"Do we have to kill Witchcraft first before we can meet Mephisto?"
Saber asked. "Why do I feel like this demon prince is not on the same page as his father? Can't we just ignore him?"
"No, no, no! We have to kill Witchcraft first! Trust me, this was personally ordered by Ancient One. Witchcraft and Mephisto have some kind of special connection. He is actually a pawn set up by the demon king. Why are you asking so many questions? We will do whatever Ancient One tells us to do! "
Constantine's expression was rich. He had a funny pair of windshield glasses that looked like those worn by World War II pilots. His hair was blown back by the wind as he gripped the railing at the back of the motorcycle tightly. The motorcycle was traveling at a speed of more than 270 km/h. Every time he opened his mouth, a gust of cold wind would rush into his mouth. But even so, it couldn't stop his chattering.
"Don't think too much, buddy! Turn your attention to what you have to do! Oh, by the way, you can't hurt the demon with a weapon in the modern world, but considering the unfortunate situation you are in now, I think you need a weapon that is infused with a spirit, or even simpler, soak it in holy water. "
He patted Saber on the shoulder.
"Don't tell me you don't know how to make holy water … Of course, if you are lucky enough, you may meet some secret mages who can enchant weapons. It is a wonderful skill that can add many special effects to ordinary weapons, such as life absorption, evil-breaking, and so on. But those guys are not easy to deal with. Some of them are even harder to deal with than the demon, such as this handsome guy named Constantine!"
The guy sat at the back of the motorcycle and spread his hands like a madman.
"He is the greatest sorcerer in the world, a prodigal son, a tolerant person, a person who knows magic like the back of his hand, a leader, and a genius who is always envied by others … Yes, that is me … the great exorcist Constantine."
Saber, who was in a bad mood, looked like he had seen a ghost. He didn't even know why he brought this madman back to Houston. Looking at the city in front of him, he slowed down the motorcycle and turned his head helplessly.
"Can't you be quiet?"
"Hey, what kind of attitude is that?!"
Constantine shouted in annoyance. "I am going to help you now. I am on your side now, and you dare to slander me like this? Look, I just taught you some knowledge about demons for free! Normally, people who come to me have to pay for these things! "
"200 dollars … Can you give me 20 minutes of peace?"
Constantine whistled happily. He snapped his fingers and did not say a word for the next 20 minutes. After the two walked into the rented hotel, Constantine was very friendly and greeted the others very warmly... Remy and Yuriko were at a loss. they had no idea who he was and what he was to do....
However, when they saw Seber's gloomy expression, they were rational enough not to ask. Seber dragged Constantine, who was trying to get acquainted with a bunch of inexperienced youngsters, into his house. He pulled open his cupboard, took out a wooden box, and threw it in front of Constantine.
. look at this! Can you use it as raw material for your enchantment? "
Saber put his hands on his hips and turned to look at the city center. "To kill the Witchcraft Demon, I have to break through the layer of damned energy on his skin..."
He saw the strange and hesitant look on Constantine's face. Saber's expression immediately darkened.
"I heard you say you know how to do it! Are you lying to me? "
The Paranormal Detective looked at the alloy knife in Saber's hand. He hurriedly waved his hand and laughed dryly as he picked up the wooden box that Saber had thrown at him.
"How could I, how could I … Hehe. I am Constantine, the powerful wanderer of the Mysterious World. How could I not … Oh! Look what I got. "
When he saw what was in the box, he immediately let out a strange cry. He reached out and picked up the pair of daggers. The daggers were engraved with complex and mysterious crimson runes. There was even a crimson cloth wrapped around the back of the daggers. He flipped the daggers in front of his eyes and looked at them in amazement.
"From the looks of it, it's a sacrificial item from the Dark Ages of the Middle Ages. It's a classic devil worshiper. It's also made of special metal. Look at the runes. It's a perfect 13-diagonal system. This could be something from another world. Looks like you have a lot of good stuff! Brother Saber. "
The strange man put his left hand in his pocket and looked at Saber as if he was looking at a fool. He hesitated.
"One is enough. This rune has two effects. It's anti-magic and absorption. It's enough to break the Witchcraft Demon's forbidden body."
He swung his left hand and put the dagger into his pocket. He looked at Saber. "As for the other one, it's my reward. You don't have any objections, right?"
Saber pursed his lips. He got the dagger from the Red Devil, Azazo. He didn't care about it at all. He threw the alloy knife in his hand, and it stabbed into the ground at Constantine's feet. "That's fair. Let's get started. But brother, you better not lie to me. You don't want to know what kind of life the last person who lied to me is living now."
Constantine rubbed his hands nonchalantly.
"Go, go. Give me an hour. Oh, and I'll go with you to hunt the Witchcraft Demon, the Demon Prince."
Saibo paused for a moment before nodding. He turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.
"Remi, Yuriko, and the rest, come here."
He shouted toward the living room. Not long after, a group of young people stood in front of him. He coughed. "Ahem, we'll set out in a moment to kill the Witchcraft Demon who made us suffer. Leave the Demon Prince to me. I'll leave his useless subordinates to you. After you're done, go back to Gotham. I'll go back later."
"Do you have any questions?"
The young people looked around and said in unison.
"No!"
"Very good! This is how The Devil Gang should be. " He nodded with satisfaction and patted the shoulders of the others. He turned to look at Erwin.
"By the way, kid, do you know how to make holy water?"
Erwin Hawkins was puzzled by the question. He pushed up his glasses and said with uncertainty, "Yes, I'm not sure about that.
"Normally, holy water is just ordinary water, followed by a special blessing prayer. I still remember the prayer, but boss, I'm not refuting you, but is this really going to work?"
Saber shrugged. He was not sure himself. Looking at Erwin's doubtful expression, he hesitated.
"Since the Devil has appeared before us, the holy water should be more reliable. Anyway, let's go prepare. The more, the better!"
Alwin and the other young people scratched their heads. Under Saber's urging, they ran to the bathroom, filled a tank with water, and prepared to make the 'holy water'.
Saber sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette to relieve his slightly anxious mood. He looked at Selena, who was sitting beside him. After the incident last time, the Master Thief seemed to be frightened at first, but she quickly returned to her lively state.
"By the way, did you bring Johnny's girlfriend back?"
Selena, who was holding a bowl of fruit salad, nodded. Her eyes did not leave the television, which was playing a soap opera.
"That little beauty Rozanne is in the house next door. She was very resistant to working with us, so I used some force. She should be sleeping well now."
"Okay!"
Saber rubbed his chin, his eyes full of thoughts. Whenever he thought of Mephisto, the Sorcerer Supreme, and Johnny, who would definitely come to mess things up, he felt his head hurt. He rubbed his temples and leaned back on the sofa. A moment later, a pair of soft hands pressed on his forehead.
It was slightly cold, but it was very comfortable to rub his temples.
Seiber closed his eyes and said softly, "You and Yuriko, take Rozanne with you and come with us. But don't appear on the battlefield unless it's absolutely necessary. You have special arrangements. Take care of yourselves, little girl. I don't think I can spare much energy to protect you this time."
"Hmph, don't underestimate the Feline Girl, you bastard!"
Selena's lips curled into a bright smile. She reached out and knocked Saber's forehead hard. "You … Just protect yourself."
The rest of the time was very quiet. After about 20 minutes, Selena carefully leaned into Saber's arms. Saber naturally reached out and wrapped his arms around her. In this warm environment, when their lips were about to touch, there was a sudden dull explosion in the bedroom behind them. Then, the door was violently pushed open.
Bang!
A wave of pungent black smoke rushed out of the bedroom. Saber and Selena turned around at the same time. They saw Constantine rushing out of the black smoke. The great detective was in a sorry state. His trench coat was full of holes from the fire. Snot and tears flowed down his face. He looked like he was drunk. He staggered madly to the window, opened it, and took in big breaths of fresh air.
"Oh, my God, my God, I'm finally alive. Damn it! I'll never play with such dangerous things again! Huff … Huff … "
He even let out an unpleasant cry like an owl, as if he had really survived. But when he turned around, he saw Saber standing up from the sofa. The latter's expression was definitely not friendly.
"So, you failed even though I paid you enough?"
"Ahem!"
Constantine shook his hand with a righteous look. "Damn it, how could I fail? I just made a little mistake. It's all your fault! "
He pointed at Saber angrily. "You should have told me that your knife is made of adamantium! If I had known, I would have at least doubled the payment. Damn it! I've lost a lot of money! "
He fiercely picked up a cigarette and pointed at the bedroom that was almost completely shrouded in black smoke. "The thing is in there. You can go get it yourself. I'll make the holy water for the children. Holy prayers alone won't make good holy water. A basin of holy water costs 100 USD! Tell me, how much do you want? "
He demanded an exorbitant price and squinted at Saber. The latter shrugged and patted Selena's waist. The thief lady then took out several stacks of green US dollars from the suitcase next to her and threw them to Constantine.
"Make as much as you can!"
Seiber didn't care about this money-grubber. He could understand why people with power would have their own quirks. He strode into the bedroom that was shrouded in disgusting black smoke. The first thing he saw was the alloy sword that was stuck in the middle of the room. It didn't change much, but when Seiber held the sword, a dark red rune appeared on the sword as if it was lit up.
Upon closer inspection, the runes were arranged in the same way as the ones on Azazzo's two short knives. The silver-white blade matched with the dark red runes had a special beauty to it.
In the last 15 minutes of dusk, when darkness was about to engulf the busy Houston, in front of the completely burned ruins of St. Michael's Church, Saber, wearing a black trench coat that was almost identical to Constantine's style, strolled in the square with a knife in his hand. Constantine, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, followed behind him. Saber looked at the burned ruins and suddenly asked.
"Why do you want to get involved in this troublesome matter? I don't think you're the type to meddle in other people's business. Is it really because of the Supreme Sorcerer's request? "
The detective behind him lazily turned his head to look at the beautiful women on the street. He answered casually.
"Of course … not."
"In the past 15 years, at least one-third of the evil spirits that were banished to hell were sent down by me. If Mephisto really did communicate with hell in the mortal world, those guys would be overjoyed. From the ruins of San Venganza, at least a hundred evil spirits would come to 'greet' me every minute. I'm actually a very timid person."
He retracted his gaze, and a golden cross slid out of his sleeve, emitting a faint light in the darkness. He looked at the shadow that almost descended with the darkness in front of him. He saw Witchcraft and his lackeys, and he asked meaningfully, "What are you doing?"
"If it were you, what would you do?"
"Me?"
Saber chuckled, lowered his head, and put on the silver-white mask on his face. The red light in his eyes flashed, and his tone became cold.
"Why would I send them back?"
"Wouldn't it be more convenient to just kill them?"
"Oh, that's a pity."
Constantine stuffed a bundle of silver-white trinkets into Saber's hand. "Demons can't be killed in the modern world. They can only be banished to hell. I've taught you how to use this, right?"
"Don't worry."
Seiber stretched his shoulders. "Let's … go on a killing spree!"
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