In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1497: C: Twilight event (3)

"John Constantine..."

Cain speaks English with a very peculiar intonation, each word exudes a strange fluctuation, the voice seems to come from an extremely distant space, and each sentence has echoes that ordinary people cannot understand.

He paced around Konstantin, his handsome face that would have fallen in the shadows, Cain continued.

"You followed the footsteps of St. William to find my tomb, and took the holy blood from my little pool of blood. This is a gift that none of my devout believers have."

"So how do you want me to repay your gift? To sleep with you?"

Cain's face was slightly startled, but he quickly returned to normal, turned his back to Constantine, but turned his head slightly to look at him and said, "Tell me, how is the current magic world?"

"Magic world? There is no magic world anymore." Constantine said in a mocking tone: "It's a coincidence that you came back. The demons finally couldn't help harvesting their believers. They collectively broke the contract and took back Lend the power of the magician, if you want to rule the world, do it now."

"No, I'm not that stupid. I know that my enemies are not demons, but angels. They never give up the idea of ​​destroying me." Cain continued in that strange tone.

"You want me to help you deal with the church?" Constantine sneered and said, "You don't really think that my reputation is better than yours, do you? If you can't get in, you will be beaten if you even show up at the door."

"That's because you owe the angels too much, and they owe me."

"Let's not talk about old accounts, let's talk about business." Constantine sat cross-legged on the ground, curling his lips indifferently.

The next second, he was grabbed by a pair of **** hands. Scarlet Queen Mary stretched out her hand towards him, and pressed him against the wall with her claws condensed by magic, strangling her neck tightly.

Konstantin struggled instinctively, and Mary floated in front of him and said to him: "Listen to the master, you **** stray dog!"

"Put him down, Mary." Cain smiled, staring into Constantine's eyes and said, "He is as pure as a newborn baby now, and I have never seen such purity in any human being." An innocent soul."

Konstantin was put down. He lay on the ground and coughed twice, clutching his chest. With some difficulty, he got up, his back pressed against the wall, because Cain had already walked in front of him.

"Your act of invading my tomb for no reason really angered me. When I followed the breath of blood to trace your location, I discovered the strangeness of your soul——that pure breath awakened you. My desire for blood, I have already discarded the dirty and unclean blood of ordinary human beings like shoes."

"You want to **** my blood?"

Constantine showed a slightly crazy smile. He opened his arms, turned his neck to one side, and said, "Come on, Your Majesty Cain."

"You are very witty." Cain grabbed Constantine's chin with one hand and forced him to look at him, staring into Constantine's eyes with those bright red blood children covered with mysterious lines.

"Adam and Eve were in charge of the day and night of the Garden of Yinden respectively, and when Abel's pure blood flowed in front of me, I and my children and grandchildren will always have the **** twilight of the Garden of Yinden, from then on we can drink Be as pure as possible and become a great power.”

Cain's voice was getting closer, and when his fangs were close to Constantine's neck, he heard Constantine whispering in his ear: "Kill me, and I will return to my By the side of the Lord, eternally pure...uh!"

The sharp fangs pierced Constantine's neck, and as the blood flowed out, Cain's voice became clearer and clearer.

"God will not save you, sinner, he will only expel you, and fall into the punishment of sin and fire for eternity, but I appreciate your piety, because it will make your death more sweet."

With the loss of blood, Constantine's eyes gradually lost their luster. Cain showed a smile of enjoyment, but the smile on Constantine's face was worse than his.

The hand holding the wall fell down weakly, and the second before Constantine lost his last vitality, his voice echoed in the dim room.

"You will eventually know that the wicked have a savior for the wicked..."

"He's dead." Lilith's voice sounded in Red Robin's mind, and then her tone was filled with curiosity: "Is that what you're looking at? A boy?"

"Something's wrong." Red Robin said, frowning. "Woe to everyone who thinks Constantine is easy to deal with."

"I know a little about the Dark Justice League—there is no one in this world that Constantine dare not use. He is best at using other people's emotions to drive them to do things for him, including enemies and his friends, or in other words, He is better at using friends."

"Do you think he has a plan? Then what do those words he said before he died mean?" Lilith asked as if chatting.

"Konstantin doesn't believe in God." Red Robin shook his head and said, "I'm sure he would cheat God if given the chance."

Then he frowned and repeated Constantine's last sentence: "'The wicked have a savior for the wicked'... I guess, he may want to use someone who will come to save him."

"Constantine once said to Jim that a friend of his had paid his debts and saved him, and since this friend was willing to pay such a high price, it would be impossible to watch him die again."

Red Robin suddenly raised his eyes and said, "Konstantin bet that he will save him, avenge him, and... kill Cain for him."

Hell, in Azazel's palace, Schiller and Azazel are sitting face to face on the long table in hell, drinking and chatting, while Red Hood is sitting on the seat next to him reading a book.

"Your strategy is very effective." There was joy in Azazel's tone, he took a sip of the **** wine, and then said: "All the demons who borrowed power broke the contract at the same time, and the magic world fell into chaos The regiment, our painstaking management for many years has not been in vain, and those stupid mages have long been inseparable from our strength."

Suddenly, the black mist around Azazel dissipated, but what appeared in it was not the demon image with horns on its head that is common in hell. Different, Azazel is a standard human form, with blond hair and blue eyes, a handsome face, and a pair of huge black wings behind him.

"Seraphim Azazel—the guardian of heaven, the scapegoat who suffered for the Lord." Schiller said to Azazel with a smile.

"It's all old calendars." Azazel said coldly.

Schiller was about to say something, but Azazel saw his expression change. Then, the smile on Schiller's face disappeared, and changed into a slightly surprised expression.

"...Bold and reckless." Schiller whispered with some sighs, Azazel didn't know who he was evaluating.

Schiller stood up from his seat and turned his head to look out of the window of the Demon Palace. Suddenly, two entangled souls flew from the window to Schiller's hand. A pure white spot of light.

Azazel's six huge wings spread out at once, and he soared into the air, flying into the midair above the throne. He glared at Schiller and roared.

"You're an angel?! You lied to me!

! "

"Konstantin..." Schiller read out the name of the soul, and he took a deep breath, seemingly unbelievable.

Azazel in midair was also silent. A few seconds later, he folded his wings and landed on the ground. Seeing the light spot in Schiller's hand, he asked in surprise:

"You became the Lord of Constantine? How did you do it? This cunning human once played all hell!"

"This is my private matter, Your Majesty Azazel."

When Schiller looked at Azazel, Azazel cursed in a low voice: "Where did Lucifer find another fallen angel?!"

"How on earth did you get Constantine's soul?" Azazel asked again.

"Heaven and **** can't get his soul, because you don't really want to save him. I suffered for him and became his master."

"I am indeed an angel, and after one of his daring offenses, another me signed a contract with him... I have some private matters to deal with, Your Majesty Azazel, so I will leave first."

Azazel snorted coldly, but said before Schiller left the throne room: "Be careful Gabriel, he once made a great vow to judge all fallen people. Although it is stupid, it is very annoying."

Schiller paused, but still said: "Thank you for your reminder, Your Majesty."

In the Forgotten Bookstore, the red hood covered his head and woke up confusedly. He found himself lying on the table with an empty wine glass in front of him.

"Is this a dream?" Red Hood asked hoarsely.

Suddenly, he saw a cup of hot water in one hand placed in front of him, the red hood raised his head, and met a pair of barren gray eyes, he broke out in a cold sweat almost immediately.

"Drink it." Schiller's tone was very gentle. He looked at the red hood and said, "I'm afraid you will have to study by yourself for a while, because I have to occupy this body to deal with some private matters."

Red Hood picked up the wine glass with slightly trembling fingers, took a sip of water mechanically, he couldn't look away from Schiller's slightly unfocused eyes, but he still put down the wine glass and said, "You... Not that professor?"

"That's understandable." Schiller said with a smile.

After speaking, he wanted to turn around and go upstairs, but Red Hood stood up and stopped him, asking, "What are you going to do?"

Schiller pressed his hand on the button of his suit, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Someone killed my lamb, and I have to go get his blood back."

"Can I go with you?" Red Hood took a deep breath and continued, "I haven't finished my class yet."

"I'm afraid this is not something you want to learn."

"But I can take a look."

"If you don't feel dizzy, come on, but wait for me here, I'll go change."

Red Hood stood by the stairs. He watched Schiller walk into the bedroom door. Not long after, he changed into a dark red three-piece prince suit and walked down while buttoning his suit. stairs.

Red Hood had already reached the door, he turned to look at Schiller and asked, "Where are we going?"

But Schiller shook his head. He walked to the table by the window and sat down again, then pointed to the seat opposite and said, "Sit down, we have to go to **** again."

The red hood felt a little puzzled, but he did as he did, and soon the figures of the two appeared in Azazel's palace again, and Azazel frowned and stared at the reappearing Schiller.

"Why don't you seem to be..."

"Your Majesty Azazel." Schiller interrupted him with a raised tone, and continued: "Let's make a fair deal. You tell me where the person who killed John Constantine is, and I will give You pay."

Azazel showed an expression of interest, and he said: "I don't think you will have a reward that will satisfy me..."

"The reward is Constantine."

Schiller walked up to Azazel without haste ~IndoMTL.com~ When he met those barren gray eyes, Azazel took the lead to look away.

Schiller's hand opened again, he stared at the soul light spot emitting strong fear fluctuations with his somewhat lax gray eyes, and pulled out one of the intertwined twin light spots with his other hand, Sent to Azazel.

"You, all demon kings, Constantine whom all **** and heaven long for—this human being who has played tricks on you, will fall into your hands."

Azazel listened to the tragic cry of Constantine's soul, and then looked at Schiller's desolate gray eyes. He suppressed his heart, took half a step back, and said indifferently: "Everyone has their own The Savior of men, he is your Lamb."

"Yes." Schiller lowered his eyes again. There was no anger on his expression, but a slightly mocking helplessness. He looked at the soul light that was begging and screaming in the palm of his hand and said.

"But just like he played with you countless times, this self-righteous lamb wants to use me."

"I'll go get his blood back, because it's mine, but I hope that you and all the demons in **** who hate him will teach him a lesson that satisfies me. As long as the soul is intact, **** should do its best." Treat him as much as you can...this is the price of purity."

Azazel took a meaningful look at Schiller, turned around and walked back to the throne. He sat down on the throne, leaning on the armrest with both hands, listening to the screams from the soul light spot.

"No, no... Schiller!

No!

!

! "

Azazel's extremely excited voice echoed in the palace.

"The deal is done, Cain...killed your lamb."