Chapter 446

Angela frowned, stared at the distance and wondered, "power off?"

The sound of automatic door locking suddenly sounded.

"What...?"

Constantine took a deep breath, pulled the detective's arm and said, "we have to get out of here right away."

Step.

Go to the window where the portrait of the Virgin Mary is placed.

Angela broke her arm.

Look around on your back.

The psychic medium's natural keen intuition to the dark forces made her realize that there seemed to be something hidden in the darkness in the distance.

later.

The rustling sound, caught in the whistling strange breeze, brushed past them.

The policewoman inquired, "what voice?"

"Wings, maybe claws."

Angela stared warily at the dark sky, stepped back and said, "you must be kidding. What's the claw?"

Constantine took out a fragment of the saint's linen clothes, quickly wrapped it around his hand, bowed his head and replied, "something shouldn't be here."

The voice just fell.

An invisible shadow crossed Angela's head.

The policewoman quickly pulled out her pistol.

Constantine saw this, took out his lighter and said, "pistols are useless... Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Don't close it."

The dejected voice of the Exorcist dispersed.

Like the light of the Virgin Mary, it gradually sinks into the night under the erosion of darkness.

Absolute darkness comes.

Constantine lit fragments of the saint's clothes.

In an instant.

The glare of fire, wrapped in the heat wave, dispels the darkness.

At the same time, it also reflects the unclean things entrenched in the dark.

A group of hell soldiers with only jaw head, raw meat wings on the back and dry and hairless body surface.

Immersed in the glory of the Holy One.

The dirty and profane body, like dry Artemisia, turned into Mars in the sky and burned up in the scream of pain.

Get rid of these hell soldiers easily.

Constantine habitually prepared to take out a cigarette.

But at the moment of lighting the lighter.

A more dazzling holy light, like an angel coming to the world, suddenly appeared in front of them.

A loud, angry drink without anger.

Like the holy one who lives in the temple, singing in unison and reciting the holy sound.

"Blasphemy, return to where you should go!"

The power of angels.

Show everything.

Hiding in a dark corner, waiting for the opportunity, the surviving devil struggled to fall into hell again under this inviolable voice.

The dust settled.

The angel, bathed in the dim light and unable to see her face clearly, came to Angela, who looked completely dull.

He stretched out his right hand to her, and the soft voice turned into a warm breeze blowing the human soul, wrapped in an ethereal voice that captured the soul, and sounded slowly.

"Isabella is waiting for you, Angela, come with me."

However.

From Constantine's perspective.

It wasn't an angel who came in front of Angela!

But a ferocious devil with sharp spines and abscesses all over, emitting a strong smell of sulfur and fat like meat mud!

A blasphemer who falls into heaven and hell!

A despicable angel who betrays God and faith!

The heart knows bad.

Constantine held out his hand and tried to hold Angela, whose heart was deceived, and shouted, "Angela! Don't..."

I haven't finished yet.

The falling angel raised his left hand.

Unstoppable supernatural forces, like a speeding car, fiercely hit it.

Constantine groaned and flew out and smashed it on the window.

Under the power of terror.

He just felt every bone creaking all over his body.

Get on the ground.

He raised his head and stretched out his hand in vain to catch Angela. Even his voice seemed to be as weak as dying.

"Angela, don't go over..."

If anyone in the world knows the famous John Constantine enough, it must be himself.

Depressed.

Negative.

Smoking is life.

bohemian.

Under the cover of these characteristics, the real Constantine is a complete Tiansha lone star.

Even he knew it.

It seems that fate deliberately teases, but anyone who has a relationship with him will not come to a good end in the end.

No, I've died miserably.

Is galloping on the road to death.

He once tried to be a normal person.

Unfortunately, it's too difficult for a Tiansha lone star who is born to defeat his relatives and friends.

Now?

Under his eyes, there was a woman about to be captured by the falling angel.

That sense of powerlessness.

Even more deadly than the pain of advanced lung cancer.

Gabriel often blames Constantine for never truly believing in God.

But if the bird man can personally experience the experience of this "scum", I'm afraid it's not difficult to understand why John is not a devout believer.

In other words, everyone will think: is God's old boy intentional?

When Angela was bewitched by the devil, she walked sluggishly, stretched out her arm, and was ready to take the initiative to take the hand of the angel.

When Constantine vomited frantically, he took out a small bottle of holy water in an attempt to recapture Angela's consciousness and soul.

When the Fallen Angel hated the ugly face and succeeded in the plot, he grinned mockingly at John and poured out the smelly yellow water.

The end of everything seems to have been doomed at this moment.

Just like Constantine's career, he has experienced many times of helpless bad situations.

The next moment.

A roaring gunshot.

The bomb exploded over the street!

The bullet constructed by soul power is like a meteor in the polar night, wrapped with flowing flame and fire, cutting through the darkness and penetrating the lies and deceptions covered by the darkness.

Extremely vicious.

Into the ugly body of the fallen angel!

Like puffy balls of gas.

The fallen angel's dirty and unclean body swells rapidly in its heart rending pain.

Enough to shake the soul of the saint.

Enough to kill hundreds of mortals in an instant, the terrible sound turned into a unwilling roar before death and exploded over the dead streets.

"Cole Walker! Ah... No! Ah -"

Boom——

The sound of flesh and blood explosion.

Like a balloon full of sewage explodes.

Dull.

Splash.

The black and yellow blood of the big beach is painted all over Angela and Constantine's body.

later.

With the fading of the dark forces, they turned into scattered ashes and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Angela who regained her sense of autonomy.

Open your mouth.

Stand where you are.

She was so shocked that she couldn't say a word for a long time.

Constantine exhaled a foul breath and his face was full of cold sweat. He simply lay on the ground to recover his strength, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and passed his lungs.

Glancing at the tall figure in a windbreaker under the street lamp, he spit out waste gas and said lazily, "I thought you died next to the ashtray, demon hunter."