Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 174: King Constantine, Constantine

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The little spider walks through London, and the lonely boy walks on the streets of London. This is simply talking to the knife robbers who can be seen everywhere in the street alleys-I am very bully!

But little spiders are not easy to bully. New York City's good neighbors' biggest hobby is to tie little **** with spider silk.

When Peter had n’t gained superpowers, he was a young man in the Queens. The most indispensable thing in his life was this kind of third-rate gangster. In the first days of gaining power, the little spider always echoed in Stop all kinds of violent incidents like knife robbery and gun robbery at convenience stores.

Compared to heroes such as Stark, Spider-Man lacks direct confrontation with evil big entrepreneurs such as evil big entrepreneurs, cutting-edge or established capitalists, Hydera, and high-level criminals such as national agents.

Most of the time, before he joined the Aegis and the Avengers, he dealt with some ... downhill scientists and gangsters and criminals, violent organizations.

Overall—It is very closely integrated with the reality of the people at the bottom and lacks the compulsion of the big scene.

"London is okay ..." When the little spider **** the sixth man who tried to rob him with a knife, he was not surprised to find that the prophet leaned on the alley of the alley and leaned his head against the wall. With wine-red hair blocking her half of her face, she said: "Although Great Britain has colonized the world for five hundred years. But in its heyday, they never let low-quality colonies enter London."

"So you ca n’t see the headscarf servants in India, Arabs and blacks, and the Gypsies who live in RVs, like a Kiba talking in their mouths. Some are only doctors in India. And university professors, wealthy Arabs ... If in France, such as Paris, the above-mentioned people will wander in the streets from the Champs Elysées to Bastille, while creating the "scent" of Paris ! "

"The smell of human urine ... French perfumes used to cover these things, and they are the same today."

"I have to say that although London now has a Mayor of Truth, Fan Er, a veteran colonizer of the British Empire, hasn't lost it after all, they at least know to refuse immigration!"

"You should remind me what a scumbag the person I want to meet today is!" the little spider complained.

"I reminded you that you must choose him. I said that I know many masters of magic far beyond him." The Prophet came to the local London fool who was trapped on the wall by the spider silk. In front of him, he looked at him seriously: "He was lucky. He was still three years old. He would be sent to the prison for serious prisoners because of a serious injury during the robbery ... Now it seems that it will not happen. ! "

The little spider is happy: "Really? Then this is what I do!"

He raised his left hand with crimson gloves, and the mechanical gloves looked very cool-at least the little guys thought so, they went forward and succeeded in trying to get it-now they are hanging on On the wall and on the roof!

"On the other hand ..." The Prophet pulled the topic back: "I think it is necessary to temporarily separate you from the gadget for a while. When it is on you, it makes your destiny look vague and you can only leave me. See more clearly. "

"Now it seems ... the result of your destruction of the world has nothing to do with that thing." The prophet gave the little spider a serious look.

"And, that thing is now a problem." The Prophet crooked his head: "What you are doing with it in the metropolis is too big and has attracted the attention of many people. Now it is a tempting temptation. ! Seriously, none of the guys who learn magic are not messing up their lives, but they are all one of the more superstitious tricks for magic. "

"They thought the prophet was awesome? Actually they caused too much trouble themselves. You only need to borrow a small amount of the" cost "caused by their abuse of magic, a clever lever, they can lift their Life, and then smash it. We can easily control their desires ... Because of those who study magic, none of them are wise enough to be clear-headed and desireless. Such people will not learn magic at all. Magic is desire and ambition! "

"These people are so pitiful, they ruined their lives, hurt their loved ones, and at the same time superstitiously cheated. Do you know what this means?" The Prophet asked back.

"They may have a lot of regrets?" The little spider seemed to understand something.

"It's more than that! They have countless faults that they want to remedy, and they have the pain of heart, liver, spleen and lungs that are painful when they think about it. Guess whether they will be crazy? "The Prophet smiled unintentionally:" Some people feel that they cheated a Darling, but in fact ... that is a bomb! "

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Mrs. Shangdu is the strongest divination witch in the world. The blood of the ancient people gave her the ability to predict the future. In the magic world, it is rumored that Mrs. Shangdu was one of the candidates of the prophet. Identity, her ability to predict is not inferior to the prophet, but only Mrs. Shangdu knows himself-the prophets are monsters!

The first prophet Almighty and Almighty, the second prophet made a choice for the world, and the third prophet read the file again.

The three monsters are the true pinnacle of the mysterious world. They guard an ultimate secret about the world ’s once-destructed secrets. The organization built by the three of them surrounds the World Security Council.

Why Mrs. Shangdu knows so clearly—of course because she is one of them.

She is a director of the World Security Council, although after leaving the headquarters, she remembers nothing!

"... You have to think about it, Mu Yan! This is not something you can move!" Mrs. Shangdu warned the blond in front of her: "That thing is very dangerous ... dangerous beyond your imagination. "

"Let her come out and talk to you!" Muen's attitude is very firm.

"Witch!" Muen suddenly put a black, thin and weird palm under her right hand on the table. They interlaced their fingers. Then Muen gently turned his palm and the whole person changed. A style ... She became a black-haired, green-eyed witch-the same as Mrs. Shangdu in front of her.

"Help me ... you owe me!" said the witch, tilting her head half-pleadingly and half-threateningly.

Mrs. Shangdu sighed that she was not going to tell the witch, but when she was just fortune-telling, she seemed to find that something had changed, and that the thing fell into the hands of someone who completely surpassed Mrs. This seems to be ... specially used to back the pot?

So Mrs. Shangdu changed his mind, since the Prophet had already appointed this person to bear the blame. Then don't hurry to dump the pot, what else are you tangled?

"What you want is now in Constantine's hands ..." Mrs. Shang Du slowly pulled out a corpse of a red-breasted ram resting on a dry rose flower branch. She bowed her head and kissed On top of the dry head of the red-breasted owl, the red-breasted owl turned into freshness between his breath and flew up and down around the back of Mrs. Shangdu's hand.

Mrs. Shangdu handed the red-breasted robin to the witch and let it fly over the witch's shoulder.

"This red-breasted emu will take you to John ... Be careful of the Church of Cold Flame, they are also looking for him, you are just a step ahead of them!"