Chapter 462: Immortal Body
Falling in love with youkanshu.com, a Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman
clap la la...
The long, quiet river of blood was flowing, and those grievous ghosts and grievances, each with their mouths wide open, let out a speechless scream, and stared at Wilbur Whateley with pale pupils full of resentment and pain.
Constantine's headless body was surrounded by those ghosts and ghosts, and as the area of the river of blood expanded, there were more terrifying demons that crawled out from the depths of the broken ground.
A strong pungent sulfur smell instantly filled the air, mixed with a suffocating bloody smell, like a living hell.
Even though Wilbur was used to being stared at with such resentful and resentful eyes, he still felt a chill in his heart when he was stared at by these strange things.
"This is impossible!"
Wilbur's pupils trembled slightly, and said incredulously: "You are just a human, your brain and heart have been severely injured, how can you live?"
"Humanity?"
The head of Constantine, who was discarded in the corner, had a strong sarcasm in his eyes at this moment, and his lips were squirming and mocking: "Although I don't want to admit it, but now I... Compared with normal humans, I am afraid that only the soul level can be regarded as a human being."
The body of Constantine, who had lost his head, was holding the bleeding blade and slowly walked towards the head that Wilbur had twisted off and then discarded in the corner.
The headless body stretched out his hand, directly lifted his head, patted the dust on his hair, and pressed it on his neck as if nothing had happened.
"Ah?"
Constantine was stunned for a while, realizing that he was actually looking at his butt when he lowered his head, and immediately tutted, "I'm sorry, this is the first time I've used this trick, and my head is pointing in the wrong direction."
Immediately afterwards, he held the misplaced head with both hands and staged a scene for Wilbur Whatley on the spot, what is called a forced turn.
quack quack...
With a tingling sound that made the scalp numb and the bones cracked crisply, I saw Constantine's head, turned abruptly 180 degrees, and returned to the front.
Walter...Fark?
Seeing such a strange scene, Wilbur Whatley's eyelids jumped wildly, and he even wanted to ask Constantine, who is the monster!
"Well...that's right."
Constantine nodded with satisfaction, then held the bloody Zanpakutō, showing neat teeth towards Wilbur, and said: "Aren't you very good just now? Come on, let me see. Now, can you kill me!"
"Don't be too arrogant, human!"
Wilbur was enraged by his actions, and a terrifying evil aura emanated from his body, and the viscous plasma around him turned into burning flames, covering the entire factory in an instant: "It's just that I gained a little ability, I really think you Can I compete with me as a god?"
boom--
The next moment, the air suddenly burst!
The annular airflow visible to the naked eye suddenly shattered one by one, accompanied by a huge sonic boom that was enough to pierce the eardrum, a blood-red violent figure cut through the silent factory.
The hard ground made of concrete, after the blood-red figure galloped past, seemed to be trampled by thousands of beasts, constantly collapsing and shattering in violent tremors. Like a storm, it appeared in front of Constantine in a blink of an eye.
Its speed is too fast!
Constantine was shocked, Wilbur's physical strength,
It has almost reached the level of inhumanity, and the whole person is blurred into an afterimage due to the extreme speed, and even the gust of wind blowing in the face produces high temperature under the violent friction.
The wind pressure pulled at high speed, like a sharp knife after grinding, raged around his body, cutting out scars that were deeply visible to the bone, and the hot blood splashed out, splashing every surrounding ground. .
Constantine reluctantly opened his eyes, endured the stinging sensation in his eyeballs, looked at the blood-red figure's path, and raised his hand directly and slashed it out!
This knife has no skill at all, and it can even be said to be very crude.
The swung sword light slashed down, hitting the blood-red figure in the middle, but Constantine's expression changed, because the blade did not feel any force, as if it had slashed into the air.
The next moment, blood splashed from behind!
The flesh was torn from the middle to the sides by some kind of sharp weapon, a blood-stained palm pierced through his left chest, and five strong fingers were like iron pincers, pinching the beating palm. heart.
dong dong... dong dong...
The heart that was taken out of the body was still connected to the thick aorta, which contracted and expanded in Wilbur's palm, beating vigorously.
"Wow-"
Constantine spat out a mouthful of blood, turned his head stiffly, and directly bumped into Wilbur's eyes that were glowing with evil red light.
"Compared to your companion, you are really too weak." Wilbur stuck out his tongue, licked the blood on his lips, and said with a stern smile, "I want to see it, but it was chopped into flesh. In the future, will you be able to resurrect!"
Constantine's pupils dilated slightly, and a chill came straight to his forehead from the bottom of his heart. He could indeed guarantee that he would not die, but that didn't mean that he couldn't feel the pain!
If it is really chopped into flesh, like those humans thrown into the meat grinder, it is impossible to imagine how much pain they will suffer.
Wilbur didn't give him a chance at all, his five fingers suddenly tightened and crushed the beating heart!
boom--
His heart was abruptly crushed into flesh, and a piercing pain hit his brain nerves. Constantine's eyes were black, and he almost fainted without pain.
However, this is just the beginning.
Through the previous two tests, Wilbur knew that Constantine was weird. Even if his heart and brain were destroyed, he could still be resurrected after a while, so he planned to do it more thoroughly!
"Blood Curse - Erosion!"
Wilbur's eyes were gloomy, and a bright red flame ignited in his hand, which flowed into Constantine's body like bone-eroding poison, dissolving all his organs and even his muscles into a pool of blood, and finally only one remained. head.
Snapped!
Wilbur sneered and lifted his foot to smash Constantine's head.
The human head was like an exploding watermelon, white mixed with red viscous substance, and it splattered instantly, covering the expensive leather soles.
"Tsk... filthy humans."
Wilbur frowned slightly, and rubbed the soles of his shoes with disgust, rubbing the brain pulp away.
But the moment he looked up, he found that the river of red blood was still there, and those wicked ghosts still stood there quietly, watching him silently.
"Why... these things are still there?" Wilbur's face suddenly changed, with an ominous premonition.
"Because...I'm not dead yet."
A low and hoarse voice sounded, and Wilbur's pupils shrank into needles in an instant, and he saw an intact Constantine slowly walking out of the ghosts.
"This is impossible!"
Wilbur's eyes widened: "Your body... has been dissolved by the blood curse, why are you still here? What the hell are you?"
"What is it?"
Constantine grinned: "Actually, I'm also very strange now, can an existence like me be considered a human being?"
"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third time, and countless times!" Wilbur's eyes were blood red, and his anger made his mind only have one thought, and that was to completely tear this man apart. broken!
Is... angry?
Maybe, but not quite.
What really terrified Wilbur was that the immortality he dreamed of was so easily obtained by an ordinary human being. This kind of jealousy and resentment was what made it unacceptable.
