Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 461: Let **** sing its praises, the river of dead souls!
Its ascension plan should have been perfect!
, I never thought that a hundred secrets were sparsed, and Constantine broke into here, and happened to awaken the sleeping Seraph!
This move caused the Seraphim, who was about to be polluted and corrupted, to suddenly gather a little sacred power and build a defense on the spiritual level, delaying its parasitic plan for more than ten minutes. .
Damn... Damn it!
If it weren’t for being entangled by that terrible man and beheading a body by unknown means, causing confusion in his brain, mentality and memory, and for a while, I couldn’t explore the situation here, how could I not find anyone breaking in? factory!
Seraph revived and woke up, delaying the ascension plan for ten minutes.
This is an unacceptable result for Wilbur Waterley in the pursuit of a smooth plan. After all, no one can guarantee what will happen in these ten minutes!
Everything... is possible!
The closer the plan is to success, the more it cannot relax.
Those who think they have a chance to win, but have been reversed, are everywhere in real life, and it happened to be experienced once just now, so now we must be more vigilant.
"You...damn it!"
Wilbur Waterley’s eyes were full of anger, wishing to tear Constantine alive, gritted his teeth and said: "I want to see, this time without an angel to help you, can you still live under my hands? Ran out!"
"Wait a moment..."
Constantine's face changed slightly, and the sense of violation became stronger: "Did we two have met before?"
part of the erased memory, the angel who saved him, and Wilbur Waterley’s tone, these fragmentary clues undoubtedly prove that he had talked with Wilbur before coming to this factory. Waterley has met once, and there have been battles!
"Jie Jie Jie..."
Wilbur Waterray smiled gloomily, with a strange expression on his expression: "This question...when you join us, you will naturally know it. I still hold it now. Go to death with those questions!"
The sticky and creamy **** asphalt slowly dripped onto the ground.
With a rising invisible coercion, it gradually spread to form a large pool of blood, squirming as if with life consciousness, smudging the ground in front of you into a bright red color, and it will soon be touched It's where Constantine is.
"Fak!"
Constantine's face changed slightly, and he cursed and hurriedly backed away.
Judging from his many years of experience in the magic world, things like this kind of strange and not easy to look at are generally related to the evil gods of certain dimensions. It is best not to be touched by these sticky **** pitches. , Otherwise God knows what terrible things will happen.
"I want to run now? It's too late!"
But how could Wilbur do as he wished, sneered and said: "Taste the power of your companion!"
The viscous plasma spreading on the ground directly soared more than half a foot high, and under the control of ineffective power, it set off a huge wave, layered on top of each other with deafening roars, and the huge attack coverage did not give Constant Ding had little chance of escape.
"In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit!"
Constantine was anxious to be wise, took out a handful of white ashes from his arms, and swayed it directly toward the blood wave: "The light casts the sacred six-pointed star, please give me the blade of courage, and break the darkness in front of me!"
The white ashes floated in the air, turning into a rain of rays of light.
The rain of arrows containing the power of sacred blessing bursts forth with mighty majesty in an instant. Whenever it touches the sea of blood, it makes a sizzling sound as if it has been burned. The sinister and weird sea of blood is like a natural enemy. Directly dispelled by the divine power!
bang bang bang bang...
Under the arrow rain of sacred light, most of the blood sea melted instantly.
"Success!"
Before Constantine's face had a smile on his face, a figure suddenly appeared in his eyes, and it was Wilbur Waterley!
"Do you think I haven't seen your magic?" Wilbur Waterray showed a mouthful of white teeth, and there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes: "John Constantine, this of yours I have seen tricks a long time ago."
was...wow!
Constantine's discoloration changed, and he was rushing to flee the place.
However, in Wilbur's eyes, his movements are almost slower than the crawling speed of a snail. He lifted his pale and sharp palm and pierced it directly like an electric light, piercing Constantine's chest like a bamboo!
噗噗嗤! ! !
A strong force penetrated into the body, and the intense pain instantly swept through Constantine's brain, and couldn't help screaming.
"Uh ah ah ah..."
Constantine's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.
"It's over, Constantine."
Wilbur forcefully lifted his whole person into the air, the blood mixed with broken pieces of meat, rushed out along the huge wound, sticking out his tongue and will fall into the mouth of the blood and minced meat on the side of his face. Chewing as if tasting delicious food, showing an evil smile: "Now...no one can stop me anymore!"
As long as there is no Constantine, the angel will not be awakened!
He will sink forever in the **** of blood and pain, until the wings of the Seraphim, which symbolizes sacred purity, are contaminated!
"Hahahahahaha..."
Wilbur shook his arm vigorously, throwing the dying Constantine aside, and let out an arrogant laugh.
I... am I going to die?
Constantine, who is dying, feels like a gossamer, feeling that the scene in front of him is gradually blurred.
Temperature, perception, thinking, etc...
Everything seemed to be gradually moving away from him, and the feeling of weightlessness appeared immediately.
But at the same time, the broken memory fragments are being glued and restored bit by bit. The lost memory is like a fountain at this moment, breaking the barriers of the seal and crazily flashing in the brain.
"Huh?"
Wilbur, who had just walked two steps, stopped suddenly, and suddenly felt shuddering!
"Hey...Where are you going?"
Constantine slowly got up from the pool of blood, holding a bright red blade in his hand, and his eyes were like wild beasts, as if he was about to choose people and devour him: "Wilbur Waugh Trey...I finally remembered."
Wilbur Waterley's complexion changed drastically, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
"You are... not Wilbur Waterley at all."
Constantine swayed twice, staggering to regain his footing, his fierce eyes exuding murderous intent: "The real Wilbur Waterley has long been occupied by you, and that one is imprisoned by you. Angel...His name is..."
"Shut up!"
Wilbur Waterley was furious~IndoMTL.com~ made a terrifying scream, crushed the ground and turned into Constantine, trying to prevent him from retrieving the name: "Don’t read it That name, I don’t allow you to pronounce that name!!!"
"Let **** sing the song-the river of dead souls!"
Constantine straightened his chest, held blood-colored blades in both hands, and plunged into the ground fiercely, raising blood-red ray eyes, saying word by word: "Remember this name for me, because It will end your conspiracy and all the disasters."
rumbling...
Under the bright red and **** blade, countless dead souls crawled out of the ground.
One after another completely unfamiliar faces, but with hatred and resentment towards the living, swayed like a puppet, surrounded by Constantine, with bright red blood flowing like a fountain.
唰——
A cold light flashed, accompanied by the sound of broken bones.
Wilbur relied on his superhuman physique to break Constantine's head abruptly, and then dropped it to the ground.
is over?
It seems...not really!
Wilbur's pupils shrank slightly, and he found that Constantine was not dead.
That rolling head was actually smiling at him.
"Let’s see..."
Constantine didn’t feel the pain at all, as if a madman was laughing, his scattered blond hair had scarlet pupils, and he watched Wilbur faintly, and a cold air burst from his teeth: "My Zanpai Knife ——The River of Dead Souls!"