Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 261

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"Kurland Sword Friends Monastic Knights Association, all three hundred and forty people, Jin Ye!"

"The Knights of Karato Kabanuye, all one hundred and eighteen members, welcome!"

"The Knights of San Stefano, the Tuscan Legion, all two hundred and fifty-seven, welcome!"

Several paladins who were ready to go were reporting loudly to the figure in front of them.

White pointed hoods, obvious cross badges, and a series of costumes such as the eagle helmet indicate the identities of these people.

This is the church armed from different regions.

"it has started!"

Anderson looked at the power that belonged to the church not far away, and the figures of the soldiers holding high flags and weapons spoke slowly.

Now his mood is a little more complicated.

What can the transcendent do in this kind of war?

The armed forces hidden by the church all over the world have assembled, and behind him are all the members of the thirteenth division.

At this moment, his former proud disciple was being suspended by a helicopter from a podium in the air, shouting loudly:

"Kill all the heretics and monsters, that's what my teacher taught me..."

The new Archbishop Maxwell is mobilizing at the front.

Anderson frowned when he heard Maxwell's words. He was feeling sorry for his former disciple.

[What can a church leader who does not know mercy do? 】

Father Anderson thought suspiciously.

The church is the will of the Lord on earth, but it has become the weapon of the guy who holds the power.

He will not shy away from fighting for faith, but what is the point of fighting for unrighteous goals?

What Maxwell told Father Anderson was by no means all.

Father Anderson suspects that this is Maxwell's collaboration with the final brigade for power.

What is more persuasive than proclaiming the Gospel of the Lord than saving the world?

Apparently his disciple had long since embarked on a path that he would not allow.

"cut!"

Father Anderson gritted his teeth and clenched the cross on his chest.

You can also see signs of exertion on the hand holding the Bible.

The combat power present was not small. The Church had gathered 3,000 combatants from all over the world.

Each of them is a warrior of the Lord with a determination to dedicate everything to the faith.

They are not a militia organization like the Osiris Club, they are the regular army of the church when it fights monsters!

Each of them has a combat power above the top special forces. In the battle with monsters, they are constantly consumed and refilled.

Each of the three thousand people standing here now has the ability to defeat a small group of monsters alone.

They are all the power the Church is throwing at this war.

Those real elite powers are still hidden in the snow, perhaps the church feels that this power is enough to solve the problem.

It may also be that they don't have much confidence in Maxwell.

However, Father Anderson believes that Maxwell has a plan in his heart. After all, his ambition to become a "big man" will not allow him to allow himself to fail.

And all the news about the final brigade will be passed down after passing through Maxwell. This guy must know some secret information.

It's just that Father Anderson is still a little uneasy.

"Father Anderson, the task of your Thirteenth Section is to monitor the Integral of Helsing and keep an eye on their actions."

Maxwell held the microphone and arranged the task with a high attitude, and Father Anderson's dissatisfaction became more and more intense.

It's just that at this time, he still has a slight illusion, after all, Maxwell was his most proud disciple.

It's just that this tolerance is likely to be transformed into compassion that helps him liberate him in the near future.

"Respect the order of the Archbishop!"

Father Anderson accepted the order in a flat tone, and it just happened to suit his heart.

Blood Queen Nivi and Vampire Arcador are now under the control of the Hessin Agency, and Father Anderson wouldn't mind taking out these two monsters while monitoring them if given the chance.

He was ready, and even the holy flame on the palm of his hand that pressed the Bible began to burn.

It's just that he doesn't even want to mention the names of his former disciples now.

Father Anderson is more aware of the true power of the church than Maxwell, and only calling for angels to come is the real trump card.

Maxwell obviously didn't know this, or he knew it but didn't care.

But for Father Anderson it made little difference.

"Why do I wait for existence!?"

Father Anderson shouted with a low growl, and he turned to look at the priest-dressed companions behind him, his head bowed slightly.

The colleagues dressed up by these priests are incompatible with those Paladins, because they are the thirteenth division of "Betrayer"!

"I am the 'betrayer'! Judas the 'betrayer'!"

The assembled priests responded neatly to Father Anderson's inquiry. There was a frenzy in his tone.

For these priests, Father Anderson is the most conspicuous banner. They don't care how they are judged by other believers, just as Father Anderson never cares about what other people call him.

"What is your right hand holding, 'Betrayer'?"

Father Anderson showed his teeth, and his voice was as excited as he wanted to suppress his inner disapproval of Maxwell's actions.

For his colleagues in Section 13, Father Anderson is full of trust and pride.

"Knife and Poison!"

The priests started marching in unison, and they were about to go to their battlefield.

"What is your left hand holding, 'Betrayer'?"

Father Anderson watched his colleagues slowly walk past him, and continued to question urgently.

"Thirty silver coins and straw rope!"

When the priests responded to Father Anderson's questions, they all bowed their heads and said reverently.

Even the movement of clenching the cross on his chest is uniform.

"What are you 'betrayers'?"

Anderson did not wait for an answer this time, but sang loudly with his colleagues:

"We apostles are not apostles, believers are not believers, believers are not believers, and traitors are not traitors.

I am waiting for only one thing! Bend only to receive grace, only to bend over to punish the disobedient!

A dead man who wielded a short knife in the dark and poisoned his dinner!

I wait for the dead, the group of the dead! I'm waiting for the assassin 'Betrayer' Judas! When the time comes, throw thirty pieces of silver at the place of God and hang himself with a straw rope! "

Father Anderson turned around and walked among the priests' ranks, followed by his two disciples, heading to the front.

"Then I will go to **** in a group! I only wish to fight the 7,459,926 hungry ghosts in hell!"

There was a thunderous roar from the priest's team, and the rest of the paladins watched the priest from Section 13 take the lead without saying a word.

The short shout suppressed all the doubts in Father Anderson's heart. As long as there were enemies in front of him, he would only think about one thing.

That is from what angle the bayonet pierced into the hand can solve the target faster.

It is mentioned in the apocryphal "Messiah" that the 7,459,926 hungry ghosts are the number of angels who followed the angel of the morning star and betrayed them into hell.

They make up one third of all angels in total.

All the priests in the thirteenth division of "Betrayer" are only for the crusade against the enemies of God, and what the Lord hates is exactly what they have to deal with.

The priests of the thirteenth division were fully activated, and the remaining troops were waiting.

Waiting for the moment when the real horror of **** appears!

Maxwell is also waiting, waiting for the final battalion to arrive, and he needs a catastrophe to establish the glory of the church.

Everything is just waiting for the crazy actors to appear!

At the door of a church not far from the power of the church, the angel Gabriel, who had disappeared for a long time, looked at them with a serious face.

He felt that his fate was coming soon.

Gabriel spread out his wings silently, and the wings that had been torn off by Bourkessel had recovered inexplicably not long ago.

Even the tail end of the wings can see a hint of blue light radiating.

Gabriel shook the blond hair on his head, looking a little lonely.

All the people of the church are as devout as ever, but they are the victims who are walking on the path of injustice.

These people are not qualified to go to heaven.

God does not need luxurious clothes, but human beings do.

God needs man's faith, but it is God's mercy.

This is the truest thought of the angel.

Those whom God loves are not the thugs who tread injustice in his name, but the bearers who remain pure in the face of all suffering, and those who fight against danger and never indulge in the pleasure of violence.

God is the hope of redemption!

"The last brigade is on the move!"

Steve slams open the door of Integra's office, phone in hand, stating directly what he got from Nick Fury.

He just finished the call with Nick Fury, and the black-hearted guy passed the relevant information.

Compared to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Church, Hessin was undoubtedly a little slow in receiving news.

But there is still time, and it will take some time for the final brigade to reach London.

Nick Fury isn't calculating Hassing when it comes to human safety.

Behind Steve, Rumlow and Casillas stood shoulder to shoulder, holding half-empty wine bottles in their hands.

Casillas wobbled and didn't seem to be in great shape.

He was a mage not long ago and needed something to help him get used to who he is now.

Matthew groped with a mace, and the three barbarians who were here were ready to fight.

"Arcado!"

Integral just glanced at Steve and called out to Arkado directly. Now is not the time to chat with Steve, and there is no need to ask the source of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Fight for you at any time, my master."

Akado's figure passed through the wall and stood in front of Integura, with a weird smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to this war.

Butler Walter moved his fingers slightly, a few threads slid past him, and then he regained his composure.

The time that Death God Walter waited for is finally coming, he just needs to stay decent, wait for the right time, and then go to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

"Liberate the River of Blood when you feel the need! Now you are free to act."

Integura snuffed out the cigar in his hand and spoke slowly.

Although the time is short, it has not yet reached the point where Integura needs to give up elegance, and talking in a hurry will only make his image frizzy, and there is no point in other than that.

Although the United Kingdom was not fully prepared at this time, everything about this war had already been planned.

It is impossible to evacuate the residents. The city has a population of more than eight million, and it is impossible to complete the evacuation during this time.

Now they can only take refuge nearby, at least there are many facilities in London that can avoid the attack.

At this time, the British dignitary Peywood was sitting in the dispatch department and was passing news everywhere. When the war breaks out, this is the core command transmission center.

The M11's troops have also completed the construction of the defense line, just waiting for the appearance of the enemy.

Humanity will never stand still in the face of war! This is quite certain.

"As ordered."

Akado bowed and said with a smile, then squeezed his arm, raised his palm to his eyes, and looked at the few people at the door through his fingers.

His expression was a bit sarcastic, but he still restrained his state and did not release that gloomy aura. It doesn't seem like a good choice to liberate yourself from the shackles in this place.

He was looking forward to a feast of slaughter, but now even the hors d'oeuvres have not been served.

So he is in no hurry.

His standing body turned into a pool of blood, and then disappeared into the building.

Arcador was going to a place with a better view to wait for the feast to begin. The table of the ancestors of the vampires was this land.

Both Matthew and Rumlow are the opponents he expects, and the death of monsters at the hands of humans is the most appropriate fate.

As long as they can meet each other on the battlefield, Akado feels that this result is bound to come.

None of the human beings he valued favored him.

There is nothing better for him than this.

"What this vampire is after seems to be something you don't want to see?"

Rumlow said to Integura with a slightly drunk tone, and there was no need to ask questions implicitly at this time.

Besides Integura and Walter, it was Rumlow who knew the most about Arkado.

After all, he was the only one who would go to the basement and talk to that vampire these days.

Rumlow already had some speculation about the relationship between Arcador and Integura, but he did not intend to ask in this untimely situation.

On Rumlow's seemingly slightly drunk face, the pair of eyes were very clear.

What he wanted in the end was news about Hydra, and the last brigade was the best target for information.

Who would believe that the remnants of the Third Reich got ghosts and said they had no connection with Hydra?

I'm afraid they won't believe the result themselves.

As for Arcardo and Hessin, they are just like pawns in the war.

"Everyone of SHIELD is free to act, we have already agreed."

Integura did not intend to answer Rumlow's question, and directly bypassed the few people at the door and left the scene with Walter.

She is going to the headquarters now. Now that the war has kicked off, as a response party, she should also appear where she is needed.

The existence of vampires with abnormal longevity has an extraordinary allure for those greedy guys.

And the last brigade has the power to ignore the transformation conditions and directly create vampires, which is terrible.

Integura couldn't watch Pewood stand alone in the most important multi-central control room, so she was rushing to that location now.

She had prepared for the worst, but out of her trust in Arcador, she was still optimistic about the victory of the battle.

It's just that I can't bear the possible sacrifice.

Silas was leading a mercenary army elsewhere, Hessin's reserve force, which would go into battle when needed.

"The blade is gone, won't you contact Luke and Jessica?"

Steve asked Rumlow behind him, and picked up the shield.

As a veteran who retired from the battlefield, he is very aware of how powerless an individual is in front of a group if his strength is less than a certain level.

So he's worried about Luke and Jessica, who have no news yet.

Steve, who has felt the power of the barbarian, also feels that his worry may be a little unnecessary, but this is his habit.

Steve has never abandoned his teammates, and simple inquiries are his subconscious habit.

The Blade fighter had just left Helsing not long ago. He was fully recovered from his injuries and was coordinating forces at the SHIELD branch in London to face the next battle.

Blade's combat effectiveness is not that prominent when facing vampires, and it may be a better choice for him to lead the agents.

"The two of them had a bad date again, but they'll probably be happy on a date on the battlefield."

Matthew waved his mace twice as he spoke.

He didn't care much about Luke and Jessica.

If the enemy is just the kind of vampire soldier we saw before, Luke and the others don't need to worry about their safety at all.

It's just that Matthew always feels that the current situation is not right. After all, Bulkesso returned to the holy mountain directly after the loud roar. The people present did not know what happened.

"Then let's go too, try to find the headquarters of the last brigade, and complete a beautiful beheading!"

Steve nodded when he heard the words, and then walked straight out.

S.H.I.E.L.D. won't turn a blind eye in this war, which is Steve's trust in Nick Fury's old shadow.

As for the blood queen stranded in Haixin, she no longer needs attention, she will take action.

Nivi had already said that he would take revenge on the last brigade and then usher in death.

This is no longer worth worrying about.

After witnessing the existence of Bulkesso and Gu Yi, Nivi can no longer do boring things.

At this time, Hellboy was appearing in St. Paul's Cathedral with Constantine and Demio.

According to BPRD's long-term investigation, the last place where King Arthur was buried is here.

For this reason, the entire BPRD staff even gave up the protection of important people in the UK, and fully investigated the news of the Sword in the Stone. Nuancai Literature Network

Even now, they are still trying to analyze other possible positions, for which BPRD even gave up its role on the frontal battlefield.

Even the job of protecting the dignitaries has been entrusted to M11.

As a force for humans to fight monsters, M11 will not be easily defeated, at least it can be delayed until the arrival of support.

And now Hellboy and the others need to find the sword in the stone that accompanied King Arthur to the end in this place, and then complete the final blow to the Blood Queen.

However, on the innermost wall of the church, a tiny crack was emitting a white light.

Constantine was standing in front of the crack, scrutinizing it carefully.

His innate sense of danger is constantly reminding him that the big trouble he has always felt is inextricably linked to this crack.

Ever since Constantine returned to England, he had been feeling that ubiquitous sense of oppression until he personally saw the crack in front of him, and his sense of crisis had reached its peak.

Even the whole body was trembling slightly.

The complete soul has already affected his judgment, and he would not be depressed because of the emotion of "fear", who did not have this emotion at first.

But the ubiquitous sense of crisis made him not even in the mood to tell his usual bad jokes.

"Constantine! What are you looking at?"

Hellboy patted Constantine on the shoulder a little irritably, looking for the sword in the stone has consumed a lot of his energy and time.

Every time BPRD found a possible message, they rushed to the scene non-stop, but all previous explorations had failed.

For this big guy with demon blood, this process is not very pleasant.

St Paul's Cathedral was the most likely location in the findings.

"I'm looking at this crack, and I'm having a hard time understanding the power on it."

Constantine frowned and passed the cigarette **** in his hand through the crack in front of him. When he got the cigarette **** back, the burning cigarette had been extinguished.

The front end of the cigarette is as cold as it has been for a long time, the cigarette paper at the front has turned yellow, and the end near the hand is still white.

For Constantine, a guy who has experienced many storms, he can distinguish any form of power that exists.

But this time he saw something completely beyond his comprehension.

So his face was very ugly.

The existence of the power of time is something that does not need to be disputed, but the power of feeling time in person is still very dangerous for Constantine.

"Is this the time?"

Constantine said in a skeptical tone, and at this moment he could only use time to explain what was happening in front of him.

Then he took a piece of charcoal from his pocket and began to draw around the crack.

Although he didn't think he could solve the problem, it was better to try than to do nothing.

When he faced this crack, he could feel that his scalp was itching, and the pressure made him try to control his body to complete the delicate drawing work this time.

"What time? We don't have much time!"

Hellboy leaned down and glanced at the crack, but he couldn't see anything in the dazzling light.

Vaguely he saw a head with a ... expression on the opposite side.

Hellboy was interrupted by Constantine before he could tell what he had just seen.

"Don't get so close, no one knows what will be on the other side!"

Constantine turned his head and glanced at Hellboy, and then saw a weird guy with a huge head in a black suit not far behind Hellboy.

At that moment, Konstantin's hair stood on end, facing that kind of strange existence, the fear of this emotion was unprecedentedly high.

"what is that!"

Constantine was very disturbed and exclaimed!

"what? What?"

Hellboy turned his head and glanced at Constantine, a little puzzled. He couldn't understand why Constantine, who had always been a fool, would make such a sound like being trampled on his tail.

Hellboy's tail slapped the ground irritably.

"Have you ever seen the E.T aliens? It's the kind of guy with a head in a black suit! Right there! Behind you!"

Constantine directly stretched out his hand to break the sawn-off horn on Hellboy's head, causing Hellboy to turn his head completely.

That is to say, Hellboy didn't deliberately resist Constantine's power, otherwise Constantine, who was weak, couldn't break Hellboy's neck that was roughly as thick as his head.

"I'm X! This XX is more terrifying than you describe!"

Hellboy's eyes widened the moment he saw the monster, then turned his head to look at Constantine.

Then he was lost.

"What? What are you holding on to my horn? If you like me, I can saw it off for you next time, and let me go now!"

Hellboy said with some dissatisfaction.

He knew that the demon's horns would be a good material for the psychic to cast, but he couldn't accept others grabbing the horns on his head.

Following Hellboy's repeated questions, Constantine's pupils widened for a moment.

With this little bit of anomaly, he understood what kind of power the strange monster had.

He often deals with demons and angels, and his analysis of strange abilities is top-notch.

"This is it!"

Constantine laboriously smashed Hellboy's head again, and this time he even stood up to make Hellboy turn his head.

"I X! This is too outrageous!"

"Don't look back!"

Constantine shouted, using all his strength to make Hellboy continue to look directly at the monster.

As long as you leave your sight, you will lose your memory of that monster.

Constantine already understood this.

"Dude! What are you guys playing?"

Demio looked at the two people who were entangled with a headache.

He looked at Hellboy and Constantine's horrified eyes a little strangely, these two guys are not joking at this time.

Although he was reluctant to do everything with Constantine, M11 had no extra manpower to take over the job.

So he followed Constantine's line of sight.

"E·T is real! I knew it!"

Demio exclaimed for the first time.

Although he is always facing all kinds of monsters, this is the first time he has seen aliens.

Although he has always been suspicious, after all, demons and vampires exist, so the existence of aliens does not seem to be impossible.

Then he turned and roared at Constantine and Hellboy.

There are even some traces of man-eating tigers on his body.

The man-eating tiger is a cat, so he is really fried.

But the moment he turned his head, he forgot everything he had seen before.

The monster's name is "Silence"!

Everyone can only remember everything about him when they see him, but as long as they look away, this guy will simply disappear from memory.

This seems to be some kind of rule, but no one has been able to come up with a solution until now.

"what to do!"

Hellboy had already drawn out the pistol on his waist and pointed it at the silence.

And Constantine's eyes widened and he pressed down on Hellboy's arm.

He had a little idea other than attacking.

However, because of his actions, Hellboy turned his head again, and all the memories of silence disappeared from Hellboy's mind again.

"What? Why did I draw a gun!?"

Hellboy directly pulled his arm back from Constantine's hand, then looked at the special firearm in his hand inexplicably, and his tail slapped the ground restlessly.

Constantine witnessed the power of silence again, and chose to stare at the silent monster.

Now that he understands the power of silence, the next thing Constantine is best at is the word technique.

"Who are you?"

Constantine asked urgently.

Yet the silence remained silent.

Silent, like his name, barely speaks and makes no sound.

But when they speak, they can form an eerie control, akin to hypnotism or bewitching.

To avoid some bad situations, the Silences have all learned to be silent.

His existence is a secret in itself.

Constantine stared at Silent's dark and huge eyes, waiting for an answer.

"boom!"

On one side, Demio was not held by Constantine's arm. Facing an unknown threat, he shot at the first time!

As a professional soldier, he won't let the enemy out of his sight several times like Hellboy.

So after frying his hair, the moment he turned his head, he immediately remembered what happened before!

Just as Silent raised his arm towards him, the gun in his hand opened fire directly.

The existence of silence can release a current-like existence from the hand, which is enough to easily kill any ordinary life.

Demio's early shot allowed him to temporarily escape the curse of Constantine's teammates, which is worth celebrating.

"What did you do!?"

Constantine yelled at Demio, but he looked away so he forgot all about the silence.

"what?"

Demio also turned his eyes away because of Constantine's shout, and at the moment after solving the threat, he relaxed, so he was turned away by the subconscious action.

So now no one knows what just happened.

Now it was Demio's turn to stare at the still smoking barrel.

"What did I just do?"

Demio was very puzzled with the gun, but the people present had completely lost their memory of silence.

"I mean, stay away from this crack, I try to cover it up with magic."

Constantine shook his head. He always felt that something bad had happened to him before, but no matter how he thought about it, he found nothing.

So you can only focus on the cracks in front of you.

He also started to draw the magic circle under his hand.

"Is the sword in the stone really in this place? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it can hide something in St. Paul's Cathedral."

Demio was a little skeptical of BPRD's findings, and then focused his eyes on the crack.

As a well-known attraction, St. Paul's Cathedral, even if there are hidden objects in it, should have been discovered long ago.

"You said that I'm a descendant of King Arthur, right, so will the other side of this crack be where the Sword in the Stone is hidden. Just like in the comics, only qualified people can open the door to the sealed treasure? "

Hellboy no longer thought about why he drew his gun, and put the special pistol back in the holster and said.

He was pretty sure that the crack in front of him didn't exist in St. Paul's Cathedral before that.

"Let's read less comics, Anu! According to my experience, behind such treasures that "require qualifications", there are big ambitious demons!"

Constantine's speed of drawing the magic circle sped up a bit, and by the way, he demeaned Hellboy's hobby of reading comics.

Incidentally, he also called out the name of Hellboy.

"Then tell me where the Sword in the Stone is!"

Hellboy said with some dissatisfaction, he was not very interested in the name "Anu En Rama".

Constantine's actions were a little too cautious. Hellboy, a brain no bigger than a walnut, was shaking violently, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"The legend of King Arthur is the field of occultism, and occultism must be treated with caution!"

The magic circle on Constantine's hand was drawn, and then he roared loudly at Hellboy.

Then a tall figure with short blond hair in a mess came in outside St. Paul's Cathedral, holding a wooden sign in his hand.

The wooden sign reads "End of the World" in large characters.

"I wonder if you can't ask a professional to ask?"

It was Rorschach who was thrown in London by Bourkessel. He had already asked Gu Yi about the previous blood queen.

For this guy who is obsessed with truth and justice, Master Gu Yi has no intention of hiding.

Because no one could say whether Rorschach would use his usual means to question the mages in the residence, those little mages did not have the power to go against Rorschach's will.

In order to make his apprentice less guilty, Mage Gu Yi not long ago even told Rorschach, the out-and-out conspiracy theorist, the location of the Sword in the Stone.

"I hate the three words 'I think about'!"

Constantine yelled angrily at Rorschach who had just come over when he heard "I'm thinking", and then watched Rorschach congeal the Ancestral Hammer and directly smashed the floor in the center of St. Paul's Cathedral. .

"But, I don't hate you!"

Constantine maintained a high-pitched tone, and then persuaded.

Although he had never seen Rorschach, he was impressed by the Ancestral Hammer skill.

At that time, the scene when Mammon and Satan were sent down by Bourkesso as a hammer handle, Constantine felt that he would never forget it in his life.

What I can't forget together is the phrase "I think about it".

"Hellboy, come here! The Sword in the Stone is below."

Rorschach frowned and called out to Hellboy.

For this half-human, half-demon guy, he has no good feelings, and even has some hostility.

But Master Gu Yi had already told him not to do anything to Hellboy, in order not to disturb the doomed ending of Nivi.

Rorschach pursues the truth, and after knowing the truth, he may be obsessed with making the truth public.

But he wouldn't spread the incomplete "truth" to fool others.

So he is also waiting for that moment to come.

"Constantin, you didn't tell us that you have such a friend."

Demio whispered to Constantine.

The strength that Rorschach showed before made Demio a little in awe, and breaking the floor was a bit unimaginable for a big cat.

"This is not my friend, but it doesn't matter."

Constantine urged Hellboy with a smile.

Now that there are barbarians here, then he has the confidence.

After all, Bourkessel was the thickest thigh he had ever known.

Then Constantine turned his head and started muttering the spell, as he was about to complete the last step of the magic.

This time it wasn't magic from **** or heaven, but the kind of power from a voodoo.

witchcraft!

The upper limit of witchcraft is not low at all. There is still a guy who calls himself Doctor Voodoo on the earth, and his attainments in witchcraft are even comparable to the ancient one before he became the Supreme Mage.

Constantine took out all kinds of disgusting things from his pocket and stirred them in a jar. The stench was unacceptable.

As he stirred, a faint green light began to emit from the jar. As long as these things were poured on the magic circle in front of him, he could complete this sorcery.

Two-way isolation, any existence whose mysterious strength is lower than the level of the big devil will find it difficult to find the existence here.

This is one of Constantine's techniques for pressing the bottom of the box.

Anyway, no one knows how much inventory is under Constantine's "box", but if his "box" has a ready-made image, it may be pyramid-shaped.

Hellboy glanced at Rorschach with a look of obvious rejection, gave up the idea of ​​handing him a chocolate bar, and took out a cigar with his hand in his pocket.

Originally, he still had a good impression of Rorschach, but now it's gone.

Demio stood not far behind Constantine, keeping a distance.

This is how he seeks safety, he is not the half-demon of Hellboy, his life is not hard at all.

So staying away from Constantine a little is obviously a good way to protect yourself.

"what are you waiting for?"

Rorschach said with some dissatisfaction~www.mtlnovel.com~ This time he did not wear his own mask, so the expression of dissatisfaction does not require others to guess from the changing mask patterns.

He almost wrote the words "I'm upset" on his face.

"Okay, jump down, okay?"

Hellboy jumped down with a cigar in his mouth, and then saw the skeleton covered with spider silk and dust turned into ashes in an instant.

Directly opposite the seat of the skeleton, a sword inserted in a stone was placed in front of him.

Rorschach glanced at Constantine and Demio, and jumped down.

He has an extraordinary stubbornness towards "truth".

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