108 "Noble" Constantine Is Brave Enough to Sacrifice

"Is that mammon the son of Satan?"

Rumlow sat at the table, on which lay Balza's head.

This head is like an ornament, and it's abstract.

"What is he going to do?"

Matthew leaned back in his chair, looking quite relaxed.

"Anyway, it's just a demon. You can just chop it to death when the time comes."

Luke fumbled for the war blade in his hand, looking nonchalant.

"The question is do we let it out, it always feels like it's a little dangerous."

Constantine looked a little irritable and seemed emotionally unstable. Perhaps this was related to the fact that he had stopped smoking.

He held a pencil in his hand, spinning it restlessly on his fingertips.

"I wonder why it's my sister?"

Angel finally calmed down from the bizarre situation during this period, and looked a bit like a police officer from the crime squad.

Bulcasso was holding a wine bottle in his hand and leaning on the sofa, not caring about the discussion in front of him.

His huge body weighed down the sofa so much that it made an unbearable creaking sound.

After all, he is just a demon. Even if he is the son of Satan, he cannot compare to the Demon King of Hell who represents the negative concept itself.

It's just a matter of one axe, so what's there to care about?

"If Mammon wants to come to this world, she must get help from God and the holy blood of the Lord."

Constantine added that although he himself was not very familiar with the content in Corinthians, who allowed him to have a good friend who had not been sold by him?

During this period of time, he specially found the book of Corinthians and read it carefully.

Now is the time to give these "father-in-laws" some specific knowledge, so that they don't have to think about me every day.

The pencil in his hand was lightly tapped on the table, as if he wanted to increase his persuasiveness.

Matthew wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't.

"Spear of Judgment?"

Angel was a little shocked. As a devout believer, she still knew about the weapon that stabbed Jesus to death.

"So, there is something about angels here?"

Luke was a little excited. He had never seen an angel that could move, and he was very curious about this kind of life with wings.

"So I'm worried that things won't be simple this time."

Constantine twisted a few times uncomfortably. Every moment without nicotine was a torment for him.

"Do you need me to bring in some more manpower? Then I can probably go about my own business."

Rumlow still didn't care about this. SHIELD had records about angels and demons, and he was still not interested in it.

As for Nick Fury's mission to investigate Bulcasso, he planned to ignore it.

He who originally just wanted to get involved was involved in this trouble, which made him feel irritated.

It is expected that Nick Fury will not say anything at this time. That guy may have even more headaches than he does now.

"The problem is that the arrival of Mammon requires a powerful psychic as a carrier!"

Constantine shouted loudly, the pencil in his hand clenched tightly in his palm.

Then his eyes turned to Angel, who was waiting for an answer.

"Will you die?"

Angel asked calmly.

"Probably so."

Constantine said seriously. At this time, he was like a kind person who warned children not to go to dangerous places.

Incidentally, he also answered why Angel lost his sister. After all, the girl named Isabel was a very powerful psychic.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me, Constantine, you're a good man."

Angel looked at Constantine with gratitude. After all, who among the people present was a more powerful psychic than Constantine?

"Ha, I didn't expect that a stinking guy like you would have the noble will to take the risk of death!"

After realizing it, Luke laughed and patted Constantine on the shoulder, with a bit more recognition in his words.

"We will do our best to protect you from being killed!"

Matthew spoke firmly, and he was full of respect for Constantine, who "dare to sacrifice".

"Can you hurry up! I have more important things to do after I get rid of that obstructive demon!"

Rumlow crossed his arms and looked at Constantine urging.

"I mean..."

"Constantine, your words will definitely attract Mammon to come!"

Balza, whose head was placed on the table, was laughing strangely.

At this time, nothing can soothe his wounded heart more than seeing his enemy in misfortune.

The pencil in Constantine's hand disappeared on Balza's head like magic.

Bulcaisel didn't care much about the negotiation in front of him, but Constantine's method of inserting a pencil into a demon's head surprised him.

This kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can do when they are angry. It requires at least some skills.

Rumlow thought of John Wick, who had met him at that time.

He examined Constantine's face and compared it with the face of the killer in his memory.

I was surprised to find that the two were almost identical except for the slight age difference.

"Do you have a brother who's a few years older than you?"

Rumlow asked garrulously.

As for Bul-Kathos, he paid some attention to Andakurgas, who was sent to hell to make trouble. After all, when he had nothing to do, watching a battle between the strong and the weak seemed to be a kind of fun.

He didn't think Anda would find an opponent in hell who could put him in a difficult battle.

After all, Dormammu, the short-lived sandbag, was a guy sitting on a chair in hell. Judging from that guy, the king of hell was just like that.

If you want to get rid of Andakurgas, the spirit of the ancestor, without being hacked to death, you must have at least three or four guys of that level.

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"Come on, it's not enough!"

Andakurgas, the barbarian who abides by the oath the most.

In order to let his brothers understand the unbreakable oath, he forged the legendary weapon Oathkeeper with his own hands.

Then he used the Oathkeeper to regain his glory and status, and made his brothers abide by the oath of betrayal.

Now he is shouting loudly at a large group of densely packed demons like locusts in hell.

And those demons were trembling like little goats cornered by wolves.

The demons who dared to attack him had completely disappeared.

On the red ground, there was only a pool of minced meat.

Anda, who was once the leader of the Thunder Tribe, fought with storms and thunder.

He held the Oath Keeper in one hand and swept through a corner of hell like a meat grinder.

"What are you?"

A skinny and pale guy finally appeared in front of Anda.

This guy who suddenly appeared looked like the elegant vampire in the legend.

At least he looked a little elegant, but he seemed to have some sleep problems.

The sharp nails tapped gently in front of him, pointing to Anda Kulgas.

Although the summoned ancestor had the breath of a soul, this soul had nothing in common with all the souls that appeared in hell.

This made this guy who looked like a leader a little puzzled.

He pointed at Anda with one hand and gently stroked his waist with the other hand, looking tired.

"Come on, demon! You look much more interesting than those bastards!"

Anda said this and rushed forward without even asking the other party's name.

The weapon in his hand raised a cool breeze in hell.

Anda did not use the charge directly, but stepped on the wild footsteps and began to spin.

The lightning flashed on the blade of the Oath Keeper.

The scattered wind directly crushed the quail-like demons into pieces.

"Demons are not even worthy of breathing the smell of sulfur!"

Accompanied by a mocking roar, the demon fell into an embarrassing situation.

After all, his waist hurts...