Chapter 464 Look at this soul with compassion

Cain's Curse!

The asylum given by God to Cain was originally just an ethereal legend, but later during the reign of the Holy See, a cardinal who betrayed the faith found this part of the relevant literature and finally perfected this dark magic.

Before his death, the cardinal used this evil curse spell to perish with dozens of Templars. Later, "Cain's Curse" was listed as a forbidden spell until it was obtained by Constantine by accident.

The most terrible thing about the Curse of Cain is that it ignores any defense. As long as it attacks the caster who depicts the spell, it will definitely suffer five times the damage of the caster.

but in the meanwhile......

The more powerful the spell, the greater the side effects and restrictions. Cain's curse is no exception. Once the curse is successfully constructed, both the caster and the receiver must suffer five times the damage!

However, Cain's curse is essentially a spell that perishes together, so basically all spellcasters don't care about this so-called side effect.

This is even more true for Constantine. Although he seems to be a cynical prodigal son, he is actually a desperate gambler!

There is a dead soul in the river of dead souls, as his life storage, even if he needs to endure three hundred and sixty times the counter-injury, he always believes in himself and will definitely survive!

perish together?

No...a perfect scam!

He actually knew for a long time that he could not be Wilbur's opponent, so he deliberately used words to provoke this guy and let him use all kinds of cruel methods to kill him again and again.

If you want to play, then play bigger!

The weight of a full seventy-two lives, after five times the increase, is three hundred and sixty times the damage, he does not believe that Wilbur can sustain it!

At this moment, let the wailing turn into a high song!

"Ahhh-"

"Ahhhh!!!"

Wilbur widened his eyes in horror, and found that his strong and hard muscles and bones were being torn off bit by bit by some invisible force, and all the cells in his body were screaming hysterically. .

It is a pain that cannot be described in words. Even the cruelest punishment in the world cannot describe what happens. All the hurts that have been suffered before have now erupted at once!

Compared to this kind of pain and torture, even the punishments such as Ling Chi's puncture seem a little insignificant, as soft as a breeze.

But this is just the beginning!

The power of the curse acts directly on the soul level through the body. The thousands of tortures the body bears are not even one-thousandth of the soul level. It is like being shredded by an invisible blender, and then thrown into a frying pan for frying. The stone mill was ground into powder.

boom! ! !

A large amount of blood rushed out, and the bodies of the two were completely turned into fleshy mud, which was spilled by the explosion from the inside out, covering all the corners of the nearby dozens of meters, and the sticky and smooth flesh flowed down the gap.

Even the holy and noble Seraphim who was imprisoned in the cultivation tank seemed to be deeply shocked by this tragic scene. The beautiful face in deep sleep couldn't help but frown slightly. .

"Ha ha ha ha......"

"I...I survived!"

A puddle of disgusting sticky minced meat suddenly let out a horrifying grin.

Immediately afterwards, the pile of disgusting flesh mud stretched out countless threads, hooking up with each other, slowly creeping towards the central area, gradually converging into a vague human shape, and the appearance became more and more complete.

Soon,

A person stands up again.

Then a dim moonlight projected from the cracks in the broken roof of the factory, and the face of the man was completely presented, it was Wilbur Whatley!

"What a horrible guy..."

Wilbur's face still had a trace of lingering fear, and it seemed that he had not recovered from the pain just now, his pupils twitched and trembled slightly, he took a few breaths, and gritted his teeth: "To actually use this method, you plan to die with me, it seems that I still underestimate you, John Constantine!"

Just now, it was a close call!

Looking back on it now, it still feels that it has a heart. If it hadn't acted cautiously and always had a habit of leaving a retreat, on the way before it came, part of the brain tissue was cut in advance and hidden in the ground seam of the factory, I'm afraid He was really killed by Constantine!

But now...

The corners of Wilbur's lips twitched slightly, and an arc appeared on his face. It was the final winner!

The stand-in summoned by the River of Dead Souls has been exhausted, and the long river of blood has disappeared. Obviously, the guy did not hold on, and eventually died of his own curse.

"Goodbye......"

Wilbur let out a heavy sigh and said slowly, "Although I have always wanted to kill you, one thing that cannot be denied is that you are indeed a ruthless person, whether towards yourself or the enemy."

For such a dangerous enemy, it still has a trace of respect in its heart. After all, not everyone can show the courage to perish together.

"I won!!!"

Wilbur turned to look at the cultivation tank, his smile gradually became arrogant, the arc stretched to the base of his ear, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth.

There is no one who can threaten the sleeping Seraph anymore. It only needs to wait quietly for the moment when the Seraph falls, and then occupy this powerful body, and it can become a true immortal god!

hula-la-

But before Wilbur was happy for a few seconds, a gust of wind suddenly came from the back of his head, accompanied by the sound of hurried and dense footsteps, breaking the empty and silent atmosphere of the factory.

One more person?

Wilbur was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to think about who it was. A dazzling ray of light suddenly bloomed in front of its eyes!

The originally dark environment was suddenly illuminated by this dazzling light, and Wilbur suddenly felt a tingling in his eyeballs, and he couldn't see what was in front of him at all.

Although the line of sight was blocked by the strong light, for Wilbur, it could only be caught off guard, and it would not cause much impact.

Relying on the excellent functional response of his body, Wilbur quickly responded, and stepped back directly, intending to distance himself, and then counterattack after his eyes adapted to the strong light.

But the man was already prepared, he took out a golden nail and drove it into Wilbur's heart.

A divine restraining force poured into Wilbur's body through the golden nails, instantly sealing its limbs and movements.

At this time, Wilbur's blurred vision finally returned to normal, but when he saw the person in front of him, he couldn't help showing a look of astonishment: "Kang...Constantine...you This guy isn't dead yet?!"

"Surprise? You bastard!"

Constantine twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a hideous smile, turned over and rode on Wilbur, put one hand on its head, and grinned: "I crawled back from hell to seek revenge on you!"

"Damn it!"

Wilbur was instantly furious, his facial muscles twisted fiercely, and he roared wildly at the man riding on him: "I was deceived by you again, you damn beast!"

"It seems that the person who gave you the power didn't even tell you." Constantine leaned down, put his body next to Wilbur's ear, and said word by word, "Then I'll tell you, remember thousands of Never... trust Constantine!"

"You bastard!"

"Do you think you can trap me?"

"Don't think about it! I'm a god!"

Wilbur's whole body was surging with blood, and the endless fierce momentum, like a tsunami, hit the surrounding ground. The nail that was nailed to the heart was also crumbling at this time, as if it would be forced out at any time.

"too late......"

Constantine got up slowly, put one hand on Wilbur's face, took out the Bible with the other, and grinned: "You are not the first to be deceived by me, and you will definitely not be the last. It's a special gift from me...heaven package, enjoy it, bastard!"

"Announce!

We kill, we live;

What I hurt, what I heal.

Those who can't pass are my palms, and those who can't escape are my eyes.

Destroy it, and recall the ruined, the old, and me.

Trust me, learn from me, follow me.

At the moment of rest, I haven't forgotten the song, I haven't forgotten my prayers, I haven't forgotten me.

With my lightness, I remove all burdens.

Rest in my hands, anointed and branded for your sins.

Eternal life, given by death, forgiveness is now, swear by my flesh.

Kyrieeleison! "