frightfiction Chapter 461 Let Hell Sing, River of Dead Souls!
Chapter 461 Let Hell Sing, River of Dead Souls!
Its plan to ascend to the gods should have been perfect!
But I never expected that a hundred secrets and one sparseness would allow Constantine to break into this place, and coincidentally awaken the sleeping Seraph!
This action caused Seraph, who was about to be polluted and corrupted, to suddenly condense some holy power, and built a defense on the spiritual level, delaying its parasitic plan for more than ten minutes.
Damn...Damn it!
If he hadn't been entangled by that terrifying man and beheaded a body by unknown means, causing confusion in his brain, spirit and memory, and he couldn't care less about investigating the situation here, how could he not have found someone breaking into the factory!
Seraph revived and woke up, delaying the Ascension Plan by 10 minutes.
This is an unacceptable result for Wilbur Whateley, who is pursuing a smooth plan. After all, no one can guarantee what will happen in these 10 minutes!
Everything is possible!
The closer the plan is to success, the less it can relax.
There are many examples of those who think they have the chance to win, but the situation is reversed in the end, and it just happened to happen once in real life, so we must be more vigilant now.
"You...damn it!"
Wilbur Whateley's eyes burst into anger, wishing he could tear Constantine alive, he gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see if you can escape from my hand alive this time without the angel helping you!" !"
"Wait a minute......."
Constantine's face changed slightly, and the feeling of disobedience became stronger: "Have the two of us met before?"
Part of the memory that was erased, the angel who saved him, and Wilbur Whateley's tone of voice, these fragmentary clues undoubtedly prove that before he came to this factory, he had a relationship with Wilbur Whateley. I met once, and there was a fight!
"Jie Jie Jie..."
Wilbur Whateley smiled sullenly, with an indescribably weird expression: "This question...you will naturally know it after you join us, and now you still have those questions go to hell!"
The sticky and creamy blood-colored asphalt slowly dripped onto the ground.
Following a surge of invisible coercion, it gradually spread to form a large pool of blood, wriggling as if it had a sense of life, dyed the ground in front of it bright red, and would soon touch Constance Ding's location.
"Fake!"
Constantine's expression changed slightly, he cursed secretly and hurriedly backed away.
Judging from his many years of experience in the magic world, things like this that look weird and not easy to mess with are generally related to certain dimension evil gods. It is best not to be touched by these sticky blood-colored asphalt, otherwise God knows Something terrible will happen.
"You want to run now? It's too late!"
But how could Wilbur do what he wished, and said with a sneer, "Taste the strength of your companion!"
The viscous plasma spreading on the ground directly jumped half a foot high, setting off a huge wave under the control of invalid power, layer after layer making deafening whistling sounds, and the huge attack coverage did not allow Constantine to escape at all. Opportunity.
"In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit!"
Constantine was quick to wit, took out a handful of white ashes from his bosom, and swayed them directly towards the blood waves: "The sacred six-pointed star is made of light, please give me a sharp blade of courage, and break the darkness in front of you!"
The white ashes floated in the air, turning into a rain of radiant arrows.
The rain of arrows, which contains the power of divine blessing, instantly burst into mighty glory. Whenever the sea of blood that touches that radiance makes a sizzling sound as if it had been burned, the sinister and strange sea of blood, like a natural enemy, is directly consumed by the sacred Force to disperse!
bang bang bang...
Under the rain of sacred light arrows, most of the sea of blood melted in an instant.
"Success!"
Before Constantine had time to smile, a figure suddenly appeared in his pupils, and it was Wilbur Whateley!
"Do you think I haven't seen your magic?" Wilbur Whateley showed his white teeth, with a cold killing intent in his eyes: "John Constantine, this little trick of yours, I can't help it!" Already knew it."
It's... bad!
Constantine's expression changed, and he was about to flee from the spot.
However, in Wilbur's eyes, his movements were slower than a snail's crawling speed. He raised his pale and sharp palm, pierced through it like lightning, and pierced Constantine's chest like a bamboo!
puff! ! !
A strong force penetrated into the body, and the severe pain swept Constantine's brain instantly, and he couldn't help screaming.
"Uh uh ah ah..."
Constantine's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.
"It's over, Constantine."
Wilbur lifted his whole body into the air with all his might, the blood mixed with broken pieces of meat flowed out along the huge wound, and he stretched out his tongue to roll the blood and pieces of meat that fell on his face into his mouth, as if tasting delicious food Chewed as thinly as possible, 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 perish forever in the sea of blood and the hell of pain, until the wings of the Seraphim, which symbolizes the holy and pure, are polluted!
"Hahahahahaha..."
Wilbur swung his arm vigorously, threw the dying Constantine aside, and laughed arrogantly.
Am I... dying?
Constantine, who was on the verge of death, felt his breath go loose, feeling that the scene in front of him was gradually blurring.
Temperature, perception, thinking, etc...
Everything seemed to be gradually moving away from him, and the feeling of weightless falling appeared immediately.
But at the same time, those fragments of broken memories were being glued together and restored bit by bit, and the lost memories were like a spring, breaking through the barrier of the seal and frantically flashing in the brain.
"Ok?"
Wilbur, who had just walked two steps, suddenly stopped, and suddenly felt a chilling feeling!
"Hey...where are you going?"
Constantine slowly got up from the pool of blood, holding a bright red blade in his hand, his pupils were as crazy as a wild beast, as if he was about to choose someone to devour: "Wilbur Whateley... .....I finally remembered."
Wilbur Whateley's complexion changed drastically, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking.
"You're not... Wilbur Whateley at all."
Constantine swayed twice, staggered and regained his footing, with murderous intent in his fierce eyes: "The real Wilbur Whateley has long been occupied by you, and the angel imprisoned by you... .....His name is..."
"shut up!"
Wilbur Whateley was furious, let out a terrifying scream, smashed the ground and rushed towards Constantine, trying to prevent him from reciting the name: "Don't say that name, I won't let you Pronounce that name!!!"
"Let hell sing - the river of dead souls!"
Constantine straightened his chest, holding the bloody blade in both hands, and plunged it into the ground fiercely. He raised his blood-red eyes, and said word by word: "Remember this name firmly, because it will Put an end to your conspiracy and end all this disaster."
rumbling...
Under the bright red blade, countless dead souls crawled out of the ground.
One after another, completely unfamiliar faces, all carrying hatred and resentment towards the living, wobbled like puppets, surrounding Constantine, and bright red blood flowed like a fountain.
Swah——
A cold light flashed, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.
Relying on his superhuman physique, Wilbur twisted off Constantine's head abruptly, and then discarded it on the ground beside him.
has it ended?
It seems... not at all!
Wilbur's pupils narrowed slightly, and he found that Constantine was not dead.
The falling head was actually smiling strangely at him.
"Let's meet..."
Constantine didn't feel the pain at all, laughing like a crazy lunatic, his pupils were scarlet under the scattered blond hair, staring at Wilbur faintly, the cold air burst out from between his teeth: "My Zanpakutao——Death! River of souls!"