Chapter 553: Fangs of John Constantine
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Chapter 553: Fangs of John Constantine
Battle! Battle! Battle!
In order to fight for a woman, the two men exploded in this dark and bloody factory. The blood mixed with minced meat scattered, and the dull sound of fists hitting flesh was mixed with the screams of men from time to time.
Although it was a battle, in fact, it was a one-sided fight.
In the face of the completely enraged Wilbur, whether it was strength, speed, or all kinds of strange methods, Constantine, who was completely a novice, almost had no power to fight back, and could only let the other side abuse and slaughter.
Over and over again, dismembering, crushing, and killing.
As long as anyone in the world appeared, the extreme punishment that humans imagined could be done was all over his body.
Wilbur vented all the resentment and jealousy in his heart on this man until he completely tore Constantine up. Only then did he let out a furious roar towards the sky, like a wild beast in a bloodthirsty state.
Large patches of bright red blood seeped into the ground. Countless fingernail-sized pieces of flesh floated down like snowflakes in every corner. There were even broken organs that had been discarded. No one could tell that this disgusting pile of things was actually Constantine.
Huchi. Huchi. Huchi.
After venting, Wilbur calmed down a little and stared ahead, panting.
Of course, the main reason why he calmed down was because he found that this bastard Constantine really did not die. No matter what method he used to kill Constantine, this bastard would reappear in the next second!
"He's revived again."
Wilbur's eyes were gloomy, and his teeth were almost crushed. It could be seen how much he hated Constantine.
Pitter-patter ---
A blond man with a decadent expression walked out of the countless ghosts with firm and heavy steps. His eyes were full of hard-to-hide fatigue and numbness.
"Huh?"
Wilbur narrowed his eyes and suddenly found something strange.
The flowing river of blood had dried up at some point in time, and the large number of vengeful spirits had unknowingly decreased by a lot. There were only about a dozen left.
A guess about Constantine quietly appeared in his mind.
"F*ck!"
After enduring the terrible torture, Constantine's spirit was on the verge of collapse, but he still raised his middle finger at Wilbur and provoked him. "Come on, you son of a bitch. I have nothing else but a tough life. Kill me!"
"Don't try to provoke me, John Constantine." At this moment, Wilbur had calmed down. He looked at him coldly and said, "The game is over. I have seen through your clumsy and funny tricks."
Constantine was stunned. Although he did not say anything, panic flashed in his eyes.
The flash of panic was seen by Wilbur, and it confirmed his guess. "If my guess is correct, the reason why you can revive again and again is because those vengeful spirits have replaced you, right?"
Constantine's eyes flickered and his lips moved as he was about to retort, but he was interrupted again.
"Let me tell you a desperate truth."
Wilbur slowly spread his arms and smiled confidently. "That man won't come. He was trapped by four weeping angels. I don't know which time he was thrown into."
"Then I will tell you something."
Constantine slowly raised his head and said word by word, "I let you kill him so many times, not just to wait for him to come over."
"What?"
Wilbur was slightly stunned, and then laughed mockingly. "Constantine, you are really an idiot. Are you still going to lie to me?"
"Wilbur, since you are proficient in dark magic, it should be impossible for you to not know the Killing Spell series, right?" At this moment, Constantine finally revealed his fangs. His pupils were like a beast that could devour people, flashing with red light. "As long as I use my own life as a sacrifice, I can return the killing spell of the user several times."
Wilbur's expression suddenly changed, and he recalled this kind of killing spell.
As long as the caster engraved an incantation on his body, he would be able to cause the person who harmed the caster to suffer several times the rebound of the curse. Among the many black magic, it was also considered a very extreme and terrifying magic!
"Hey ---Wilbur!"
Constantine revealed a set of white teeth. He tore open his clothes, revealing the skin that was engraved with bright red runes. His eyes emitted a cold chill. He chuckled for a lifetime and grinned, "Do you remember how many times you have killed me?"
Wilbur's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran down his spine.
"Let me tell you the answer."
Constantine smiled very happily, even faintly gloating. "It's a total of seventy-two times. In other words, you need to bear the rebound of the curse that is three hundred and sixty times stronger than mine!"
"Wait! Wait!"
Wilbur was really panicked. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He shouted in horror, "Don't forget that if you dare to kill me, you will suffer the corresponding pain. You are just a human, and I am just a clone. There is no need to die with me!"
"Then let's try."
Constantine said coldly, "Let's see who can bear it!"
"No! No!"
"Devour my own blood and devour my flesh."
Constantine chanted an incantation and stabbed the blood-red sword blade into his heart. He shouted, "In the name of Cain, I swear that anyone who hurts my body will suffer five times the pain and shall not rest til' death!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
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Chapter 553: Fangs of John Constantine
Battle! Battle! Battle!
In order to fight for a woman, the two men exploded in this dark and bloody factory. The blood mixed with minced meat scattered, and the dull sound of fists hitting flesh was mixed with the screams of men from time to time.
Although it was a battle, in fact, it was a one-sided fight.
In the face of the completely enraged Wilbur, whether it was strength, speed, or all kinds of strange methods, Constantine, who was completely a novice, almost had no power to fight back, and could only let the other side abuse and slaughter.
Over and over again, dismembering, crushing, and killing.
As long as anyone in the world appeared, the extreme punishment that humans imagined could be done was all over his body.
Wilbur vented all the resentment and jealousy in his heart on this man until he completely tore Constantine up. Only then did he let out a furious roar towards the sky, like a wild beast in a bloodthirsty state.
Large patches of bright red blood seeped into the ground. Countless fingernail-sized pieces of flesh floated down like snowflakes in every corner. There were even broken organs that had been discarded. No one could tell that this disgusting pile of things was actually Constantine.
Huchi. Huchi. Huchi.
After venting, Wilbur calmed down a little and stared ahead, panting.
Of course, the main reason why he calmed down was because he found that this bastard Constantine really did not die. No matter what method he used to kill Constantine, this bastard would reappear in the next second!
"He's revived again."
Wilbur's eyes were gloomy, and his teeth were almost crushed. It could be seen how much he hated Constantine.
Pitter-patter ---
A blond man with a decadent expression walked out of the countless ghosts with firm and heavy steps. His eyes were full of hard-to-hide fatigue and numbness.
"Huh?"
Wilbur narrowed his eyes and suddenly found something strange.
The flowing river of blood had dried up at some point in time, and the large number of vengeful spirits had unknowingly decreased by a lot. There were only about a dozen left.
A guess about Constantine quietly appeared in his mind.
"F*ck!"
After enduring the terrible torture, Constantine's spirit was on the verge of collapse, but he still raised his middle finger at Wilbur and provoked him. "Come on, you son of a bitch. I have nothing else but a tough life. Kill me!"
"Don't try to provoke me, John Constantine." At this moment, Wilbur had calmed down. He looked at him coldly and said, "The game is over. I have seen through your clumsy and funny tricks."
Constantine was stunned. Although he did not say anything, panic flashed in his eyes.
The flash of panic was seen by Wilbur, and it confirmed his guess. "If my guess is correct, the reason why you can revive again and again is because those vengeful spirits have replaced you, right?"
Constantine's eyes flickered and his lips moved as he was about to retort, but he was interrupted again.
"Let me tell you a desperate truth."
Wilbur slowly spread his arms and smiled confidently. "That man won't come. He was trapped by four weeping angels. I don't know which time he was thrown into."
"Then I will tell you something."
Constantine slowly raised his head and said word by word, "I let you kill him so many times, not just to wait for him to come over."
"What?"
Wilbur was slightly stunned, and then laughed mockingly. "Constantine, you are really an idiot. Are you still going to lie to me?"
"Wilbur, since you are proficient in dark magic, it should be impossible for you to not know the Killing Spell series, right?" At this moment, Constantine finally revealed his fangs. His pupils were like a beast that could devour people, flashing with red light. "As long as I use my own life as a sacrifice, I can return the killing spell of the user several times."
Wilbur's expression suddenly changed, and he recalled this kind of killing spell.
As long as the caster engraved an incantation on his body, he would be able to cause the person who harmed the caster to suffer several times the rebound of the curse. Among the many black magic, it was also considered a very extreme and terrifying magic!
"Hey ---Wilbur!"
Constantine revealed a set of white teeth. He tore open his clothes, revealing the skin that was engraved with bright red runes. His eyes emitted a cold chill. He chuckled for a lifetime and grinned, "Do you remember how many times you have killed me?"
Wilbur's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran down his spine.
"Let me tell you the answer."
Constantine smiled very happily, even faintly gloating. "It's a total of seventy-two times. In other words, you need to bear the rebound of the curse that is three hundred and sixty times stronger than mine!"
"Wait! Wait!"
Wilbur was really panicked. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He shouted in horror, "Don't forget that if you dare to kill me, you will suffer the corresponding pain. You are just a human, and I am just a clone. There is no need to die with me!"
"Then let's try."
Constantine said coldly, "Let's see who can bear it!"
"No! No!"
"Devour my own blood and devour my flesh."
Constantine chanted an incantation and stabbed the blood-red sword blade into his heart. He shouted, "In the name of Cain, I swear that anyone who hurts my body will suffer five times the pain and shall not rest til' death!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
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Chapter 553: Fangs of John Constantine Battle! Battle! Battle! In order to fight for a woman, the two men exploded in this dark and bloody factory. The blood mixed with minced meat scattered, and the dull sound of fists hitting flesh was mixed with the screams of men from time to time. Although it was a battle, in fact, it was a one-sided fight. In the face of the completely enraged Wilbur, whether it was strength, speed, or all kinds of strange methods, Constantine, who was completely a novice, almost had no power to fight back, and could only let the other side abuse and slaughter. Over and over again, dismembering, crushing, and killing. As long as anyone in the world appeared, the extreme punishment that humans imagined could be done was all over his body. Wilbur vented all the resentment and jealousy in his heart on this man until he completely tore Constantine up. Only then did he let out a furious roar towards the sky, like a wild beast in a bloodthirsty state. Large patches of bright red blood seeped into the ground. Countless fingernail-sized pieces of flesh floated down like snowflakes in every corner. There were even broken organs that had been discarded. No one could tell that this disgusting pile of things was actually Constantine. Huchi. Huchi. Huchi. After venting, Wilbur calmed down a little and stared ahead, panting. Of course, the main reason why he calmed down was because he found that this bastard Constantine really did not die. No matter what method he used to kill Constantine, this bastard would reappear in the next second! "He's revived again." Wilbur's eyes were gloomy, and his teeth were almost crushed. It could be seen how much he hated Constantine. Pitter-patter --- A blond man with a decadent expression walked out of the countless ghosts with firm and heavy steps. His eyes were full of hard-to-hide fatigue and numbness. "Huh?" Wilbur narrowed his eyes and suddenly found something strange. The flowing river of blood had dried up at some point in time, and the large number of vengeful spirits had unknowingly decreased by a lot. There were only about a dozen left. A guess about Constantine quietly appeared in his mind. "F*ck!" After enduring the terrible torture, Constantine's spirit was on the verge of collapse, but he still raised his middle finger at Wilbur and provoked him. "Come on, you son of a bitch. I have nothing else but a tough life. Kill me!" "Don't try to provoke me, John Constantine." At this moment, Wilbur had calmed down. He looked at him coldly and said, "The game is over. I have seen through your clumsy and funny tricks." Constantine was stunned. Although he did not say anything, panic flashed in his eyes. The flash of panic was seen by Wilbur, and it confirmed his guess. "If my guess is correct, the reason why you can revive again and again is because those vengeful spirits have replaced you, right?" Constantine's eyes flickered and his lips moved as he was about to retort, but he was interrupted again. "Let me tell you a desperate truth." Wilbur slowly spread his arms and smiled confidently. "That man won't come. He was trapped by four weeping angels. I don't know which time he was thrown into." "Then I will tell you something." Constantine slowly raised his head and said word by word, "I let you kill him so many times, not just to wait for him to come over." "What?" Wilbur was slightly stunned, and then laughed mockingly. "Constantine, you are really an idiot. Are you still going to lie to me?" "Wilbur, since you are proficient in dark magic, it should be impossible for you to not know the Killing Spell series, right?" At this moment, Constantine finally revealed his fangs. His pupils were like a beast that could devour people, flashing with red light. "As long as I use my own life as a sacrifice, I can return the killing spell of the user several times." Wilbur's expression suddenly changed, and he recalled this kind of killing spell. As long as the caster engraved an incantation on his body, he would be able to cause the person who harmed the caster to suffer several times the rebound of the curse. Among the many black magic, it was also considered a very extreme and terrifying magic! "Hey ---Wilbur!" Constantine revealed a set of white teeth. He tore open his clothes, revealing the skin that was engraved with bright red runes. His eyes emitted a cold chill. He chuckled for a lifetime and grinned, "Do you remember how many times you have killed me?" Wilbur's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran down his spine. "Let me tell you the answer." Constantine smiled very happily, even faintly gloating. "It's a total of seventy-two times. In other words, you need to bear the rebound of the curse that is three hundred and sixty times stronger than mine!" "Wait! Wait!" Wilbur was really panicked. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He shouted in horror, "Don't forget that if you dare to kill me, you will suffer the corresponding pain. You are just a human, and I am just a clone. There is no need to die with me!" "Then let's try." Constantine said coldly, "Let's see who can bear it!" "No! No!" "Devour my own blood and devour my flesh." Constantine chanted an incantation and stabbed the blood-red sword blade into his heart. He shouted, "In the name of Cain, I swear that anyone who hurts my body will suffer five times the pain and shall not rest til' death!" "Ah!" "Ah!" ... ... ...
