Chapter 463 John Constantine's Fangs
Falling in love with youkanshu.com, a Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman
fighting! fighting! fighting!
Two men fought for a woman, and in this dark and bloody factory, an almost tragic battle broke out. .
Although it is said to be a battle, it is actually a one-sided crushing game.
In the face of Wilbur, who was completely in a rage, whether it was strength, speed, or even all kinds of strange methods, Constantine, a completely novice death god, was almost powerless to fight back, and he could only let the opponent abuse and slaughter. .
Over and over again, lingering, dismembering, and slaughtering in fancy ways.
But all the capital punishments that have appeared in the world that can be done in the imagination of human beings have been executed on him again.
Wilbur vented all the resentment and jealousy in his heart on this man, and until Constantine was completely torn apart, he let out a furious roar, which was as terrifying as a mad beast in a bloodthirsty state.
Large patches of bright red blood seeped into the ground, countless pieces of meat the size of fingernails fell in every corner like snowflakes, and the broken organs were discarded. No one could see it. This pile of disgusting The thing turned out to be Constantine.
"Huchi...huchi..."
After some venting, Wilbur calmed down a little and stared forward panting.
Of course, the main reason for calming down was that it found that the bastard, Constantine, really couldn't be killed. No matter what method it used to kill Constantine, the bastard would reappear in the next second!
"Resurrected again..."
Wilbur's eyes were gloomy, his teeth were about to be shattered, showing how much he hated Constantine.
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A blond man with a decadent expression walked out slowly and staggeringly from the countless ghosts and ghosts. His eyes were full of exhaustion and numbness that could not be concealed.
"Um?"
Wilbur narrowed his eyes and suddenly noticed something strange.
The long river of blood flowing, I don't know when it is about to dry up, and the number of ghosts and ghosts, which can be said to be huge, has unknowingly decreased a lot at this moment, and there are only about a dozen or so left.
A speculation about Constantine quietly surfaced in his mind.
"Fake squid!"
After enduring horrific torture, Constantine's spirit was on the verge of collapse, but he still held up a middle finger at Wilbur and provocatively said: "Come on, you son of a bitch. bitch, I don't have anything else, just life is hard enough, kill me!!!"
"Don't try to provoke me, John Constantine." Wilbur had calmed down at the moment, staring at him coldly, and said: "The game is over, I have seen through your clumsy and ridiculous trick. ."
Constantine was startled when he heard the words, although there was no words, but panic flashed in his eyes.
When Wilbur saw the fleeting panic, he undoubtedly confirmed his guess even more: "If I guess correctly, the reason why you can be resurrected again and again is because those resentful spirits have replaced you, right? ?"
Constantine's eyes flickered, and his lips twitched as he tried to refute, but was interrupted again.
"Don't be too quick to argue, Constantine."
Wilbur grinned, slowly crouched down, spread his legs back and forth, and stood on tiptoe slightly: "What is the answer to the immortal body, let me test it myself, don't you know?"
boom!
A huge force erupted, and the surrounding ground collapsed!
The powerful physical function has been improved several times again,
So much so that Wilbur's speed has become faster, and it has completely exceeded the dynamic vision of the creature. The naked eye can't capture its trajectory at all, and can only barely see a red light flashing in the dark.
"Blood Curse: Body Explosion!"
A palm pressed on Constantine's chest, the hot flames were compressed to the extreme, and then exploded violently in the human body!
With the monstrous blood-red flames rising, Constantine's whole body was instantly evaporated, and not even the slightest ash remained.
After a while, Constantine's face was gloomy, and he walked out of the long river of blood that had dried up a little more.
"One, two, three... thirteen, as expected!"
Wilbur licked the blood in his palm, and said with a savage smile: "The moment you were resurrected just now, another resentful spirit disappeared."
"...Did you see through my abilities in such a short time?"
Constantine's face was quite ugly, and the consumption rate of the River of Dead Souls greatly exceeded his estimation.
"Judging from your expression, I really guessed it right." Wilbur solved the mystery and was in a good mood for a while, with a sarcastic look on his face, and said, "Now you only have thirteen lives left, Have you figured out how to use it?"
"Uh...why don't you give me a chance."
Constantine was silent for a while, then raised his head and said seriously: "If I kowtow now and admit defeat, will it be too late to join you?"
A sneer appeared on Wilbur's face, and said: "Anyone can join us, but you can't, because only you are the existence that I must erase."
"Actually, I am relatively forgetful, do you believe it?" Constantine was still a little unwilling, and asked shamelessly.
Wilbur sneered, and then the whole person disappeared instantly.
Click!
A huge force struck, and Constantine's head was twisted off in an instant.
"Constantine, you think I don't know, do you have that trick?" Wilbur held his head, looked him up, and grinned, "Don't worry, your companion won't come over. Yes, your procrastination is pointless."
Constantine walked out of the river in embarrassment, looked out with a somewhat uneasy expression, and gritted his teeth: "How do you know... I'm delaying time?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
Wilbur held the head and said with a stern smile: "A shrewd man like you would rather suffer dozens of deaths than keep me here, just waiting for the man in the hotel, right?"
Constantine's expression changed slightly, but he did not answer it.
"Let me tell you a desperate truth..."
Wilbur slowly spread his arms, smiled confidently and calmly, and said: "That man will not come, he is trapped by four crying angels, and now he has no idea which time and space he was abandoned in. ."
"Then let me... tell you one more thing."
Constantine slowly raised his head and said word by word: "I let you kill so many times, but it's not just waiting for him to come."
"what?"
Wilbur was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Constantine, you are really an idiot, are you still planning to lie to me now?"
"Wilbur Whatley, since you are proficient in dark magic, it is impossible not to know about the magic of the Curse Kill series, right?" Constantine finally showed his fangs at this moment, and his pupils flashed red like a man-eating beast. Light: "As long as you use your own life as a sacrifice, you can return the cursed killing magic of the injured person several times."
Wilbur's expression changed suddenly, recalling this kind of killing magic.
As long as the caster engraves a spell on the body, the person who harms the caster can suffer several times of the curse and rebound. Among the many black magics, it is also a very extreme and terrifying magic!
"Hey Wilbur!"
Constantine showed his white teeth and tore off his clothes, revealing the skin covered with bright red incantations. A cold air burst from his eyes, chuckled lightly for a lifetime, and grinned: "You still remember, already How many times have you killed me?"
Wilbur's pupils shrank suddenly, and a chill ran up his forehead from his spine.
"Let me tell you the answer."
Constantine smiled happily, even gloating: "It adds up to a total of seventy-two times, which means that you need to endure three hundred and sixty times my curse-killing rebound now!"
"wait wait wait!"
Wilbur was really panicked at this time, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and he shouted in horror: "Don't forget that if you dare to curse and kill me, you will suffer the corresponding pain yourself, you are just a human being, and I It's just a clone, there's no need to die with me!"
"Then try it."
Constantine said coldly: "Look at the two of us, who can bear it!"
"no no!!!"
"Devouring my own blood, swallowing my flesh."
Constantine recited the incantation, inserted the blood-red blade into his heart fiercely, and roared: "I swear in the name of Cain, whoever harms my body will suffer five times the pain and will never die. !!!”
"Ahhhh!!!"
"Ahhhh!!!"
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