frightfiction Chapter 462 The Immortal Body
Chapter 462 The Immortal Body
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The long, quiet river of blood was gurgling, and those ferocious ghosts opened their mouths wide and let out wordless screams, staring quietly at Wilbur Whateley with pale pupils full of venom and pain.
Constantine's headless body was surrounded by those ghosts, and as the blood flow expanded, more hideous and terrifying demons crawled out from the depths of the broken ground.
A strong pungent smell of sulfur instantly filled the air, mixed with a suffocating smell of blood, like a living hell.
Even though Wilbur has long been used to being stared at with such resentful and resentful eyes, but now that he is stared at by these weird things, he still inevitably feels a chill in his heart.
"This is impossible!"
Wilbur's pupils trembled slightly, and he said in disbelief: "You are just a human being, your brain and heart have been severely damaged, how can you be alive?"
"Humanity?"
The head of Constantine, who was discarded in the corner, had a strong sarcasm in his eyes at this moment, and his two lips twitched mockingly: "Although I really don't want to admit it, but now I... compared with normal humans, I am afraid that only the soul level can be regarded as a human being."
The body of Constantine, who had lost his head, was holding the blade that was still dripping blood, and slowly walked towards his head that Wilbur had twisted off and discarded in the corner.
The headless body reached out, lifted its head directly, patted the dust on the hair, and pressed it on the neck as if nothing had happened.
"Ah?"
Constantine was stunned for a moment, and realized that what he saw when he lowered his head was his own butt, and immediately clicked his tongue softly: "Sorry, this is the first time I have used this trick, and I pushed my head in the wrong direction."
Immediately afterwards, he supported the misplaced head with both hands, and performed a scene for Wilbur Whateley on the spot, what is called forced steering.
Crack bang bang...
Accompanied by a scalp tingling and bone cracking sound, Konstantin's head abruptly turned 180 degrees and returned to the front.
Walter... Fark?
Seeing such a strange scene, Wilbur Whateley's eyelids jumped wildly, and he even wanted to ask Constantine, who is the monster between them!
"Well... that's right."
Constantine nodded in satisfaction, then held the bleeding Zanpakuto, showed his neat teeth towards Wilbur, and said solemnly: "Aren't you awesome just now? Come on, let me see Now, can you kill me!"
"Don't be too arrogant, human!"
Wilbur was irritated by his actions, and a terrifying evil aura emanated from his body, and the viscous plasma around him turned into a burning flame, covering the entire factory in an instant: "It's just that you have gained a little ability, I really thought you Can it compete with me as a god?"
boom--
The next moment, the air suddenly exploded!
The annular airflow visible to the naked eye exploded one after another. Accompanied by a loud sonic boom that could pierce eardrums, a blood-red violent figure pierced through the silent factory.
The hard ground made of cement, after the blood-red figure galloped past, seemed to be trampled by thousands of beasts, and it continued to collapse and shatter in the violent tremors. Like a storm, it appeared in front of Constantine in the blink of an eye.
Its speed is really too fast!
Constantine was horrified in his heart. Wilbur's physical strength had almost reached the point of inhumanity. His whole body was blurred into an afterimage due to the extreme speed, and even the gust of wind that hit his face was produced by violent friction. Out of high temperature.
The wind pressure pulled out at high speed, like a sharp knife after grinding, raged across his body, cutting out scars that were deep enough to see the bones, and then splashed hot blood, splashing all over the surrounding ground .
Constantine reluctantly opened his eyes, endured the stinging sensation in his eyeballs, looked at the path of the blood-red figure, raised his hand, and slashed out with a knife!
This knife has no skill at all, it can even be said to be very crude, the only thing worthy of praise may be its strength.
The swung knife slashed down, hitting the blood-red figure right in the middle, but Constantine's face changed, because the blade didn't feel any force, as if it had been cut on the air.
The next moment, blood splashed from behind!
Flesh and flesh were torn from the middle to the two sides by some kind of sharp weapon. A blood-stained palm pierced straight through his left chest. Five strong fingers were like iron tongs, holding the throbbing flesh. heart.
Boom...boom...
The heart that was taken out of the body was still connected with thick and large arteries, contracting and expanding in Wilbur's palm, beating vigorously and vigorously.
"Wow-"
Constantine spat out a mouthful of blood, turned his head stiffly, and directly met Wilbur's pair of eyes that were glowing with a strange red light.
"Compared to your companions, you are really weak." Wilbur stuck out his tongue, licked the blood on his lips, and said with a grinning smile, "I want to take a look, I was chopped into a pulp In the future, can you still be resurrected!"
Constantine's pupils dilated slightly, and a chill rushed straight to his forehead from the bottom of his heart. He can indeed guarantee that he will not die, but this does not mean that he cannot feel the pain!
If it is really chopped into meat, like those human beings who are thrown into the meat grinder, it is impossible to imagine how much pain they will endure.
Wilbur didn't give him a chance at all, his five fingers suddenly tightened and squeezed the beating heart directly!
boom--
The heart was crushed into a pulp, and a piercing pain hit the nerves of the brain. Constantine's eyes went dark, and he almost passed out from the pain.
However, this is just the beginning.
Through the previous two tests, Wilbur is well aware of Constantine's weirdness. Even if his heart and brain are destroyed, he can still be revived after a while, so he plans to do it more thoroughly!
"Blood Curse—Erosion!"
Wilbur's eyes were cold, and a bright red flame ignited in his hand, which flowed into Constantine's body like a bone-eroding poison, dissolving all his organs and even muscles into a puddle of blood, and finally only one body remained. head.
Snapped!
Wilbur sneered, raised his foot and crushed Constantine's head.
The human head is like a bursting watermelon, white mixed with red viscous substance, which splashed out in an instant, covering the soles of expensive leather shoes.
"Tsk...dirty humans."
Wilbur frowned slightly, and rubbed the soles of his shoes in disgust to wipe off the brain fluid.
But the moment he looked up, he found that the river of bright red blood was still there, and those ferocious ghosts were still standing there quietly, watching him silently.
"Why... these things are still there?" Wilbur's face suddenly changed, with a sense of foreboding.
"Because... I'm not dead yet."
A deep and hoarse voice sounded, and Wilbur's pupils constricted into needles for an instant, and he saw an intact Constantine slowly walking out from among the ghosts.
"This is impossible!"
Wilbur's eyes widened: "Your body...is clearly dissolved by the blood curse, why do you still appear here? What the hell are you?"
"What is it?"
Constantine grinned: "Actually, I'm also wondering now, can an existence like me still be considered a human being?"
"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third time, and countless times!" Wilbur's eyes were bloodshot, and the only thing left in his mind was to tear this man apart. broken!
Is it...angry?
Maybe there could be, but not quite.
What really terrified Wilbur was that his dream of immortality was so easily obtained by an ordinary human being. This kind of jealousy and resentment was what made him unacceptable.