Chapter 461 Let hell sing about it, the river of dead souls!
Its ascension plan should have been perfect!
But I never thought that a hundred secrets would let Constantine break into here, and coincidentally wake up the sleeping Seraphim!
This move made the Seraph, who was about to be corrupted and corrupted, suddenly gathered a little divine power, and built a defense at the spiritual level, delaying its parasitic plan by more than ten minutes.
Damn... Damn!
If it wasn't for being entangled by that terrifying man and beheading a body with unknown means, causing confusion in his mind, spirit and memory, he couldn't take care of investigating the situation here for a while, how could he not have found someone breaking into the factory!
Seraph revived and woke up, delaying the ascension plan for ten minutes.
This is an unacceptable result for Wilbur Whatley in pursuit of a smooth plan. After all, no one can guarantee what will happen in these ten minutes!
Everything is possible!
The closer the plan is to success, the less it can be slack.
In real life, there are many examples of those who think they are in a position to win, but the situation is reversed, and it happened just once, so it is necessary to be more vigilant now.
"You... dammit!"
Wilbur Whatley's eyes were full of anger, wishing he could tear Constantine alive, he gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see, this time without the angels to help you, can you still escape from me alive? !"
"Wait a minute......."
Constantine's face changed slightly, and the sense of disobedience became stronger: "Have the two of us met before?"
The erased part of his memory, the angel who had rescued him, and Wilbur Whateley's tone, these fragmentary clues undoubtedly prove that before he came to this factory, he and Wilbur Whateley had a relationship with him. We've met once, and there's been a fight!
"Jie Jie Jie..."
Wilbur Whatley smiled sullenly, with an unspeakable expression on his face: "This question... You will naturally know when you join us, and now I am still holding those questions. go to hell!"
The sticky and slippery blood-colored asphalt slowly dripped onto the ground.
With the rising invisible pressure, it gradually spread to form a large pool of blood, squirming as if it had a consciousness of life, smearing the ground in front of it into bright red, and soon touched Constance Ding's location.
"Fake!"
Constantine's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly stepped back while scolding.
Judging from his many years of experience in the magic world, things like this kind of weird looking and not easy to mess with are generally related to some dimension of evil gods. It is best not to be touched by these sticky blood-colored asphalt, otherwise God knows. What terrible things will happen.
"Want to run now? It's too late!"
But how could Wilbur do what he wanted and sneered: "Taste the strength of your companion!"
The viscous blood plasma spread on the ground directly rose to a height of more than half a foot. Under the ineffective power control, a huge wave was set off, and the deafening whistling sound came out in layers, and the huge attack coverage did not give Constantine the slightest escape. Opportunity.
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!"
Constantine was in a hurry, took out a handful of white ashes from his arms, and swayed it directly toward the blood wave: "The light casts a sacred hexagram, please give me a sharp blade of courage to break the darkness in front of me!"
The white ashes floated in the air, turning into a rain of arrows of light.
The arrow rain, which contains the power of divine blessing, burst into a mighty light in an instant,
Whenever the sea of blood that touches the ray of light makes a sizzling sound as if it has been burned, the sinister sea of blood will be dispelled by divine power if it encounters a natural enemy!
bang bang bang ......
Under the rain of arrows of divine light, the sea of blood instantly melted for the most part.
"Success!"
Before Constantine could smile, a figure suddenly appeared in his pupils, it was Wilbur Whatley!
"Do you think I've never seen your magic?" Wilbur Whatley showed his white teeth, and Sen Han's killing intent flowed in his eyes: "John Constantine, this trick of yours, I I've seen it before."
It was... bad!
Constantine's expression changed, and he was busy fleeing the place.
However, in Wilbur's view, his movements were almost slower than a snail's crawling speed. He raised his pale and sharp palm, pierced it like an electric light, and penetrated Constantine's chest like a broken bamboo!
puff! ! !
A strong force penetrated into the body, and the severe pain swept through Constantine's brain in an instant, and he couldn't help screaming.
"Uhhhhhhhh..."
Constantine's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.
"It's over, Constantine."
Wilbur lifted his whole body into the air, blood mixed with broken pieces of meat, splattered down the huge wound, and stuck out his tongue to take the blood and minced meat that fell on his face into his mouth, as if tasting delicious food. Chewing like a thin, wicked smile: "Now...no one can stop me anymore!"
As long as there is no Constantine, that angel will not be awakened!
He will forever sink into the hell of blood and pain, until the Seraph Wings that symbolize divine purity are polluted!
"Hahahahahaha..."
Wilbur shook his arm vigorously and threw the dying Constantine aside, letting out an arrogant and arrogant laugh.
Am I... dying?
Constantine, who was on the verge of death, felt as if the scene in front of him was gradually blurring.
Temperature, perception, thinking, etc...
Everything seemed to be gradually moving away from him, and the feeling of weightless falling immediately appeared.
But at the same time, those broken memory fragments were glued and restored little by little, and the lost memory was like a spring, breaking through the barrier of the seal and flashing in the brain crazy.
"Um?"
Wilbur, who had just walked two steps, suddenly stopped, and suddenly felt a shudder!
"Hey... where are you going?"
Constantine slowly got up from the pool of blood, holding a bright red blade in his hand, his pupils were as crazy as a beast, as if he was about to choose someone to devour him: "Wilbur Whateley. ...I finally remembered."
Wilbur Whatley's face changed drastically, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
"You're not... not Wilbur Whateley at all."
Constantine swayed twice, staggered and regained his footing, his fierce eyes exuding murderous intent: "The real Wilbur Whatley has long been occupied by you, and the angel who was imprisoned by you. ......His name is..."
"shut up!"
Wilbur Whatley was furious, made a terrifying scream, smashed the ground and rushed towards Constantine, trying to stop him from taking out that name: "Don't say that name, I won't allow you Say that name!!!"
"Let hell sing about it - the river of dead souls!"
Constantine raised his chest, held the blood-colored blade in both hands, inserted it into the ground ruthlessly, raised his blood-red eyes, and said word by word, "Remember this name for me, because it will End your conspiracy, end all this calamity."
rumbling...
Countless souls crawled out of the ground under the bright red blade.
One after another completely unfamiliar faces, but they all carried hatred and resentment towards the living, swaying like puppets, surrounding Constantine, bright red blood gurgled like a fountain.
Swah——
A cold light flashed, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering.
With his superhuman physique, Wilbur forcibly broke Constantine's head, and then discarded it on the ground.
finished?
It seems... not!
Wilbur's pupils shrank slightly and found that Constantine was not dead.
The falling head was smiling strangely at him.
"Let's meet..."
Constantine didn't feel the pain at all, like a mad madman laughing loudly, with scarlet pupils under the scattered blond hair, staring at Wilbur faintly, the cold air burst out from between his teeth: "My Zanpakutō - death River of Souls!"
