Chapter 549: Imprisoned Seraph

Chapter 549: Imprisoned Seraph

"Nexia, I don't understand."

Constantine couldn't bear to look at the miserable state of those people anymore. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His teeth were almost crushed. He said, "Wilbur Wattley built this factory. Could it be that he just wanted to torture them and satisfy his perverted desires?"

"Do you still remember the godly ascension plan mentioned in the manuscript?" Nexia said.

"I remember. Judging from the literal meaning, it should be the plan that Wilbur planned to use to become a god, right?" Constantine recalled the content mentioned in the manuscript. Although there were not many specific descriptions of 'godly ascension', he could see some clues.

Wilbur was suspected to have obtained endless knowledge and magical power from the books passed down by his family. From then on, he became a powerful black magician who was proficient in many lost dark magic that he had never heard of.

Magic was a double-edged sword.

Constantine had personally experienced this principle a long time ago. Newcastle's experience told him that the more powerful the power restriction, the more it would be. Even if he was not careful, it would result in a result that was contrary to his own will.

It was not hard to believe that a noble who had never come into contact with the field of magic would have a great change in temperament after obtaining such a complicated dark magic, especially when he had once held a mysterious ritual to obtain endless knowledge from it.

It was this mistake that led to Wilbur's decision to become a god.

Although Constantine was not clear about the details of the so-called godly ascension plan, he was sure that the price that Wilbur had to pay was not something he could afford.

"But what does the godly ascension plan have to do with these ordinary people?"

Constantine was very sleepy. "I have also dabbled in dark magic. With the greed of those dimensional devil gods, a mere population of a city is not enough to satisfy their appetite. Unless they can sacrifice half of the people of Earth, how can they help him become a god?"

"You only guessed half of it correctly."

Nexia raised her hand to lift up a strand of black hair that had fallen from her temples. She said indifferently, "What Wilbur is proficient in is not black magic. It is another kind of even more evil magic. These people are not used to offer sacrifices, but to endure torture."

"But... Why?" Constantine's face flashed with shock and doubt.

"Because only these tortured souls can help him complete the most important part of the godly ascension plan." Nexia looked at him meaningfully and said, "Only the tortured souls born from the filthy evil can pollute that existence."

"Pollute... that existence?"

Constantine was stunned when he heard that. He felt as if he had forgotten something.

"Constantine."

"Constantine."

"Constantine."

The faint voice that had just echoed in his ears seemed to have become clearer at this moment. The voice lingered in the depths of his mind, constantly repeating his name.

"Hello, Nexia."

"Gulp."

Constantine was infected by her seriousness and gulped. "Wait, you haven't told me what you want me to do."

"You will know when you go in." Nexia looked back into his eyes.

"You trust me so much?" Constantine suddenly panicked. What if he didn't know?

Unfortunately, Nexia did not answer him. Step by step, she walked towards the iron gate. The slender blade of sword, glowing with white milk, in this dark environment, released Spiritual Power, who was calm and collected. She said faintly,

"Everything goes against the journey, a hundred generations pass by, like a galloping shadow. " "Bankai – Fusei!"

The next moment, the iron gate shattered.

"Go!"

Nexia shouted.

Bang!

The spiritual power that Constantine's feet were brewing suddenly erupted at this moment, galloping past like electric light, wiping Nexia's side, and rushing straight into the broken iron gate.

Boom -

An earth-shattering violent tremor followed by a surging wave of air rushing towards him from behind!

Constantine did not dare to turn back at all. He rushed forward recklessly. He knew that as long as he hesitated, he would be completely torn into pieces by the biting cold gaze behind him!

The iron gate was still a dark passageway.

He did not know how long he had run. Only when he felt a burning pain in his lungs did he see a trace of light.

At the same time, the voice calling out to him became clearer and clearer.

Finally, he came to the end.

A tank full of bright red blood was hung in the air by countless iron chains engraved with incantations. The pipes that absorbed the soul of pain were connected to the inside from all directions.

It was a woman imprisoned in the cultivation tank!

It was a woman with a devastatingly beautiful appearance. Her scattered blonde hair was exceptionally eye-catching in the fresh blood. She wore a gorgeous golden armor dress, and her face was as white as jade. It was as if she had been carved by ice crystals without any flaws. Her tall nose bridge could be said to be perfectly divided into lines. Her two red lips were plump and thin, and her eyes were tightly closed as if she was sleeping.

But if it was just this, it was not enough to shock the old driver, Constantine.

What truly shocked him to the extreme and even made his scalp numb from the soles of his feet was that there were six sacred and pure giant wings growing on the back of that woman!

This is... An imprisoned Seraph!