Chapter 459 The Imprisoned Angel
Falling in love with youkanshu.com, a Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman
"Nexia, I don't understand..."
Constantine couldn't bear to look at the tragic state of those people again, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his teeth were almost crushed, and said, "Wilbur Whatley built this factory just for torture. Are they satisfying their perverted desires?"
"Remember the Ascension Plan mentioned in the manuscript?" Nexia asked.
"Remember, from a literal analysis, it should be Wilbur's plan to become a god, right?" Constantine recalled what was mentioned in the manuscript, although there are not many specific descriptions about 'ascension' , you can see some clues.
Wilbur Whatley is suspected to have acquired endless knowledge and mana from the books handed down by the family, thus becoming a powerful black magician, proficient in many lost dark magics he has never heard of.
Magic is a double-edged sword.
Constantine had personally experienced this principle from a long time ago, and his experience in Newcastle taught him that the stronger the power, the more restrictions there will be, and even just one carelessness will lead to the opposite of his will.
It is not difficult to believe that a nobleman who has never been in contact with the magic field will inevitably change his temperament after obtaining such a complex dark magic, especially when he once performed a mysterious ritual and obtained endless knowledge from it.
It was this wrong act that led to Wilbur's decision to become a god.
How the so-called ascension will be carried out and what the specific rituals will be. Although Constantine is not clear about it, he can be sure that the price Wilbur needs to pay is definitely not something he can afford.
"What does the Goshen plan have to do with these ordinary people?"
Constantine was very confused and said: "I also dabble in dark magic. With the greed of those dimension demon gods, the population of a mere city cannot satisfy their appetite at all, unless they can sacrifice half of the earth's people, otherwise How can you help him become a god?"
"You're only half right."
Nexia raised her hand and picked up a strand of blue silk that slipped from her temples, and said lightly: "Wilbur is not proficient in black magic, but another more evil magic, these people did not sacrifice it, but used to suffer."
A look of shock and doubt flashed across Constantine's face: "But...why is this?
"Because only these tormented and painful souls can help him complete the most important part of his plan to ascend to God." Nexia gave him a meaningful look and said, "Only those born in the midst of filth and evil are full of Only the tortured soul can pollute that existence."
"Contamination...that one exists?"
Constantine was suddenly startled when he heard the words, feeling faintly that he had forgotten something.
"Constantine..."
"Constantine..."
"Constantine..."
The vague voice that echoed in my ears just now seems to have become clearer now, and the voice has always lingered in the back of my mind, constantly murmuring and repeating his name.
"Hey, Nexia..."
Constantine's expression changed slightly, and he turned to the girl beside him to verify: "Someone is calling my name, did you hear me?"
"No, I can't hear you."
Nexia shook her head, indicating that she didn't hear it, but then she changed the conversation and said suddenly: "But that voice calling you is indeed real, and only you can hear it, so don't be too nervous. ."
It turned out that it was not an illusion caused by his exhaustion!
Constantine suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain,
As if something was coming out of it, he couldn't help clenching his teeth and holding his head and trembling, ten fingers were deeply inserted into the roots of his hair, and his breathing became rapid.
A strange sense of disobedience crept out from the bottom of my heart.
In his eyes, all the surrounding scenery suddenly became illusory and hazy, countless overlapping phantoms appeared, and a strange memory that had never happened before flashed through his mind like lightning!
"Newcastle...I remember!"
Constantine recited the name of this place, and a gleam of light gradually appeared in his confused eyes: "I... come back to this place to save the little girl Astra, but I... You seem to have forgotten something?"
"Second memory triggered."
Nexia nodded slightly, her pink cherry lips were relieved, and she patted her chest and said, "Fortunately, you remembered in time, there is still time, let's hurry to the next place."
"No wonder you haven't reminded me that the trigger condition was my memory?" Constantine covered his head with one hand, the pain still lingering on him, and said with cold air in his mouth, "If I don't recover my memory, would I just Does that mean we can't stop Wilbur?"
"At least, the future as I know it, yes."
Nexia's eyes were a little sad, and she said: "If you come here and you haven't recovered your memory, then the chances of us winning in the end will be infinitely close to zero."
"What are the chances now?" Constantine asked curiously.
Nexia thought for a while and said, "50%... is already very high."
"Half and half... ok."
Hearing this, Constantine regained his energy and smiled optimistically: "At least the probability is higher than when I bet with the devil."
During the conversation between the two, they had come to the deepest part of the factory.
A huge iron gate stood in front of it, and it was engraved with a huge amount of complicated incantations. Just looking at it was enough to make people dazzled, let alone deciphering or understanding the meaning of these incantations.
"Is that Wilbur guy still human?!"
Constantine just glanced at it, and felt that his head was about to explode, and he raised his hands directly: "Don't expect me to open this iron door, I can't even understand what is written on it."
"No, just leave it to me."
Nexia slowly pulled out the Zanpakutō at her waist, with a hint of solemnity in her cold expression, and said, "After I open this iron gate, Wilbur Whatley will appear immediately, and I will I'll do my best to hold it back for you, and the rest is up to you."
"Gudong..."
Infected by her seriousness, Constantine swallowed and said, "Wait, you don't seem to have told me, what exactly do you want me to do?"
"When you go in, you will naturally know." Nexia looked back at his eyes and said.
"You believe me like that?" Constantine suddenly panicked, what if he didn't know what to do?
But unfortunately, Nexia did not answer him, and walked to the iron gate step by step, the slender blade with white opalescence, in this dark environment, released a refreshing Reiki, in the mouth Silently he said:
"Everything goes against the journey, and a hundred generations pass by, like a galloping shadow, to spend leisure time."
"It's life is like floating, its death is like rest."
"Swallow Solution - Floating Life!"
The next moment, the iron gate shattered.
"Walk!"
Nexia sighed.
boom!
The Reiatsu that Constantine's feet were brewing suddenly erupted at this moment, galloping past like electric light, wiping Nexia's side, and rushing straight into the broken iron gate.
boom--
Earth-shattering violent vibrations rushed from behind along with rolling air waves!
Constantine didn't dare to look back at all, and rushed forward desperately, knowing that as long as he hesitated, he would be completely torn to pieces by the cold, ghastly gaze behind him!
The iron gate is still a dark passage.
He didn't know how long he had been running, until there was a burning pain in his lungs, and he saw a ray of light.
A majestic vitality came continuously, and at the same time, the voice calling him became clearer at this time.
Finally, he came to the end.
A pot-shaped cultivation tank soaked with bright red blood was suspended in mid-air by countless iron cables engraved with incantations, and the pipes that absorbed the painful soul were connected to the thing from all directions.
Imprisoned in the cultivation tank, it turned out to be a woman!
It was a woman with a beautiful face, her scattered blond hair was very conspicuous in the blood, and she was wearing a gorgeous golden armor dress. The dividing line, the two red red lips are plump and thin, and the eyes are closed as if they are sleeping.
But if that's all, it's not enough to shock the old driver Constantine.
What really shocked him to the point of incomparable, even numb scalp and cold air from the soles of the feet, was that six huge sacred and pure wings grew from behind that woman!
This is a... imprisoned Seraph!