Humans had many ways to live. No matter if it was humility, determination, courage, indulgence, or madness, they could live in any of these ways. They could even lose their freedom as slaves. But as long as they could survive, many people would choose to live in such a way. But there was only one way that no one could accept.
Being treated as food … This was an experience that violated the bottom line of modern human civilization. In fact, this was the reason why society and everyone would crazily condemn any ogre. They had broken the bottom line of being "human," so they would be crazily condemned by their own kind. If it was in the more barbaric and primitive era, such people would also be killed as wild beasts.
This was the power of civilization. It allowed humans to take a destructive stance and crazily resist all existences that treated them as food.
For example, under the dark sky, Constantine was confronting the mixed-blood demon Basazo. He gritted his teeth and moved his bloody fingers on the pages of the Book of Solomon. The blood couldn't contaminate the existence of the book. The magic power from the ancient masters would keep the book clean.
"Originally, no one would care about you! Just like how no one would pay attention to an annoying but weak bug. But now, you have entered into something you shouldn't have. Constantine, you have successfully pasted a one-way ticket to hell. "
"Hehe, to be honest, I'm quite happy to execute you. Too many of my compatriots in hell have paid me a high price to buy your soul. Guess, if you fall into their hands, how will they deal with you?"
The staff in Basazo's left hand disappeared in the flames. He waved the burning longsword in his hand. Under the illumination of the flames, his face slowly changed into a different appearance. He looked like a real demon in the myths and legends. But when the flames subsided, he returned to his polite human form.
Red sparks were burning in his eyes, as if there were sparks. He calmly looked at Constantine, who was in a sorry state. Seeing his fingers twitching, the mixed-blood demon sighed.
"You can't learn … huh?"
Crack!
Invisible energy instantly broke through Constantine's defense and grabbed his neck. Like two invisible arms, it slowly lifted him up from the ground and into the air. The Book of Solomon fell to the ground. Basazo glanced at the book that was glowing in the darkness with fear and said softly, "Don't worry, Brother Basazo, I'm afraid you won't be able to defeat me."
"If it were an orthodox sorcerer with the Book of Solomon, I would definitely run as far as I can. But you, a scum who relies on half-baked witchcraft to deceive mortals. You can't even use one-tenth of the book's power, you poor bug!"
"What do you want to do with it?"
Basazo held the sword and approached Constantine. He almost whispered into his ear. "You want to use it to save your sister's soul from hell? Hehe … how pitiful! You scum! "
"You … You're … too close to me!"
Constantine's hands formed the seal that he had used in Chinatown the last time, and slammed it on Basazo's chest. In an instant, a scorching white light soared into the sky. Without the support of the Book of Solomon, the Seal of Purification that Constantine released with his own mana was much less effective, but it was enough to save him from the clutches of the mixed-blood demon. This was a spell left behind by an ancient archmage. It was an extraordinary existence, and its lethality to evil spirits could be said to be invincible.
Basazo, who had half of his body ignited, rushed out of the pillar of light while howling in agony. In the end, he saw Angela climbing out of the car. Behind him, Constantine, who had crashed to the ground and was clutching his neck, spoke.
"Fire!"
Angela instinctively raised the golden metal tube in her hand and pulled the trigger. In the next moment, flames, crimson red and blue, shot out from the top of the metal tube like a fan, enveloping everything in front of her in this crazy flame.
This was obviously not an ordinary flame. Even a powerful mixed-blood demon like Basazo screamed in agony. His human form was burned beyond recognition. His face turned back to the one with ugly scales and demon horns. He opened his bat wings and rolled his body up in the flames. He roared angrily.
"Come and help me! Tear them apart! "
In the next moment, the surrounding Bat Demons flapped their wings and rushed toward Angela and Constantine. In this situation, Angela decisively gave up on the opponent in front of her. She quickly rushed to Constantine's side, raised the metal tube in her hand, and pulled the trigger again.
The flames surged wildly like the first ray of light that lit up the darkness. At such a close distance, Angela's nose and mouth were filled with the disgusting smell of sulfur. She could clearly see the ferocious appearance and sharp claws of every Bat Demon that swooped down from the sky.
They let out sharp shrieks that shook one's spirit and made one cover their ears uncontrollably. But even so, the detective did not put down the weapon in her hand.
After circling around, the flames in the metal tube slowly disappeared as though it had used up all its energy. Almost all the Bat Demons that were rushing toward them were burned to ashes by the scorching flames. Only a few of them were left, and they let out fearful cries before fleeing back into the dark sky.
The dark sky was filled with ashes that fell from the sky. The noisy space quieted down at this moment. Basazo, who was still showing off, had already escaped. Hence, only the panting sounds of Constantine and Angela could be heard in the darkness.
It was so quiet that one could almost hear their heartbeats.
"Ugh!"
Angela, who was stimulated by the disgusting smell in the air, couldn't take it anymore. She rushed to the side and started retching. Constantine's face was filled with the joy of surviving a calamity. He reached out and picked up the Book of Solomon from the ground. He hugged it in his arms and wiped it carefully. It was really too dangerous this time. If he hadn't remembered the Seal of Purification's incantation, and if Angela hadn't been merciful at the crucial moment …
They … would have been dead for sure.
"The smell of sulfur is so disgusting the first time I smell it. It'll be fine once I get used to it."
Constantine stood up and walked shakily to the completely destroyed car. He pulled the unconscious Father Hannasi out of the car. Then, he sat cross-legged at the side and lit a cigarette. He touched his neck from time to time. There were two terrifying burn marks there.
Demons were all masters at playing with fire, and they were very good at using this ability to torture their prey.
The pale Angela walked over and sat at the side. She played with the metal tube that had cooled down in her hands.
"What exactly is this?"
"Dragonfire, the only type of fire that can cause destructive damage to demons."
Constantine didn't even raise his head. "It's already used up all its energy. Either we replenish it with some materials, or it can only be used as a toy."
"Dragon?"
Angela's eyes widened. "There really are dragons in this world?"
Constantine glanced at her.
"You've seen demons and angels. Why can't there be dragons in this world?"
"Hey, buddy, can you do me a favor?"
A low voice suddenly sounded from the darkness to the left of the three of them. Constantine raised his head abruptly and saw a purple-skinned man wearing a flowery shirt and shorts. He had a golden chain with a devil's head and a tuft of purple hair on his head. He had a cigar in his mouth as he walked out of the darkness step by step.
His face was ordinary, and people wouldn't be able to remember him at first glance. However, his entire body was filled with an arrogant aura. Constantine's nose twitched. His fingers reached into his pocket and gripped the item inside tightly. He looked at the guy who suddenly appeared warily.
"Who are you? Why are you here? "
"Some bastard asked me to come and retrieve his things …"
Sim, who was in human form, pointed at the Book of Solomon in Constantine's arms. "Yes, that's the thing. Can you give it to me?"
Although it was a question, there was a hint of inquiry in his tone. Constantine sized Sim up and pursed his lips.
"Hmm … It's not that I can't. In fact, I'm very happy to hand it over. How about this, if you can …"
"Swoosh."
As he spoke, he threw out something that looked like a glass ball. He pulled Angela and dashed into the darkness behind them.
"Run!"
"The priest is still there! We can't leave him behind! "
Angela struggled, but she was dragged away by Constantine. "Nothing will happen to Hannasi. He's blessed by the heavens! Let's go! "
"Bang."
The small glass ball exploded in midair, and the flowing silver liquid splashed onto Sim's face. Like sulfuric acid dripping down, hot smoke rose from Sim's purple skin. However, he didn't show much pain on his face. He only pinched his chin and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"Oh, what's this? It feels like a basin of warm water was poured over my head … "
He looked at Constantine and Angela who had already dashed into the darkness and scratched his chin.
"Why are you running? I'm not going to eat you. Oh! Wait, there's a soul here … "
He pursed his lips and walked to Father Hannasi's side with a joyful expression. He reached out and was about to pull out the unconscious priest's soul. For a demon, this was the most suitable and easy thing to do. However, at this moment, a scream suddenly rang out from the darkness in front of them. It was Constantine's scream.
It sounded like a wild beast that had encountered an injury.
Sim's expression changed drastically. He turned and dashed into the darkness in front of him. If Constantine died, he didn't know how Saber would torture him.
On the other side, Constantine had just brought Angela out of the Curtain of Darkness that no one was controlling. In the end, they saw a flaming teleportation gate open in front of them. An old man with white hair and beard walked out of the teleportation gate. He was holding a crimson crystal-like magic staff, wearing a purple wizard hat with a sharp horn, and a long robe.
The old man's eyes were as sharp as knives. The moment he walked out, he saw Constantine who was running away in a hurry. More importantly, he saw the 'Book of Solomon' in Constantine's hands. The old man tapped his magic staff on the ground. Three balls of scorching flames burst out from the sky and twisted together before flying towards Constantine.
After the spells were thrown, the old man's voice rang out.
"Book thief! Return the precious demonic book that doesn't belong to you! "
"Bang!"
Constantine, who didn't expect that someone would jump out while he was escaping, felt the flames coming towards him from behind. He only had time to crush the protective crystal on his wrist before he was hit in the chest by the spinning flaming spear. He was sent flying without any resistance.
In mid-air, half of Constantine's clothes were ignited. However, that black windbreaker still stood firm in the flames, protecting Constantine from being burned to death by the magical flames. However, this flaming spear had both physical and magical attacks. Under the strong impact, Constantine was smashed into a bowl-sized tree branch not far away. The branch broke, and he lay on the grass by the side of the road. No one knew if he was dead or alive.
Angela, who was standing at the side, was dumbfounded. Tonight, she saw too many things that didn't belong to the human world. She knew secrets that ordinary people wouldn't be able to guess in their lifetime. After seeing angels, demons, devils, and dragon fire consecutively, she thought that tonight was exciting enough. However, she didn't expect that at the end, an old wizard wearing a hat would jump out and almost kill Constantine, who claimed to be the strongest exorcist in Manhattan, with a fireball spell.
"What … is going on with this world?"
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