Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 463: The Fangs of John Constantine

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　　 fight! fighting! fighting!

　　 In this dark and **** factory, two men are fighting for a woman, and in this dark and **** factory, a near-tragic battle broke out. Screamed.

　　 Although it is said to be a battle, it is actually a one-sided crushing game.

　　 Facing Wilbur who was completely furious, whether it was power, speed, or even all kinds of weird means, Constantine, a completely novice **** of death, was almost helpless and could only let him go. The other side tortured and slaughtered.

　　 over and over again, Ling Chi, dismemberment, fancy torture.

　　 All the capital punishments that have appeared in the world and can be done in the imagination of mankind have all been performed on him.

　　 Wilbur vented all the grievances and jealousy in his heart on this man, until Constantine was completely torn apart, and he uttered a furious roar to the sky, as terrifying as a wild beast in a bloodthirsty state. .

　　 A large swath of bright red blood seeped into the ground, countless fingernail-sized pieces of meat, falling like snowflakes in every corner, and broken organs were discarded, it is impossible for anyone to see this pile. The disgusting thing is Constantine.

　　 "Huh...huh..."

　　After some venting, Wilbur calmed down a bit, staring forward panting.

　　Of course, the main reason for calming down is that it discovered that Constantine is really unkillable. No matter what method it uses to kill Constantine, this **** will reappear in the next second!

　　"Resurrected again..."

　　 Wilbur's eyes are gloomy, and the roots of his teeth are almost crushed, showing how much he hates Constantine.

　　Papa~Papa~

　　, a blond man with a decadent look, from among countless ghosts, he walked out slowly and staggeringly with firm and heavy steps, his eyes full of unconcealable fatigue and numbness.

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Wilbur narrowed his eyes and suddenly noticed something strange.

　　 The long river of blood flowing, I don't know when it is almost drying up, and the number of those ghosts and ghosts, which can be called a huge amount, has unknowingly reduced a lot at this moment, and there are only about a dozen left.

　　 A guess about Constantine quietly came to his mind.

　　 "Fak squid!"

　　 After the tragic torture, Constantine’s spirit is nearing the edge of collapse, but he still raised a **** towards Wilbur, and said stiffly, "Come on, you dog Mother’s bitch, I don’t have anything else, but his life is hard enough to kill me!!!"

　　 "Don’t try to provoke me, John Constantine." Wilbur has calmed down now, staring at him with cold eyes, and said: "The game is over, I have seen through your awkward and ridiculous The trick."

　　 Constantine was startled when he heard the words. Although there was no words, a panic flashed in his eyes.

　　 Wilbur saw the flash of panic, and he undoubtedly confirmed the guess in his heart: "If I guess right, the reason why you can be resurrected again and again is because of those resentful spirits instead of Did you kill me?"

　　 Constantine's eyes flickered, his lips squirmed as he tried to refute, but he was interrupted again.

　　 "Don't refute, Constantine."

　　 Wilbur grinned, slowly leaned down, spread his legs back and forth, and slightly raised his feet: "What is the answer to the immortal body, let me test it myself, don’t you know?"

　　 Boom!

　　 A huge force exploded, and the surrounding ground collapsed!

　　 The powerful physical function has been improved several times again, so that Wilbur's speed has become faster, and it has completely exceeded the dynamic vision of living things. The naked eye can't capture its trajectory at all, and can only barely see a red light. Flashing in the dark.

　　"Blood Curse: Blast!"

　　 A palm was pressed on Constantine's chest, the hot flames were compressed to the extreme, and then exploded rapidly in the human body!

　　As the monstrous blood-red flames rose up, Constantine's whole body was instantly evaporated, and there was no ashes left.

　　 A moment later, Constantine's face was gloomy, and he walked out of the river of blood that had dried up a bit.

　　 "One, two, three... thirteen, as expected!"

　　 Wilbur licked the blood from his palm, grinning and said: "The moment you were resurrected just now, another resentful spirit disappeared."

　　"...Is it possible to see through my abilities in such a short time?"

　　 Constantine's face is quite ugly, and the consumption rate of the River of Dead Souls has greatly exceeded his estimation.

　　 "Judging from your expression, I guessed it right." Wilbur solved the mystery. He was in a good mood for a while, with a sarcasm on his face, and said, "Now you only have thirteen left. I'm dead, think about how to use it?"

　　 "Uh... why not give me a chance."

　　 Constantine was silent, then raised his head and said seriously: "If I kowtow now, will it be too late to join you?"

　　 Wilbur showed a sneer on his face and said: "Anyone can join us, but you can't, because there is only you, the existence I must erase."

　　 "Actually, I am more forgetful, don't you believe it?" Constantine was still a little unwilling, and asked without a face.

　　 Wilbur sneered, then he disappeared instantly.

　　 Click it!

　　 A huge force struck, and Constantine's head was unscrewed instantly.

　　 "Constantine, do you think I don’t know what your trick is?" Wilbur took his head and held it upright, grinning: "Don’t worry, your companion You won’t come, it’s meaningless to delay your time."

　　 Constantine walked awkwardly along the bleeding river, looked a little worried outside, gritted his teeth and said: "How do you know...I'm delaying time?"

　　 "Isn't this obvious?"

　　 Wilbur held the head, and smiled swiftly: "A shrewd man like you would rather suffer dozens of deaths and keep me here. Isn't he just waiting for the man in the hotel? "

　　 Constantine's face changed slightly, but he didn't answer it.

　　 "Tell you a desperate fact..."

　　 Wilbur slowly spread his arms, smiling confidently and calmly, and said: "That man will not come. He is trapped by four crying angels. He has not known for a long time now, where he was discarded. Time and space are inside."

　　 "Then I... tell you one thing too."

　　 Constantine slowly raised his head and said word by word: "I let you kill so many times, but I am not just waiting for him to come."

　　 "What?"

　　 Wilbur stunned slightly, and then laughed at him: "Constantin, you are such an idiot. Are you going to lie to me now?"

　　"Wilbur Waterley, since you are proficient in dark magic, it must be impossible not to know the magic of the curse series, right?" Constantine finally showed his fangs at this moment, and his pupils looked like a beast that devoured people. Flashing red light: "You only need to use your life as a sacrifice, and you can return the curse magic of the injured person several times."

　　 Wilbur's expression suddenly changed, recalling this curse magic.

　　 As long as the caster engraves a spell on the body, the person who hurts the caster can suffer several times the curse rebound~IndoMTL.com~ Among the many black magics, it is also extremely extreme and terrifying. Magic!

　　 "Hey~ Wilbur!"

　　 Constantine bared his white teeth, pulled open his clothes, revealing the skin full of bright red spells, and a cold air burst into his eyes. He chuckled lightly for a lifetime, and grinned: "You still Remember, how many times have you killed me?"

　　 Wilbur's pupils shrank suddenly, and a chill rushed to his forehead from his spine.

　　 "Let me tell you the answer."

　　 Constantine smiled very happily, and even faintly gloated: "It's a total of seventy-two times. In other words, you now have to withstand three hundred and sixty times my curse rebound!"

　　 "Wait...wait!"

　　 Wilbur was really panicked at this time, cold sweat on his forehead, and shouted in horror: "Don’t forget that if you dare to curse me, you will suffer the corresponding pain yourself. You are just a human being. , And I’m just a clone, there’s no need to die with me!"

　　 "Then try it."

　　 Constantine said coldly: "Look at the two of us, who can bear it!"

　　 "No...no!!!"

　　 "Eat my blood, swallow my flesh."

　　 Constantine chanted the incantation, inserted the blood-red blade into his heart, and screamed: "Swear in the name of Cain, whoever hurts my body will suffer five times as much , Immortal endlessly!!!"

　　 "Ahhhhh!!!"

　　 "Ahhhhh!!!"

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