"Fufu …"
Gabriel retracted her wisp of consciousness and chose to retreat when things were hopeless. This was the symbol of wisdom. Of course, you could also call it "cowardice." There was no other way. When facing a guy who didn't even care about his life, he had no choice but to be cowardly.
After the light screen dissipated, Saber, who had been showing off his power just now, sat back on the sofa and smoked happily as if nothing had happened. Under his feet, the body possessed by the god had lost all signs of life and turned into gray powder in the flames of hell.
Constantine leaned against the wall and hugged the Book of Solomon. He watched everything that happened in front of him as if he was watching a blockbuster. For a guy like him who made a living in the mysterious world, Saber killing Michael's human incarnation was not too shocking. As long as he had enough opportunity, he could do the same thing. After all, it was just an incarnation. It didn't even have one-thousandth of the original's strength.
However, the only ordinary person present, Angela, was completely stunned. Even as a not-so-sincere believer, she still couldn't accept what had happened in front of her. The respected Father David was Michael's incarnation? And he was so easily killed by a mortal?
She was still holding the gun in her hands, but at this moment, this cold weapon did not give her the slightest sense of security. When Saber's gaze swept over, she couldn't help but take a step back, as if she could escape at any time.
"Well … You can't kill me with that thing, little girl."
Saber flicked his fingers and no longer paid attention to Angela. He looked at Constantine and snorted with dissatisfaction. The latter obediently hugged the book and walked to his side. He handed the Book of Solomon to him with both hands.
"Then go back. I don't need it anymore. I already know what I want to know."
Saber glanced at the book. He shrugged and leaned against the blood-soaked sofa. He spread his hands and looked at Constantine.
"I heard that you're dying?"
Constantine nodded bitterly. Saber snorted.
"It seems that doing bad things will harm your health … Since things have come to this, then help me do one last thing. Then cut off your left hand and you can get lost."
He reached out and took the Book of Solomon in his hand. The moment he took the book, a huge purple hand suddenly reached out from the book and grabbed the unsuspecting Saber, but it couldn't pull him up from the sofa. Saber narrowed his eyes and looked at the purple hand grabbing his collar. He looked at Constantine playfully.
"So … This is the backup plan you prepared for me? You still want to resist at this time … Wow, you really are a real villain. "
Constantine heaved a sigh of relief. He snatched the Book of Solomon and said to Seiber, who was pinned to the sofa by the purple hand.
"I'm sorry, Boss Saber. After everything is over, I can give my life to you. But before I die, there's something I have to do!"
The purple hand slowly changed under Constantine's hand seal. It finally turned into a purple birdcage-like cage, covering Saber and the sofa. Constantine grabbed Angela, who was still in a daze, and ran out of the door. Saber's voice sounded behind him.
"Something that you're willing to do even if it means risking your life? I couldn't tell that a piece of trash like you would have such determination. But since you want to play the game, we'll play it slowly. Friendly reminder, Constantine and that little girl called Angela … If they're caught, they'll end up in a miserable state. "
Constantine and Angela didn't dare to stay. They ran out as fast as they could. After they disappeared, Saber ignored the birdcage that trapped him. Instead, he lay on the sofa and snapped his fingers.
A purple halo appeared behind him. In less than two seconds, the huge Berserker Demon, Secondary Lord Sim, appeared in the sacred church. As soon as it appeared, it sneezed violently and smashed the huge cigar in its mouth on the ground.
"Ah, what a disgusting smell. Disgusting!"
It scratched its purple hair and looked at Saber. "Why did you call me up again? To be your silly sister's nanny? "
Saber glanced at the demon. Sim had changed its clothes. It was no longer the rough singlet and boxers from before. The reason was that Catherine thought Sim looked like a pervert. So, the demon was now wearing a flowery shirt and beach pants. There was also a golden chain made of a shrunken demon skull around its neck. Actually, its appearance didn't change much, but it looked a lot more comical.
"I heard that you've been causing a lot of trouble in Hell recently …"
Saber rubbed his forehead and said softly, "The contract gave you a copy of my self-healing ability … You think you're good at fighting now, don't you?"
Sim snorted. It tore open space and took out a new huge cigar. It lit it in the fireplace in front of it. It didn't answer, but the more abstract expression on its abstract face proved its thoughts. That's right, Master Sim thought it had a great advantage!
Just from the name, one could tell what kind of creature a Berserker Demon was. It was good at close combat, strong, and had a certain level of self-healing ability. Now that the contract was signed, part of Saber's self-healing ability was added to its body, and its strength increased to a certain extent. This made Sim immediately transform into a warmonger.
Now that it could defeat those it couldn't defeat in the past, it would be a waste of its contract if it didn't go all out. Every day, Saber would extract its mana to replenish its damage. This made Sim very depressed. Was there anything fun in Hell? Fighting became its best form of entertainment. The rings of ferocious demon heads around its neck were its recent trophies.
From this point of view, Sim actually felt that this contract was quite profitable. It would be even better if it could be changed to an equal contract.
Saber didn't want to waste time talking to this demon. He waved his hand.
"Go, follow them closely. Bring me the book, and see what Constantine is up to this time. I keep feeling that Gabriel and Michael's attitude isn't normal. It's as if they're expecting me to get out of here as soon as possible. Who would believe that there's nothing fishy about this!"
"Why don't we just kill them …" Sim said softly.
A typical strength demon like it hated sneaky things the most. If it wasn't for Saber's request, it would have used a more convenient and direct method to solve the problem.
Saber's eyes widened at its words.
"Kill … Sure, but not now! Go, do what I told you. Before the mastermind appears, just hide in the dark. Yes, you can help them deal with a little trouble, but don't expose your identity. "
"Hmph, just a bunch of worms!"
Sim was still a little unwilling, but when it saw Saber's expression turn cold, it didn't dare to pester him anymore. It knew better than anyone how terrifying this soul could be when it got angry.
Sim's silhouette disappeared, and Seber was the only one left in the church. He smoked his cigar in silence as he looked at the crucifix statue in front of him. He shook his head, stood up, and reached out his hand. Then, he gently pulled at the purple glow of Constantine's birdcage. In the next moment, blazing hellfire rushed out from the ground and burned everything, including the sofa, the statue, and the birdcage. Soon, the flames engulfed the entire St. John's Church.
Under Saber's will, the flames would only destroy the church and not hurt any innocent people.
He walked out of the flames with the wooden box on his back. Every step forward, the blazing flames would open a path for him. In the end, he stepped back into the real world. Behind him, there was only the ruins of St. John's Church, which had turned into a pile of burning ruins.
Saber sat back in Chandler's car. He looked at the burning ruins through the glass and said softly,
"Look, tonight, God, it's not here."
On the other side, Constantine pulled Angela into the detective's car. The two rushed out of the street aimlessly and went around the city in circles. Constantine didn't calm his breathing until ten minutes later. Saber definitely wouldn't take ten minutes to catch up with them. In other words, Saber had let them go for some purpose.
Although this meant that they might have fallen into the trap of The Devil Gang, it was better than losing their lives on the spot.
"Fufu …"
Constantine reached out with his trembling hand and took out a cigarette from his pocket. He tried to light it up several times, but he still couldn't. He clenched his fists and howled in anger until Angela slammed on the brakes. This black-haired, good-looking detective leaned back in her seat and took deep breaths. She rudely took out the remaining cigarette box from Constantine and lit one for herself.
"Phew … Who is that?"
She asked. Constantine closed his eyes. His voice was so calm that it sounded like it came from hell. "Saber Hawk, a barbarian from Gotham. The worst thing is, he has countless henchmen in New York …"
"He looks like a villain!"
Angela said. Constantine shook his head. "As far as he's concerned, he's not evil, but his way of doing things is too tyrannical. You've seen how he treats angels. Believe me, he's even crueler to mortals … Oh right, you're Angela, Angela Dawson, right?"
Constantine looked at the detective who was driving again. A playful expression flashed across his eyes. This meant that Zak Kang was about to start lying.
"Yes, I'm Angela. Who are you?"
"Constantine, John Constantine, the strongest exorcist in Manhattan. Haven't you heard of my name?"
Constantine glanced at Angela. "I often help the police with special cases, but that's not the point. The point is, your sister Isabella committed suicide by jumping off a building two days ago. Am I right? "
"She …"
Angela's face showed a hint of pain. She gripped the steering wheel tightly. "She didn't commit suicide. Isabella was a sincere Catholic. She wouldn't commit suicide! Those who commit suicide will go to hell … "
"I know, I know all of this. Those who commit suicide will fall to hell and suffer endless torture."
Constantine touched the Book of Solomon in his arms and said softly, "Tell me about your judgment. You're a police officer, and the victim is your sister. You should have your own judgment, shouldn't you?"
Angela was silent. After a moment, she spoke.
"I think Isabella was bewitched by some cult. When she was awake, she was curious about the knowledge of summoning demons and enjoyed it. I think she was controlled by someone, or hypnotized using some special method …"
"Typical layman's opinion!"
Constantine curled his lips in disdain. He threw the cigarette butt out of the car and turned to look at Angela. "After what happened tonight, do you still think so?"
Angela pursed her lips and didn't say anything. Constantine took a deep breath and put his left hand on Angela's shoulder.
"I've been investigating the 'smuggling' of demons into the modern world. Recently, you've been dealing with more and more of those perverted murder cases, right? This is a sign. Angela, your sister might be involved … I have no intention of getting involved in this matter, but considering that what we're doing is related, I need your help. If you help me, I'll help you! How about it? "
After ten seconds, Angela let out a sigh of relief.
"How do you want me to help you?"
Constantine's eyes flashed. He waved his hand. "There's no hurry. Let's figure out what happened to your sister first. I have a friend, Father Hannasi. Let's go to him first!"
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