Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 459: The imprisoned angel

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　　 "Nexia, I don't understand..."

　　 Constantine couldn’t bear to look at the plight of those people anymore, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The roots of his teeth were almost crushed, and he said: “Wilbur Waterley builds this factory, it’s impossible. Is it just to torture them and satisfy their perverted desires?"

　　 "Remember the plan to ascend the gods mentioned in the manuscript?" Nekhya said.

　　 "Remember, from the literal meaning, it should be Wilbur's plan to become a god, right?" Constantine recalled the content mentioned in the manuscript, although it was about the specific description of'ascend the god' Not many, you can see some clues.

　　 Wilbur Waterley suspected of acquiring endless knowledge and mana from books handed down by the family, and thus became a powerful black magician, proficient in many unheard of dark magics he had never heard of.

　　Magic is a double-edged sword.

　　 This principle has been taught by Constantine himself since a long time ago. The experience of Newcastle tells him that the more powerful the power, the more the limit, and even one carelessness will lead to the opposite of his own will. .

　　 It’s not difficult to believe that a nobleman who has never touched the realm of magic will inevitably change his temperament after obtaining such a complex dark magic, especially since he once held a mysterious ritual and obtained endless knowledge from it. .

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

　　How the so-called ascension will proceed, and what the specific rituals are, Constantine is not clear about it, but he can be sure that the price Wilbur needs to pay is definitely not something he can afford. From.

　　"What does the Goddess Project have to do with these ordinary people?"

　　 Constantine was very confused and said: "I also dabble in dark magic. With the greedy level of the dimensional demons, the population of a small city cannot satisfy their appetite unless they can sacrifice half of the earth. , Otherwise, how could it help him become a god?"

　　 "You are only half right."

　　Nekxia raised his hand to lift a strand of blue silk from the temple, and said lightly: "Wilbur is not proficient in black magic, it is another more evil magic, these people are not used to sacrifice. It is used to endure torture."

　　" An expression of shock and confusion flashed across Constantine's face: "But...why is this?

　　 "Because only these tortured souls can help him complete the most important part of the ascension plan." Neksia gave him a meaningful look and said: "Only born of filth and evil Only the tormented soul of pain can contaminate that existence."

　　 "Pollution... who exists?"

　　 Constantine was startled when he heard the words, and felt vaguely that he had forgotten something.

　　 "Constantin..."

　　 "Constantin..."

　　 "Constantin..."

　　 The seemingly non-existent voice that reverberated in the ear just now seemed to have become clearer again. The voice lingered in the depths of my mind, murmuring and repeating his name.

　　 "Hey, Neksia..."

　　 Constantine's face changed slightly, and he turned to the girl beside him to verify: "Someone is calling my name, did you hear it?"

　　 "No, I can't hear you."

　　 Neksia shook his head and said that he had not heard it, but then the conversation turned around and suddenly said: "But the voice calling you is indeed real, and only you can hear it, so Don't be too nervous."

　　 It turned out that it was not an illusion caused by his exhaustion!

　　 Constantine suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if something was coming out of it. He couldn't help clenching his teeth, holding his head and shaking, ten fingers were deeply inserted into the roots of the hair, breathing Becomes hasty.

　　 A strange sense of violation quietly spread from the bottom of my heart.

　　 All the surrounding scenery suddenly became illusory and hazy in his eyes, and countless overlapping phantoms appeared, a strange memory that had never been seen before, flashing through his mind like lightning!

　　 "Newcastle...I remember it!"

　　 Constantine read the place name, and a gleam of light gradually appeared in the confused eyes: "I...return to this place to save the little girl Astra, but I... ...Seems to have forgotten one thing?"

　　"The second memory has triggered."

　　Neksiya nodded slightly, her pink cherry lips let out a sigh of relief, and patted her chest, saying: "Fortunately, you remembered it in time, and there is not enough time. Let's go to the next place."

　　 "No wonder you haven't reminded me that the trigger is my memory?" Constantine covered his head with one hand, the effect of the pain faintly persisted, and said with a cold air in his mouth: "If I don't recover my memory, Does it mean that we can't stop Wilbur?"

　　 "At least, the future I know, yes."

　　Nexia's eyes were a little sad, and said: "If you walk here and you haven't recovered your memory, then the chance of us winning will be infinitely close to zero."

　　 "What is the chance now?" Constantine asked curiously.

　　Nekxia thought for a while, and said: "50%...already very high."

　　"Half and half...okay."

　　 Hearing this, Constantine regained his energy and smiled optimistically: "At least the probability is higher than when I bet with the devil."

　　 During the conversation between the two, they have reached the deepest part of the factory.

　　 A huge iron gate stands in front of you, with a huge number of complicated spells painted on it. Just looking at it is enough to make people dizzy, let alone crack or understand the meaning of these spells. .

　　 "Is that Wilbur still a human?!"

　　 Constantine only glanced at it, and felt that his head was about to explode. He raised his hands directly: "Don't expect me to open this iron door. I don't even understand what it says."

　　 "No, just leave it to me."

　　Nexia slowly pulled out the Zanpaku Knife from her waist, with a dignified expression in her cold expression, and said: "After I open this iron gate, Wilbur Waterley will immediately When it appears, I will try my best to hold it for you, and I can only rely on you for the rest."

　　 "Gudong......"

　　 Constantine was infected by her seriousness, and swallowed, "Wait, you don't seem to tell me what you want me to do?"

　　 "Wait for you to go in, naturally you will know." Nexia looked back into his eyes and said.

　　 "Do you believe me that way?" Constantine suddenly panicked, what if he didn't know what to do?

　　 But unfortunately, Neksia didn’t answer him, and walked towards the iron gate step by step, with a thin white opalescent blade, releasing a calming spirit in this dark environment. Pressure, faint thoughts in the mouth:

　　"All things travel backwards and passers by for a hundred generations, such as the shadows, to spend a time of sorrow and leisure."

　　"It’s life is floating, its death is rest."

　　 "卍jie——Floating Life!"

　　 The next moment, the iron gate shattered.

　　 "Go!"

　　Nexia made a clear drink.

　　bang!

　　 The spiritual pressure brewing on Constantine's feet suddenly broke out at this moment, galloping past like an electric light~ IndoMTL.com~ Wiping Neksia’s side, she rushed straight into the broken iron door. within.

　　 boom——

　　The earth-shaking violent vibration rushed from behind along with the billowing air waves!

　　 Constantine didn't dare to turn his head at all, and rushed forward desperately. He knew that as long as he hesitated, he would be completely torn to pieces by the cold gaze behind him!

　　The iron gate is still a dark passage.

　　 He didn't know how long he ran until he saw a faint light in his lungs.

　　 A stream of majestic vitality came continuously, and at the same time the voice calling him became clearer at this time.

　　 Finally, he came to the end.

　　 A pot-shaped culture tank filled with bright red blood was hung in the air by countless iron ropes engraved with incantations, and the pipes that had absorbed the painful soul were connected to the thing from all directions.

　　 was imprisoned in the training trough, it turned out to be a woman!

　　 That is a woman with a beautiful face, scattered blond hair is very conspicuous in the blood, wearing a gorgeous golden armor dress, plain white as jade face, like ice crystals, without the slightest flaws, high nose line It can be called a perfect dividing line, the two red lips are plump and thin, and the eyes are closed as if sleeping.

　　 But if only this is the case, it is not enough to shock the old driver Constantine.

　　 really shocked him beyond the limit, and even the numbness of his scalp and the chill from the soles of the feet were the six sacred and pure huge wings growing behind the woman!

　　 This is a... the imprisoned seraph!