In the end, Saber carried the other wooden box and walked out of the messy Midnight Bar in satisfaction.
Midnight's old man stroked the scroll in his hand with a pained expression. The demon hunting gun was one of the best items in his collection. It was a holy item from hundreds of years ago, and it had been constantly infiltrated by evil spirits, allowing the gun to grow to a terrifying level. From pure-blooded angels to purgatory demons, there was nothing it couldn't hurt.
But no matter how powerful the demon hunting gun was, it still depended on the user's level. It was more or less an inanimate object.
"And this treasure …"
The fierce-looking black man picked up the scroll in his hand, his eyes filled with fascination. "It's the future … It's everything!"
All he needed to do was find a suitable soul, or slightly modify his own soul, and he would have the power to make all evil spirits tremble in fear. This scroll written by Mephistos himself, with the devil's true name on it, was truly a high-grade item. It didn't need the power of the great demon king himself. After he signed it, the power from the crazy spirit of vengeance and hellfire would automatically awaken.
And the best thing was that the entire dark magic world now knew that Mephistos had been locked up … for at least a hundred years! Not everyone's soul was as special as Saber's, able to bear all the power of the great demon king. People like Midnight also had enough methods to protect their souls from being devoured by the demon king.
Yes, just a little, "technical" method was needed.
In short, this deal was fair. In fact, Midnight had made a small profit. Yes, to Midnight, this was just a deal. It was an exchange for the Ghost Rider contract and the demon hunting gun. As for Constantine's position, it was a bonus.
"That bastard … hehe."
Midnight stroked his chin and crushed the voodoo emblem in his hand. Ten voodoo stitches with stiff bodies, wearing special armor, and pale human faces appeared in the bar. Under his command, they cleaned the surrounding floor. He sat in a chair very comfortably, a sinister smile on his lips.
"Constantine, good luck, my bastard friend."
On the other side, Constantine, who was wearing a grey windbreaker and a hood, was curled up sneakily. He was half-kneeling in a dark, chaotic basement. Beside him were dozens of similarly dressed people, who were chanting scriptures while kneeling on the ground.
It was neither a Buddhist scripture nor a Christian prayer. If one listened carefully, they would only hear some noisy and decadent sounds. It was a blessing to a dark space evil god called Domam. It was unknown which lousy author wrote it. Not only was it difficult to pronounce, but there were also many serious loopholes in it.
Especially in the eyes of a "professional" like Constantine, this kind of prayer was meaningless. It was impossible to communicate with the Dark Evil God Domam, but this was also the reason why he came here.
"I say, Constantine, are you sure it's okay to stay here?"
Chas Chandler, who was also wearing a gray hood and a robe that covered his chubby body, looked at the strange scene in horror. This veteran taxi driver felt that he had been tricked by his old friend. This scene was not normal at all.
"Shh."
Constantine, who was pretending to be chanting scriptures but was actually secretly smoking, turned his head and gestured to his only good friend. He lowered his voice.
"Don't be silly, Chandler. There must be a problem here, but don't worry about that. Domam is coming, and the whole of New York will be destroyed. Only this place is safe. We'll stay here until the disaster is over."
He patted his timid friend's shoulder.
"Pretend you're a heretic. Do you understand? It's just a disguise! It doesn't conflict with your beliefs. "
"But, but that Domam …"
Chandler was a sincere Catholic. He felt uncomfortable staying here. He said with some resistance, "I don't think an evil god will protect my soul. We already believe in God. Why don't we go to St. John's Church?"
"Don't go there! Didn't I tell you before? You can go to any church, but not St. John's! "
Constantine threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground. "There's something in St. John's Church that doesn't belong to this world! You idiot, I'm saving you. You're just an ordinary person. Don't, don't get involved with them! "
Just as the two of them were talking, the long and boring prayer finally came to an end. The "priest" standing on the high platform, wearing a strange black robe and holding a white bone staff in his hand, spread out his hands and shouted like a madman.
"Ah, Domam, the supreme god who controls darkness and time, give us your endless time, give it to your sincere believers. We pray with our souls, flesh, and blood, and offer our will to you. We respectfully ask you to come to this unclean world and purify the world with darkness. Those who don't believe in you will fall into darkness, and those who believe in you will have eternal life!"
"Praise you, the great Domam!"
He raised his head, and the hood slid down slightly. Constantine's eyes widened at this moment. He saw the dark, dry skin around the priest's eyes. He turned his head and cursed.
"Damn it! He's a true believer! A guy who has been blessed by Domam's power. Oh, things are getting a little troublesome. "
"What's going on?"
The frightened Chandler couldn't help but tighten the gray hood on his body, as if it could bring him some warmth. He looked at his old friend nervously. He knew that Constantine was a little strange, and in the field of mysticism, he was a master.
"It's nothing. It might be a little bad for me."
He stuffed a golden coin into Chandler's hand and emphasized, "When you go for the 'baptism' later, hold it tight! It can protect your soul from being corrupted by evil gods. Damn it, looks like Domam is serious. "
"Come, believers, let us welcome our two new friends!"
The crazy priest pointed the bone staff in his hand at Constantine and Chandler who were cowering at the back, and the believers uniformly opened a path for the two "new friends." In front of the priest, there was a wooden basin, but it wasn't filled with holy water. Instead, it was filled with a black, sticky, disgusting liquid.
"Come, receive the blessings of the great God Domam!"
The voice was like a curse to Constantine and Chandler's ears. The worst thing was that they were surrounded by dozens of new believers, and they couldn't run away.
The self-proclaimed Hell's Detective had a way to deal with demons and spirits, but when faced with a real threat, he couldn't do much.
Under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, the two of them walked stiffly to the altar for the blessing. The dark-eyed priest's fingers were already in the basin of disgusting liquid, and he seemed to be preparing to baptize them. He looked at the hesitant Constantine and the frightened Chandler, and with a playful smile on his face, he said softly, "Don't be nervous.
"Don't be nervous. After the baptism, we will be true brothers. We will bathe in the dark glory of Domam. Come, offer your soul to Domam!"
Chandler could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. He grabbed Constantine's arm and was about to pull his old friend to the door behind him, but a group of new believers surrounded him and held him down. Constantine stood stiffly in the same place. His left hand was already in his pocket, and when he took it out again, there was a brass knuckle with sacred scriptures engraved on it.
"Let him go!"
Constantine shouted. The priest looked at him with disdain. "Sure, as long as you offer your soul. Constantine, do you think you can hide from our Lord? Rejoice, the great Lord needs you to serve him now! "
"Offer your soul and become one of us, Constantine! Constantine, if you don't, you can only watch your brother die! "
"No! No! John, run! Leave me alone! "
Chandler was a good person at heart. Even in this situation, he wanted his old friend to leave. They grew up together. Chandler was a coward, and Constantine was always the one who stood up for him. Even when he was an adult, he did not have many friends. His status was low, and he lived a hard life, but Constantine had never changed his friendship with him.
This was enough for Chandler to disregard his life at this moment.
"Go! John! Fight! Leave me alone! "
Chandler's roar made Constantine struggle even harder. Because of his personality and the way he did things, he had a bad reputation, but Chandler did not care. Even if he risked being hurt, he would still use his own stupid methods to help him.
This time, Constantine really wanted to help his old friend avoid the impending disaster, but he did not expect that his bad luck would break out again, and he would fall into this difficult situation.
However, his hesitation did not last long.
Bang!
The big iron door of the dim gathering place was kicked away by a terrifying force. It whistled through the air and smashed into the cultists behind, who were caught off guard. Five or six of them were killed on the spot, and a large number of them were injured. The screams and the smell of blood turned the chaotic basement into a slaughterhouse, like hell on earth.
The rest of the people looked behind them in unison. Constantine and Chandler did the same. Then, they saw a tall figure carrying two wooden boxes walk into the gathering of the evil gods step by step from the dark stairs amidst the flying dust.
He was wearing a silver, twisted ghost mask, and the eyes under the mask shone with a dark red light, like flames dancing in the darkness.
Constantine's body trembled violently, and he instinctively wanted to run away. Saber's left hand reached behind his back and grabbed something cold. He pulled it out and pulled the trigger without looking.
Bang!
Golden flames danced in the air. Bullets made of sacred silver and engraved with sacred runes flew out of the strange gun's muzzle, leaving a silver-white trail in the darkness. They accurately hit Constantine … the unlucky guy beside him.
Half of the guy's skull was blown away by the bullet. The warm blood splashed on Constantine's face, stopping the Infernal Detective in his tracks. Then, he heard a hoarse and low voice.
"Stand there … If you dare to run, I'll break your legs!"
"Ha ha …"
Constantine touched the blood on his face, his teeth chattering. Among the people present, he was the only one who knew how terrifying the guy in front of him was. He would rather face Domumu than Saber Hawk, who was walking toward him.
Domam only wanted his soul, and Seiber … If things went wrong, he might even take his life.
Saber held a strange long gun in his hand. It looked like an old-fashioned musket, but the front of the muzzle was shaped like a cross. The whole thing looked like a piece of golden art, but the cross and the body of the gun were engraved with words similar to the Gospel. This was the Demon Hunting Gun.
It was said that it appeared 300 years ago, and every owner died mysteriously. It was entangled with a terrible curse, but it was very lethal to mysterious creatures. The body of the gun was cold. It was said that this was the curse of the evil spirits and angels who died under this gun. The whole gun had a murderous aura. When Saber held it in his hand, the cold murderous aura was overwhelming.
Chandler looked at Saber with fear. In just a few seconds, at least seven people had died in his hands. But looking at the figure getting closer and closer, the fear in the heart of this timid ordinary person lessened. At least compared to the evil cultists around him, Saber's image was much more positive.
"Kill him! Kill this bastard who dares to challenge Domumu's will! "
The priest seemed to have just woken up from the massacre. He shouted wildly, and the evil cultists around him also rushed toward Saber. But in the next moment, his eyes turned to look at the fierce man who was the first to pounce on him. A second later, the big man was like a pillar of fire that had been ignited. He stood there and wailed in pain. The fire of hell ignited his sinful soul. The flames from the inside out rushed out in an explosive manner and roasted his flesh in an instant.
This scene frightened everyone. They were just ordinary people. When had they ever seen such a scene?
"Thump"
Another wooden box fell to the ground, and Saber's voice sounded again.
"Only ten seconds. Those who are not involved, get out!"
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