Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 460: The truth about the Ascension Project

"Seraph...Seraph..."

　　 Constantine's brain was blank, and he swallowed subconsciously.

　　 That is the messenger of the highest-ranking **** in heaven, the only seven seraphs under the throne of God!

　　 He was fortunate to have dealt with one of the blazing angels, so even how powerful these supreme beings are, just the coercion released is enough to destroy a city where hundreds of thousands of people gather.

　　 Even if Wilbur knows more dark magic and possesses more taboo knowledge, he is only a human being after all. How could he be one of the only seven seraphs under the seat of God to be able to compare with the devil of hell? How about the contending supreme sacred creature, imprisoned in this disgusting place full of blasphemy?

　　 "Constantin..."

　　 "Constantin..."

　　 "Constantin..."

　　 The calling voice became clearer and clearer.

　　 Constantine looked slightly startled, and found that the woman in the culture tank opened her eyes through the turbid body of fresh blood.

　　唰~

　　 At this moment, everything seems to be still.

　　 Constantine had felt this kind of power, and he knew it was the unique ‘still time’ of angels.

　　 When Gabriel appeared in front of him occasionally in the past, he would often stop the flow of time around him. The advantage is to prevent mortals from seeing the true face of the angel, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble in the future.

　　 However, it is now more than time stopped.

　　 He is even more curious now that the imprisoned Seraph in front of him is which of the Seven Seraphs.

　　 Seraphim’s eyes are extremely pure, like the alexandrite that has been carefully carved by the craftsmen of the gods, without the slightest blemish, but if you look closely, you can find that the edges of the emerald green pupils are still entwined. A circle of dazzling golden flames, like hot and hot molten lava, was slowly flowing in the eyes.

　　 "Constantin...you are finally here."

　　Seraph's pupils moved slowly, and fixed on Constantine, flashing a look mixed with pain.

　　 Across the culture tank and the dirty blood, the voice of the angel rang directly in his mind, which made Constantine stunned for half a second, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face: "It's you... Are you calling me?"

　　 "Yes...I am calling you."

　　 The pain in the eyes of the blazing angel is more intense, and he said very weakly: "I need your strength to rescue me from here. There is no time, Constantine, I... insist It won’t be long before they... are polluting me."

　　 "Wait... pollution?"

　　 Constantine's mind flashed, and he suddenly thought of a terrible idea, and he couldn't help but breathe in a cold breath: "It turns out that the people who died here and those suffering souls are all to corrupt and pollute you. Right?"

　　 "That's right... because only in this way can I weaken my Seraph Wings." Seraph said angrily: "That man...wants to occupy my body, I It can be felt that its consciousness is flowing in it, waiting for the moment when I can't hold on."

　　 "That's it...I understand!"

　　 Constantine has read many black magic, and suddenly realized after listening to it.

　　 The filthy blood flowing in this cultivation tank comes from humans who have been tortured and died. For a sacred and pure existence like her, it is tantamount to a great blasphemy, eroding the clean gods all the time. Body.

　　 But if only this is the case, it will not contaminate a Seraphim.

　　Seraph Wings, even as his symbol, are also a source of powerful power that God has given them.

　　 So Wilbur used the second method, which is to collect the tortured souls, mix them and inject them into the cultivation tank, and corrode the wings of the Seraph with the incantation engraved on the outside. !

　　 The wailing and screams of those painful souls, accompanied by endless negative emotions, are like a storm after the spell has been strengthened hundreds of times, constantly impacting the strong spiritual barriers of the Seraph.

　　Once the Seraph Wings are corroded and contaminated, then he will completely lose the protection of the divine power.

　　 And then, Wilbur was waiting!

　　 It will completely occupy this pair, from the body of God created by God, and then become a high god!

　　 Constantine understands everything, it turns out this is the so-called ‘God Ascension Plan’!

　　Using the evil and filthy power extracted by the dead humans in the city, so as to pollute the seraphim's clean heart and sacred wings, and finally take the seraphim's body as his own, and Li Daitao became the angel god.

　　 Let such an evil existence occupy the body of a blazing angel, what kind of disaster would happen, it is simply unimaginable. Just thinking about it, Constantine felt that his whole body was upside down, vowing that he would never let Wilbur The plan is successful!

　　 "Wait, I will save you immediately!"

　　 Constantine directly took out the holy hunter and refilled it with holy bullets full of blessings. At the same time, he didn't forget to bargain with the Seraph and said, "These are the bullets that Gabriel blessed. Wait for me. Save you, remember to bless me a few more when you come."

　　 Seraph did not speak, it may be too weak, of course, it can not be ruled out that it is because he is too shameless.

　　 Soon after the two sacred bullets were loaded, Constantine held up the sacred hunter with both hands, two huge black muzzles, aimed at the position above the cultivation tank, and the index finger squeezed the trigger fiercely.

　　 Boom! boom!

　　 Flames spurted from the muzzle~IndoMTL.com~ With the huge roar of the firearm, two golden bullets pushed out of the barrel, as if piercing the dark dawn.

　　 Constantine's mouth raised, watching the trajectory of the two golden bullets, seeing that he was about to touch the cultivation tank, and when he felt everything was stable, he saw a black shadow flashing next to him, sweeping past his eyes at an even more alarming speed. pass!

　　咣——

The 　　 bullet stopped in front of the cultivation tank, and was steadily stopped by one hand, as if hitting the metal, splashing a dazzling spark, bursting with a crisp and dull sound.

　　 "I knew..."

　　 The astonishment on Constantine’s face flashed away, and his hands slowly put down the Holy Hunter, looking at the gradually clearer face, he couldn’t help sighing, and said, “Whether I want to What are you doing, accidents always come faster than planned."

　　The face is very three-dimensional, with a hooked nose and thin lips, typical Caucasian characteristics, brown hair meticulously combed back to the head, wearing a straight suit, looks very aristocratic.

　　 "Wow~ I got lucky!"

　　 Constantine blew a whistle and clenched the Holy Hunt.

　　 The face in front of him is the noble man he had seen in the hotel banquet hall, and he was also the culprit who caused this disaster and committed heinous sins, wanting to be a human being. —Wilbur Waterley!

　　"John Constantine..."

　　 Wilbur Waterray's eyes were gloomy, and he squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "Several times I broke my plan several times. I thought that erasing your memory would minimize the impact. I didn't expect She was still awakened by you. I knew I should have killed you at that time!"