Chapter 554: Kyrie Eleison
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Chapter 554: Kyrie Eleison
It was Cain's Curse!
The asylum given by God to Cain was originally just an ethereal legend, but later during the reign of the Holy See, a cardinal who betrayed the faith found this part of the relevant literature and finally perfected this dark magic.
Before the cardinal died, he used this evil curse spell to perish together with dozens of Holy Knights. Later, the curse of Cain was classified as a forbidden spell until Constantine accidentally obtained it.
The most terrifying part of Cain's Curse was that it ignored any defense. As long as it attacked the caster who drew the curse, it would definitely suffer five times the damage reflected by the caster.
But at the same time.
The more powerful a spell was, the greater the side effects and restrictions. Cain's Curse was no exception. Once the Curse Spell was successfully constructed, both the caster and the caster would have to suffer five times the damage!
However, Cain's Curse was essentially a spell to perish together. Therefore, basically all the caster would not care about this so-called side effect.
Constantine was even more so. Although he was usually a playful prodigal, he was actually a desperate gambler!
With the River of Dead Souls as a storage of his life, even if he had to suffer 360 times of backlash, he still firmly believed that he would be able to survive!
Perish together?
No, it was a perfect scam!
He actually knew long ago that he could not be a match for Wilbur, so he deliberately used words to provoke this guy, letting it kill him again and again with all kinds of cruel methods.
Since he wanted to play, he should play bigger!
The total weight of 72 lives, after five times the increase, would be 360 times the damage. He didn't believe that Wilbur could hold on like this!
At this moment, let the wailing turn into a high song!
"Ah --"
"Ah"
Wilbur widened his eyes in horror. He found that his strong muscles and bones were being torn off bit by bit by some invisible force. All the cells in his body were screaming hysterically.
It was an indescribable pain. Even the cruelest punishment in the world could not describe it. All the damage he had suffered before had now exploded at once!
Compared to this pain and torture, even the torture was insignificant, as gentle as the wind.
But this was only the beginning!
The power of the curse penetrated through the body and directly acted on the soul level. The thousands of times of torture that the body endured was not even one thousandth of the soul level. It was like being torn apart by an invisible blender, then thrown into an oil pan to cook. Finally, the stone mill was crushed into powder.
Bang!!!!!
A large amount of blood gushed out. The bodies of the two people were completely turned into meat paste. They were sprayed out by the explosion from the inside out, covering all the corners of the nearby dozens of meters. Thick and sticky flesh flowed down along the cracks.
Even the holy and noble Seraph, who was imprisoned in the cultivation tank, seemed to be deeply shocked by this tragic scene. The beautiful face that was sleeping could not help but frown.
But the man was already prepared. He took out a golden nail and stabbed it into Wilbur's heart.
A holy power of restriction poured into Wilbur's body through the golden nail and instantly sealed his limbs and movements.
At this time, Wilbur's blurry vision finally returned to normal, but when he saw the person in front of him, he could not help but reveal a shocked expression. "Co... Constantine. You actually haven't died yet?"
"Surprised? You bastard!"
Constantine twitched the corner of his mouth and revealed a sinister smile. He turned over and rode on Wilbur, one hand pressing his head. He grinned and said, "I climbed back from hell and came here to take revenge on you!"
"Damn it!"
Wilbur was instantly furious. His facial muscles twisted and he roared at the man on his body. "I was tricked by you again, you damn beast!"
"It seems that the person who gave you power did not tell you." Constantine bent down and leaned close to Wilbur's ear. He said word by word, "Then I'll tell you. Remember not to... Believe in Constantine!"
"You bastard!"
"Do you think you can trap me?"
"Don't even think about it! I'm a god!"
The aura of Wilbur's body surged, and his ferocious aura surged like a tsunami, crashing into the ground around him. The nail that was nailed to his heart was on the verge of collapse, as if it would be forced out at any moment.
"It's too late."
Constantine slowly got up, one hand on Wilbur's face, and the other hand took out the Bible. He grinned. "You are not the first to be deceived by me, and you are definitely not the last one. Next is the special gift I gave you. Enjoy it, bastard!"
Announce!
We kill, we live;
My injuries, my recovery.
Those who have no way are my palms, and those who have no way to escape are my eyes.
To destroy, the defeated, the old man, and I will recall them all.
Leave them to me, master me, and follow me.
At the moment of rest, I haven't forgotten the song, I haven't forgotten my prayers, I haven't forgotten myself.
With my lightness, I can remove all the burden.
Rest in my hands, because of your sins, pour oil and brand it.
The eternal life, given by death, forgiveness is at the moment, swearing to receive my flesh.
Kyrie Eleison!
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Chapter 554: Kyrie Eleison
It was Cain's Curse!
The asylum given by God to Cain was originally just an ethereal legend, but later during the reign of the Holy See, a cardinal who betrayed the faith found this part of the relevant literature and finally perfected this dark magic.
Before the cardinal died, he used this evil curse spell to perish together with dozens of Holy Knights. Later, the curse of Cain was classified as a forbidden spell until Constantine accidentally obtained it.
The most terrifying part of Cain's Curse was that it ignored any defense. As long as it attacked the caster who drew the curse, it would definitely suffer five times the damage reflected by the caster.
But at the same time.
The more powerful a spell was, the greater the side effects and restrictions. Cain's Curse was no exception. Once the Curse Spell was successfully constructed, both the caster and the caster would have to suffer five times the damage!
However, Cain's Curse was essentially a spell to perish together. Therefore, basically all the caster would not care about this so-called side effect.
Constantine was even more so. Although he was usually a playful prodigal, he was actually a desperate gambler!
With the River of Dead Souls as a storage of his life, even if he had to suffer 360 times of backlash, he still firmly believed that he would be able to survive!
Perish together?
No, it was a perfect scam!
He actually knew long ago that he could not be a match for Wilbur, so he deliberately used words to provoke this guy, letting it kill him again and again with all kinds of cruel methods.
Since he wanted to play, he should play bigger!
The total weight of 72 lives, after five times the increase, would be 360 times the damage. He didn't believe that Wilbur could hold on like this!
At this moment, let the wailing turn into a high song!
"Ah --"
"Ah"
Wilbur widened his eyes in horror. He found that his strong muscles and bones were being torn off bit by bit by some invisible force. All the cells in his body were screaming hysterically.
It was an indescribable pain. Even the cruelest punishment in the world could not describe it. All the damage he had suffered before had now exploded at once!
Compared to this pain and torture, even the torture was insignificant, as gentle as the wind.
But this was only the beginning!
The power of the curse penetrated through the body and directly acted on the soul level. The thousands of times of torture that the body endured was not even one thousandth of the soul level. It was like being torn apart by an invisible blender, then thrown into an oil pan to cook. Finally, the stone mill was crushed into powder.
Bang!!!!!
A large amount of blood gushed out. The bodies of the two people were completely turned into meat paste. They were sprayed out by the explosion from the inside out, covering all the corners of the nearby dozens of meters. Thick and sticky flesh flowed down along the cracks.
Even the holy and noble Seraph, who was imprisoned in the cultivation tank, seemed to be deeply shocked by this tragic scene. The beautiful face that was sleeping could not help but frown.
But the man was already prepared. He took out a golden nail and stabbed it into Wilbur's heart.
A holy power of restriction poured into Wilbur's body through the golden nail and instantly sealed his limbs and movements.
At this time, Wilbur's blurry vision finally returned to normal, but when he saw the person in front of him, he could not help but reveal a shocked expression. "Co... Constantine. You actually haven't died yet?"
"Surprised? You bastard!"
Constantine twitched the corner of his mouth and revealed a sinister smile. He turned over and rode on Wilbur, one hand pressing his head. He grinned and said, "I climbed back from hell and came here to take revenge on you!"
"Damn it!"
Wilbur was instantly furious. His facial muscles twisted and he roared at the man on his body. "I was tricked by you again, you damn beast!"
"It seems that the person who gave you power did not tell you." Constantine bent down and leaned close to Wilbur's ear. He said word by word, "Then I'll tell you. Remember not to... Believe in Constantine!"
"You bastard!"
"Do you think you can trap me?"
"Don't even think about it! I'm a god!"
The aura of Wilbur's body surged, and his ferocious aura surged like a tsunami, crashing into the ground around him. The nail that was nailed to his heart was on the verge of collapse, as if it would be forced out at any moment.
"It's too late."
Constantine slowly got up, one hand on Wilbur's face, and the other hand took out the Bible. He grinned. "You are not the first to be deceived by me, and you are definitely not the last one. Next is the special gift I gave you. Enjoy it, bastard!"
Announce!
We kill, we live;
My injuries, my recovery.
Those who have no way are my palms, and those who have no way to escape are my eyes.
To destroy, the defeated, the old man, and I will recall them all.
Leave them to me, master me, and follow me.
At the moment of rest, I haven't forgotten the song, I haven't forgotten my prayers, I haven't forgotten myself.
With my lightness, I can remove all the burden.
Rest in my hands, because of your sins, pour oil and brand it.
The eternal life, given by death, forgiveness is at the moment, swearing to receive my flesh.
Kyrie Eleison!
Chapter 554: Kyrie Eleison It was Cain's Curse! The asylum given by God to Cain was originally just an ethereal legend, but later during the reign of the Holy See, a cardinal who betrayed the faith found this part of the relevant literature and finally perfected this dark magic. Before the cardinal died, he used this evil curse spell to perish together with dozens of Holy Knights. Later, the curse of Cain was classified as a forbidden spell until Constantine accidentally obtained it. The most terrifying part of Cain's Curse was that it ignored any defense. As long as it attacked the caster who drew the curse, it would definitely suffer five times the damage reflected by the caster. But at the same time. The more powerful a spell was, the greater the side effects and restrictions. Cain's Curse was no exception. Once the Curse Spell was successfully constructed, both the caster and the caster would have to suffer five times the damage! However, Cain's Curse was essentially a spell to perish together. Therefore, basically all the caster would not care about this so-called side effect. Constantine was even more so. Although he was usually a playful prodigal, he was actually a desperate gambler! With the River of Dead Souls as a storage of his life, even if he had to suffer 360 times of backlash, he still firmly believed that he would be able to survive! Perish together? No, it was a perfect scam! He actually knew long ago that he could not be a match for Wilbur, so he deliberately used words to provoke this guy, letting it kill him again and again with all kinds of cruel methods. Since he wanted to play, he should play bigger! The total weight of 72 lives, after five times the increase, would be 360 times the damage. He didn't believe that Wilbur could hold on like this! At this moment, let the wailing turn into a high song! "Ah --" "Ah" Wilbur widened his eyes in horror. He found that his strong muscles and bones were being torn off bit by bit by some invisible force. All the cells in his body were screaming hysterically. It was an indescribable pain. Even the cruelest punishment in the world could not describe it. All the damage he had suffered before had now exploded at once! Compared to this pain and torture, even the torture was insignificant, as gentle as the wind. But this was only the beginning! The power of the curse penetrated through the body and directly acted on the soul level. The thousands of times of torture that the body endured was not even one thousandth of the soul level. It was like being torn apart by an invisible blender, then thrown into an oil pan to cook. Finally, the stone mill was crushed into powder. Bang!!!!! A large amount of blood gushed out. The bodies of the two people were completely turned into meat paste. They were sprayed out by the explosion from the inside out, covering all the corners of the nearby dozens of meters. Thick and sticky flesh flowed down along the cracks. Even the holy and noble Seraph, who was imprisoned in the cultivation tank, seemed to be deeply shocked by this tragic scene. The beautiful face that was sleeping could not help but frown. But the man was already prepared. He took out a golden nail and stabbed it into Wilbur's heart. A holy power of restriction poured into Wilbur's body through the golden nail and instantly sealed his limbs and movements. At this time, Wilbur's blurry vision finally returned to normal, but when he saw the person in front of him, he could not help but reveal a shocked expression. "Co... Constantine. You actually haven't died yet?" "Surprised? You bastard!" Constantine twitched the corner of his mouth and revealed a sinister smile. He turned over and rode on Wilbur, one hand pressing his head. He grinned and said, "I climbed back from hell and came here to take revenge on you!" "Damn it!" Wilbur was instantly furious. His facial muscles twisted and he roared at the man on his body. "I was tricked by you again, you damn beast!" "It seems that the person who gave you power did not tell you." Constantine bent down and leaned close to Wilbur's ear. He said word by word, "Then I'll tell you. Remember not to... Believe in Constantine!" "You bastard!" "Do you think you can trap me?" "Don't even think about it! I'm a god!" The aura of Wilbur's body surged, and his ferocious aura surged like a tsunami, crashing into the ground around him. The nail that was nailed to his heart was on the verge of collapse, as if it would be forced out at any moment. "It's too late." Constantine slowly got up, one hand on Wilbur's face, and the other hand took out the Bible. He grinned. "You are not the first to be deceived by me, and you are definitely not the last one. Next is the special gift I gave you. Enjoy it, bastard!" Announce! We kill, we live; My injuries, my recovery. Those who have no way are my palms, and those who have no way to escape are my eyes. To destroy, the defeated, the old man, and I will recall them all. Leave them to me, master me, and follow me. At the moment of rest, I haven't forgotten the song, I haven't forgotten my prayers, I haven't forgotten myself. With my lightness, I can remove all the burden. Rest in my hands, because of your sins, pour oil and brand it. The eternal life, given by death, forgiveness is at the moment, swearing to receive my flesh. Kyrie Eleison!
