Chapter 463： The Fangs of John Constantine

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fight! fighting! fighting!

In order to compete for a woman, two men broke out in this dark and **** factory, and almost fierce battle broke out. The blood was mixed with the broken meat, and the dull clash of fists and fists was mixed with the screams of men from time to time. .

Although it was said to be a battle, it was actually a one-sided crushing game.

Facing Wilbur who was completely furious, whether it was power or speed, or even all kinds of weird methods, Constantine, a completely novice **** of death, could hardly fight back and could only let the opponent torture and slaughter. .

over and over again, Ling Chi, dismemberment, fancy torture.

As long as all the capital punishments that have appeared in the world and can be done in the human imagination, he has been subjected to him again.

Wilbur vented all the grievances and jealousy in his heart on this man, until Constantine was completely torn apart, and he uttered a furious roar to the sky, as terrifying as a wild beast in a bloodthirsty state.

Large patches of bright red blood seeped into the ground, countless fingernail-sized pieces of minced meat, falling like snowflakes in every corner, and broken organs were discarded, no one could see it, this pile is disgusting The thing is actually Constantine.

"Huh...huh..."

After some venting, Wilbur calmed down a bit and stared forward panting.

Of course, the main reason for calming down is that it discovered that Constantine is really unkillable. No matter what method it uses to kill Constantine, this **** will reappear in the next second!

"Resurrected again..."

Wilbur's eyes were gloomy, and the roots of his teeth were almost crushed, showing how much he hates Constantine.

Pattern~Pattern~

A blond man with a decadent look, from among the countless ghosts, stepped firm and heavy steps, and slowly walked out, his eyes full of unconcealable fatigue and numbness.

"Um?"

Wilbur narrowed his eyes and suddenly noticed something strange.

That long river of flowing blood, I don't know when it is about to dry up, and the huge number of ghosts and ghosts, unknowingly, has also decreased a lot at this moment, and there are only about a dozen left.

A guess about Constantine quietly came to his mind.

"Fak squid!"

After enduring the tragic torture, Constantine's spirit was nearing the edge of collapse, but he still raised a **** towards Wilbur, and stiffly provoked: "Come on again, you son of a bitch. bitch, I got nothing, life is hard enough to kill me, ah !!! "

"Don't try to provoke me, John Constantine." Wilbur has calmed down now, staring at him with cold eyes, and said: "The game is over, I have seen through your clumsy and ridiculous tricks. ."

Constantine was stunned when he heard the words. Although there was no words, a panic flashed in his eyes.

Wilbur saw that flash of panic, which undoubtedly affirmed the guess in his heart: "If I guessed right, the reason you can be resurrected again and again is because those resentful spirits have replaced you. ?"

Constantine's eyes flickered, his lips squirmed as he tried to refute, but he was interrupted again.

"Don't refute, Constantine."

Wilbur grinned, slowly leaning down, spreading his legs back and forth, and his feet slightly on his tip: "What is the answer to the immortal body, let me test it myself, don’t you know?"

Boom!

A huge force burst out, and the surrounding ground collapsed!

The powerful physical function has been increased several times again, so that Wilbur's speed has become faster, has completely exceeded the dynamic vision of creatures, the naked eye can not capture its movement trajectory, can only barely see a red light flashing in the dark .

"Blood Curse: Blast!"

A palm was pressed on Constantine's chest, the hot flames were compressed to the extreme, and then exploded rapidly in the human body!

As the monstrous blood-red flames rose up, Constantine's whole body was instantly evaporated, and there was no ashes left.

A moment later, Constantine's face was gloomy, and he walked out of the river of blood that had dried up a bit.

"One, two, three... thirteen, as expected!"

Wilbur licked the blood from his palm and grinned and said: "The moment you were resurrected just now, another resentful spirit disappeared."

"...... Have you seen through my abilities in such a short time?"

Constantine's face is quite ugly, and the consumption rate of the River of Dead Souls has greatly exceeded his estimation.

"Judging from your expression, I guessed it right." Wilbur solved the mystery. He was in a good mood for a while, with a sarcasm on his face, and said: "Now you have only thirteen lives left. Have you figured out how to use it?"

"Uh... why not give me a chance."

Constantine was silent, then raised his head and said seriously: "If I kowtow now, will it be too late to join you?"

Wilbur showed a sneer on his face and said, "Anyone can join us, but you can't, because there is only you, the existence I must erase."

"Actually, I am more forgetful, don't you believe it?" Constantine was still a little unwilling, and asked without a face.

Wilbur sneered, then he disappeared instantly.

Click it!

A huge force struck, and Constantine's head was unscrewed instantly.

"Constantine, do you think I don't know your tricks?" Wilbur took his head and held it upright, grinning: "Don't worry, your companion won't come over. Yes, your procrastinating time is meaningless."

Constantine walked awkwardly along the bleeding river, looking a little worried outside, gritted his teeth and said: "How do you know...I'm delaying time?"

"Isn't this obvious?"

Wilbur held that head and smiled swiftly: "A shrewd man like you would rather suffer dozens of deaths and keep me here. It's just the man waiting for the hotel, right?"

Constantine's face changed slightly, but he didn't answer it.

"Tell you a desperate fact..."

Wilbur slowly spread his arms and smiled confidently and calmly, and said, "That man will not come. He is trapped by four crying angels. He has not known it for a long time, and he was discarded into which time and space. ."

"Then I... tell you one thing too."

Constantine slowly raised his head and said word by word: "I let you kill so many times, but I'm not just waiting for him to come."

"what?"

Wilbur was startled slightly, and immediately laughed: "Constantin, you are such an idiot. Are you still planning to lie to me now?"

"Wilbur Waterley, since you are proficient in dark magic, it must be impossible not to know the magic of the curse series?" Constantine finally showed his fangs at this moment, and his pupils flashed red like a beast that eats humans. Hikari: "You only need to use your own life as a sacrifice, you can return the hurter's curse magic several times."

Wilbur's face suddenly changed, recalling this curse magic.

As long as the caster engraves a spell on the body, the person who hurts the caster can suffer several times the curse and kill rebound Among the many black magics, it is also quite extreme and terrifying. magic!

"Hey~ Wilbur!"

Constantine bared a mouthful of white teeth, pulled open his clothes, revealing the skin full of bright red spells, and a cold air burst into his eyes. He chuckled for a whole life, and grinned: "You remember, already Have you killed me how many times?"

Wilbur's pupils shrank suddenly, and a chill rushed to his forehead from his spine.

"Let me tell you the answer."

Constantine smiled very happily, and even faintly gloated: "It's a total of 72 times, which means that you have to withstand three hundred and sixty times my curse rebound!"

"wait wait wait!"

Wilbur was really panicked at this time, cold sweat on his forehead, and shouted in horror: "Don’t forget that if you dare to curse me, you will suffer the corresponding pain yourself. You are just a human, and I It's just a clone, there's no need to die with me!"

"Then try it."

Constantine said coldly: "Look at the two of us, who can bear it!"

"no no!!!"

"Eat my blood, swallow my flesh."

Constantine chanted the incantation, thrust the blood-red blade into his heart, and shouted sharply: "Swear in the name of Cain, whoever hurts my body will suffer five times the suffering and will never die. !!!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

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