Ignite a criminal verdict.
The metal lighter that roars like an evil spirit, gushing out Purgatory Fire.
At the same time pull the trigger.
After the gunfire.
A puff of green smoke rose from the cigarette butts.
The system hint sound also sounded in this brief moment.
'Time-limited mission, completed. '
'The time of hell is extremely long, but to find the stone of gluttony, in addition to fearless courage, thousands of flesh and blood sacrifices are needed.
You successfully recovered a life, demon-hunter. '
'Reward: the lung of steel. '
[Steel lung: Now, you are completely immune to inhaled poison qi. ]
Done all this.
Cole exhaled a mouthful of muddy smoke, frowned, and stopped looking at the gluttony stone, looking thoughtful.
The portable notepad appears in the left hand.
Write a sentence on it: For the bastards of hell. ——Your closest friend, Cole Walker.
Tear off the paper.
Use a dagger to nail the boulder.
Turn around.
Look up and look into the distance, sending a greeting middle finger to the guys secretly watching in the distance.
Say a short sentence that loves you: f**k, u.
Cole steps forward and returns to the world.
Perhaps he killed one day one night in hell.
Maybe longer.
But in the outside world, time only passes in a short moment.
In the distance.
Constantine and Angela stood in the ruins, looking at him.
"Is it finished so soon?"
Cole took a step, stopped in front of the two, took out a dagger mixed with the remains of angels, handed it to Constantine, and said, " Although you are a bastard, at least you are on my side.
Take it, parting gift."
As a professional second-door dealer.
John’s eyes were harsh, and after he got the dagger, he immediately saw the extraordinary.
"Angel's breath...what did you mix in it?"
"Bone."
"Then it must be sold for a good price. "
Cole puts his left hand in his trouser pocket, takes the cigarette in his right hand, and walks away.
Angela looked at his back and hurriedly said, "Should I still go to DemonBBQ to find you in the future?"
The only answer to her was a cold, unkind word.
"The grill is closed, detective."
The two watched Cole disappear at the end of the street.
Constantin grabbed the dagger and said, "That bastard always appears mysterious, and then mysterious disappears, if you really want to see him.
It’s better to ask Satan to do it. A deal.
He will be back soon to find you."
Angela took a deep breath, took a look at him, and responded, "Shit."
Cole walked to the corner of the street, a relatively unmanned and secluded place.
'system, leave the Constantine Cinematic Universe. '
'You can stay in this World for up to three days, do you want to leave now? '
'Yes. '
'Starting to settle...'
'demon-hunter, although you have tried your best to control the anger in your heart, the act of killing Lucifer, the morning star, still gives John Kang Stantin left a mess.
Fortunately.
He has long been used to it. '
'Trait: Holy Killer, has expired. '
'Settlement bounty: One hundred and three thousand West pounds. '
'Ready to return...'
The vision plunged into pure darkness.
After a while.
The dim light caught Cole's eyes.
He is still standing in front of the window of the special minister's office.
The clothes on her body and the time she left have not changed.
It's one o'clock in the morning.
After Cole signed and sealed the last document, he called Ava Shaw and sent him back to his apartment to rest.
...
At the same time.
In the early hours of the Golden Harbor, every household has fallen asleep.
However.
There is a very old apartment building.
The lights of a house are always on.
Under the window, in front of the antique-grade wooden table, a thin young man of the same age as Cole, browses slightly wrinkle, revises tomorrow's speech verbatim.
Beside the right hand, there is a rubbed name on the water cup that has been paved: Will Connor.
If you are familiar with the city council of Golden Port.
You will know that the owner of this name is a city councillor who is well known, funny and even idealistic to the ridiculous youngster.
His propositions and theories are not only divorced from reality, but in the eyes of radical politicians, they are somewhat radical and excessive.
If it's not his father.
Old Connor spent his entire life before his death to get him into the city council. Will Connor, a nobleman, is almost ready to beg on the streets now.
When he carefully revised the last line of the manuscript.
A burst of strange, uncontrollable scent of intoxication suddenly appeared in his room.
Unfortunately, the youngster who was over-invested, simply didn't care about this.
Until.
An elegant female voice sounded in the room.
"William Connor, a poor worm who is regarded as a clown by his colleagues, you are so naive to think that a speech can change your destiny and this World?"
A sound is heard.
The youth turned around.
I saw a beautiful suffocating woman standing silently behind him.
The dark crow feathers are luxurious and mysterious.
The tears on the pale face make people involuntarily feel compassion.
Lost for a while.
Recognize the youth of this terrifying woman.
The eyes widened, he got up in a panic, his leather boots kicked the chair and slid on the floor, making a harsh crunch.
Leaning on the table with a look of fear, he couldn’t talk, "You...Dark Crow Witch?!"