Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path: 22. Specific parasitics

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Constantine feels cold.

It's very cold, not only is the skin telling him that he is about to be frozen, but also from the cold of the heart, it is a kind of freezing emotion and soul's indifference, it is more like a special contamination, he can't bear it Living the windbreaker wrapped around the body, but walking in a barren desert, just this kind of insulation, obviously not enough.

As for why he appeared in the Nevada Desert, thousands of miles away from New York, this is obviously another story.

"What the **** do you want me to do!"

He could n’t help shouting towards the sky, “You TM tell me anyhow! Do n’t torture me!”

"Go forward!"

The dark voice was surging in his heart, conveying only such a meaning, but it ’s safe to say that he was talking with a real gangster, and it was because of his power that he communicated You can only use this weak and inaudible way, otherwise it will be easily discovered by the Supreme Master who monitors the world.

After crossing the vast sea of ​​space overnight, Constantine looks like an old dog whose spine has been completely broken. Without the optimism and playfulness of the previous, it is like being thrown into the sewage I stayed there for three days and three nights, and completely wiped out his last trace of energy.

He is like the most tired traveler. He is struggling to advance in the night desert. He does not know the goal, how long he has to walk, and he may even die in the desert at the next moment, but he has to go ahead.

Every human being has weaknesses, even the most powerful Supreme Master is no exception, and these weaknesses should be well and carefully protected, otherwise once the weaknesses are mastered, the end will be extremely miserable. Constantine is an extreme negative example.

He personally dug a huge abyss for himself. Now, he is going to be completely swallowed by the abyss he dug out. No one wants to be a running dog, because no matter whether the owner loses or wins, the running dog will not end well. , But the problem is that sometimes you have to be a dog ...

This is the most painful for people who hold pride in their hearts.

On the icy and dark desert sand dunes, the spirit world detective looked around. He can be sure that he is completely lost now. In this desert environment without signs, he walks aimlessly like this. This is The inevitable result, but just as he was about to raise his foot again, a person suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

"That's ..."

He looked at that guy, very far, about a few hundred meters away, and he could only see a rough outline in the dark, but it was certainly a human figure, and he staggered towards Constantine, But that kind of pace is so stiff that it doesn't look like a normal person at all, but like ... a walking dead.

"Bang"

Walking forward for more than ten meters, it seemed that he had completely exhausted all his strength. He fell on his back and fell in the sand dunes, splashing a place of yellow sand, and startled the Constantine watching.

He walked over, and put the golden, encircling holy mantra in his pocket on his finger, and held the holy water in the other hand. It took him nearly 10 minutes to rub it. Walking to the fallen guy, he looked at the person under his feet.

"Poor hair, dirty clothes, bare feet, plus this smell ..."

Constantine squatted down, frowning and looking at this person who had lost his breath and more like a soul lost, "looks like South American ..."

He looked at the pair of feet that had been completely worn away. It was an absolutely cruel picture. It was so cruel that it made the scalp numb. He forced himself not to look at those feet. When he set his eyes on When this guy held his hand, he saw a flash of light in the darkness.

It's like a light refracted by metal. After seeing the guy holding it in his hand, Constantine reached out and took the cold metal out of this guy's hand. At that moment, the corpse that had just died seemed to be weathered, flesh and blood turned into black quicksands scattered in place, the bones shattered, and only a small piece of bone remained.

It looks like this corpse has been abandoned in the desert for hundreds of years.

This scene greatly changed the face of Constantine. He once again focused his attention on the metal scrap in his hand. It was a metal block with no features or even roughness, but he could barely see that it should belong to a certain The remains of a weapon, he turned the iron block carefully, and then saw the rune inscribed under the metal block.

He was stung by a poisonous scorpion. He threw that thing on the ground like a hot potato. He couldn't help but took a step back. He stumbled and fell. His feet kept rubbing in the desert to make himself 'S body backed away, trying to stay away from the metal block. Obviously, this thing scared him.

"Are you afraid?"

The darkness appeared in front of him in the form of light and shadow, like a dark vortex suspended under the sky, and across that vortex, Constantine as if could see a pair of dark eyes looking directly at him.

"Why should you be scared? Have n’t you all been craving for such a powerful existence? Why should you be scared? Go ... pick it up! Get your power, and then do the real big thing!"

"No! I refuse!"

Constantine watched with horror as he threw it in the desert, like a normal weapon wreck, a metal strip like a dagger, he shouted loudly,

"I refuse! That is not something I can hold ... You are murdering! Murdering my soul!"

"Hehehe"

The voice became cold. "If not, what do you think your soul is for? Firewood, I sent it out of **** and walked here from Datiankeng, normal The human soul can't bear the draw from it. I am tired of changing holders frequently ... Fortunately, I found you. "

"Nowhere to go, despair and sorrow, painful familiarity with the soul, the taste is still so wonderful."

"You must die."

That voice is indifferent to the bones, "It will at least allow you to live a little longer, don't refuse this" gift ", think about Cheryl, poor idiot, do you really think you have a choice?"

Constantine ’s rebuttal was blocked in his throat. As an exorcist, in the past, he was actually better at handling these troubles with flexible language and traps, but this time, he suddenly realized that The power of language is so weak.

After he walked into desperation, he suddenly woke up. Those things that were regarded as unknown by him. Those that he only relied on to make money are truly worth relying on. At least if he is as strong as Cyber, In front of him, the **** wanted to force him to do things that were tantamount to suicide.

But regret ... it's too late.

"Ka"

Constantine reached out the lighter, flicked it twice, and lit the cigarette. He sat on the cold sand dunes and looked at the night above his head. The sky never looked so lonely. He reached out and touched his pocket, where , He has nothing, really nothing.

"Okay ... okay, if this is the case ..."

He reached out and picked up the metal strip like the dagger. When he started, the cold metal seemed to smell some kind of delicious thing. It began to heat up. Eventually, the hot power was reflected in the palm of Constantine. Here, like holding a coke in his hand, the most important thing is that he can't discard it yet.

Like sticking to his hand, there is no way to be discarded.

"Ah ah ah!"

He kneeled painfully on the ground, his right arm was holding his right arm, his muscles were trembling, and seemed to be suffering some kind of terrible torture. After a while, the flesh was scorched, but he recovered quickly, like Cyber's is the same as self-healing, but there is a complicated mark on the recovered skin.

It was an orange-red pentacle, an inverted pentacle, dotted with intricate patterns, a pair of black wings, a flaming sword, and a dotted star dotted in the center of the mark.

"Sure enough!"

Constantine's face was covered with cold sweat, that was the appearance of pain, he looked up and looked at the empty sky,

"It really is you !!!"

And when the poor, forced to die in the desert, Jacques suffered in the Nevada desert, in the morgue of the Manhattan police station, an indifferent Angela and Father Hennessy who were recovering from a serious illness left Into it, the policeman guarding the door of the morgue looked up and saw Angela,

"Hi, Detective Dodson, you are so early today!"

Angela looked at him, there was no smile in those eyes, as if turned into another person overnight, she was wearing a very casual clothes, a black trench coat, lined with tight jeans, Wearing a baseball cap and carrying a small backpack, the whole person looks younger, but the overall temperament has become gloomy.

Accurately, it is much more gloomy than the previous Dodson detective.

"No, Ferguson, I resigned."

Angela said calmly, "This job is not for me ... I will see my sister today. This is the priest I found. He will preside over the burial ceremony of my sister."

The police officer named Ferguson was surprised. Angela was recognized as the most promising star of the youngest sergeant this year. Did she choose to resign at this critical moment?

He froze for a few seconds and reacted quickly, and said with a heavy face,

"I ’m sorry for your sister ’s experience, Angela, you have to take care."

"There is nothing to apologize."

Angela took the sunglasses from his pocket and carried it on his face. He said very concisely, "This is not your fault, Ferguson, open the door. I have a tight time."

The police officer turned took out a bunch of keys and pointed to the empty morgue,

"Room 13, your sister is there."

Angela nodded, she glanced at Ferguson again, to be precise, looking at the two grisly ground-bound spirits standing behind Ferguson, they were drawing life from this police officer, and they looked fiercely Angela, like Cyber said, when she can see them, they can see her too.

Angela was silent for a moment and said softly,

"Change your post, Ferguson, and, good luck."

A few minutes later, Angela reached out and opened her sister ’s body bag and placed it in this cold morgue. Under this weather, the body did not change, and Isabel fell from the top of the building. It happened to be a swimming pool. The shock killed her instantly, but the body was not miserable.

The girl in front of her looks like she is asleep, her face is pale, especially her lips. The pale looks nothing like it, Angela's eyes are filled with inextricable pain until she reaches out and wants to touch her sister's At that time, Father Hannesey who had been standing behind her suddenly said,

"Don't touch her!"

"Huh?"

"Do n’t touch her! Angela ..."

Father Hannesi took three pairs of gloves from the side and took them one by one. He carefully turned over the arm of Isabel and pulled down the identity tag attached to his arm, revealing that it seemed to be a tattoo. But it is like a symbol of some kind of cult ceremony.

Father Hannesy seemed to have been burned to the point of fire, and took two steps back, crossing his chest frantically,

"Lord ... God ... you are right, Angela, your sister is not suicidal, this sign, this sign ... Mammon. The son of darkness, committed a more serious crime than his father. Child! God! This is crazy! "