"So, in the end, you didn't disappoint me. Ha..."
A deep voice came from beside the muddle-headed Constantine. It cleared his tormented mind a little. The right side of his body was cold, and the left side was hot. It was as if he was holding an oversized stove. The scorching temperature came from his palm and went up his arm.
It was as if he was holding an oversized black hole in his hand. It was constantly devouring his energy and attention, making it very difficult for him to maintain his consciousness.
It was like a special state of mind imprisonment. In fact, after coming into contact with the Spear of Fate in his hand, Constantine's observation of what was happening in the outside world was in a special state. It was like the Mind Cage that Saber once experienced by Professor Charles.
His inner soul and outer body were forcibly separated in a way. It was as if he was playing a terrible role-playing game. The character he was playing was his real self. The most terrible thing was that the current Constantine seemed to be seized by the system. He could only watch as his body acted.
It was very difficult for him to give orders to his body anymore.
"Heh... you're the knife, and I'm the meat. You can cut me however you want."
Constantine blinked his eyes with difficulty. "Mock me as much as you want. I've already lost completely. I can do anything as long as you don't forget what you promised me."
"Of course..."
The voice sounded again. "Cheryl's soul and spirit will travel through dimensions with the Son of Darkness. How about it? Do you want me to give that poor girl a special chance and let her ascend to heaven? You don't know what kind of torment she suffered in hell … "
"No! There's no need! "
Constantine waved his hand with difficulty. "There's no need. I only want her to rest in peace... That heaven is not prepared for a poor person like her. I also don't want her to become a vessel that has lost her consciousness and is only left with a divine body. That's not heaven at all. It's just another hell."
"Hahahaha. This is probably the funniest and most ironic joke I've heard and seen in the past 100 years. You have a very deep understanding of heaven, but clearly, you still have some prejudice against hell."
The voice became joyful. "Tell me, Constantine, is it really because of love that you are willing to give up everything for her? Or are you saying that you just want to atone for your sins? To be honest, there are many old acquaintances of yours waiting for you in hell. Your soul has been in high demand recently. "
"When you finally walk into prison, you realize that more than half of your cellmates were sent there by your own hands. Ha, that's why I say, that's true despair."
While the two voices were talking, the ritual of the believers of the Son of Darkness had reached the end. Isabella's body was completely submerged in the water of her death. At the bottom of the azure pool, there was a complicated summoning circle filled with various forms and patterns. It was too fancy.
It was perfectly in line with Mammon's despicable personality.
Water was the source of life, but on the magic side, water would be regarded as the best medium to communicate with other dimensions. Legend had it that the oldest gods were born from water. Take Constantine, for example, as an exorcist, many of his rituals needed to be carried out through water.
It was more like a passage.
The moment Isabella's body came into contact with the magic circle, a purplish-black light lit up in the center of the magic circle and quickly spread throughout the entire magic circle. It was like a series of lights that were lit up, and a strange gas escaped, quickly dyeing the entire pool black.
Like a fluctuating sea, waves of water burst out in this narrow pool. The dark light jumped even more violently, and at this moment, it even suppressed the lights in the entire basement, making them shine, adding a touch of strangeness to the scene of the ritual.
In the deepening darkness, a white dress became more and more conspicuous. The water changed its shape, like a group of wailing ghosts. They formed their own bodies with the water and lifted Isabella from the bottom of the water bit by bit.
The girl who had lost her life, and even her soul had been taken to the underworld, was given another state of existence by the stronger darkness. Her breathing recovered, and her stiff hands began to wave, as if her soul had returned to her body.
This was natural, because it was impossible to possess a corpse. This was also the reason why the sorcerers did not pay attention to Isabella's case. A body that had lost its life had no spirit, and could not be used as a vessel. Mammon took advantage of this blind spot in his thinking.
Is Isabella really dead?
Yes, from a material point of view, she was truly dead. However, from a spiritual point of view, she wasn't completely dead. If one had to describe it, she was like a lit candle placed in an atmosphere with very little oxygen. It would slowly extinguish, and when the last spark flickered, as long as it was placed back in normal air, it would be able to burn again.
Thus, when the soul that was detained in hell was sent back, she was alive again. But believe me, this is definitely not a blessing.
Bang!
Isabella's body was thrown to the side of the pool. The pain of the impact made the girl groan in pain. She struggled to open her eyes. Her face was very similar to Angela's, but there was a pair of different gray eyes. She looked around in fear. In her eyes that could see evil spirits, the pool was surrounded by howling Earthbound Spirits.
They circled around her, frantically trying to grab her and hurt her, but they could not succeed. There was a dark power lingering in her body.
A stiff figure walked out from the darkness, holding a dark golden dagger in his hand. In the dim light, he walked towards her step by step. Isabella instinctively felt fear. She was wearing the dress that was meant for the corpse, and her whole body was wet. She retreated with difficulty, and her pale face was filled with fear.
She looked at Constantine's cold and dispirited face, and his calm eyes. She asked in a trembling voice.
"Who are you? What do you want? "
"Complete the ritual!"
Constantine spat out coldly, and a faint light flashed in his eyes. "Cry to your heart's content, scream to your heart's content, call for help to your heart's content, and then sacrifice everything for the descent of the Son of Darkness."
He reached out with his empty right hand, grabbed Isabella's wet hair, and dragged her to the side of the pool, walking into the darkness. Isabella's body struggled frantically, but she could not stop the footsteps that were slowly dragging her into the abyss.
"No! No! Sister! Angela, come and save me! Come quickly! I beg you … "
Hum …
At this moment, Angela, who was staying in the New York Sanctum, was calmly making bullets with melted sacred silver under the guidance of Santos. This was only the most basic knowledge to become an excellent exorcist, but Angela's bullets were different from other exorcists'.
She silently used the knife in her hand to cut open the warhead of the reloaded sacred silver bullet and carved it into a cross. This action made Saber, who was sitting at the side, nod in satisfaction.
In order to increase lethality, this ancient reloaded bullet was filled with a little lead. What Angela was doing was letting the lead inside the bullet leak out. This way, when it hit its prey, the warhead would immediately expand, shatter, and expand the wound area, making the bullet even more fatal.
To put it in another way, if one was hit by such a bullet, only one out of ten people would survive. It was the same for those evil spirits and holy spirits with physical bodies. After their bodies were destroyed and only their spirits were left, exorcists had 100 ways to play them to death.
This cruel method of modifying bullets had long been banned internationally. Obviously, Angela's transformation was faster, more ruthless, and crazier than Saber had imagined.
In Saber's eyes, this girl was like a pile of firewood that had been ignited, just like Kevin back then. She would either destroy her opponent, destroy her enemy, or destroy herself.
"But only when you are like this … you are the most beautiful …"
Saber narrowed his eyes, admiring the scene of an ordinary person sliding into a colder abyss, falling step by step into the darkness. This kind of drama … he would not get tired of it even if he watched it ten thousand times.
"Hmm …"
Angela pushed a magazine full of sacred silver bullets into the chamber and pulled the safety. But at that moment, her expression suddenly changed. She clutched her chest and fell to the ground. Santos was stunned. He tried to help her up, but Angela pushed him away. The girl struggled to crawl forward on the ground. Finally, she lay at Saber's feet, panting.
She looked up at Saber, her forehead full of cold sweat, a trace of ecstasy, shock, and a trace of pleading.
"I feel her! Isabella … My sister, she's alive. She's begging me to save her in her mind! I can feel it, just like when we were young, the connection between twins. She's begging me to save her! I've never felt such a strong feeling … "
"Hmm?"
Saber narrowed his eyes. "Where is she?"
"To the east! She's in the east! "
Angela reached out and grabbed Saber's leg, like a drowning person grasping at a straw. "Help me! Help me! I'll give you anything you want! Help me save my sister! "
Saber looked at the fingers that grabbed his clothes. He looked at the blue veins on the fingers that popped out. He bent down and pried Angela's fingers off one by one.
"Girl … You still haven't learned that people have to rely on themselves …"
He looked at Angela's desperate eyes.
"Is it painful? Watching your loved one fall into a desperate situation, and you can't do anything about it? "
"Remember this feeling, girl … This feeling is called shame, cowardice, weakness … This is the feeling of the weak. I'll help you, but only this time."
He sat on the chair and placed his hands on the armrest. Slowly, he took out the silver helmet from his bosom.
"What I want is very simple. It's not even worth mentioning to you …"
"What do you want! I'll give you everything! "
"I want … your loyalty, your … soul!"
Angela did not hesitate. She stood up, grabbed the rune dagger at her waist, and used the sharp sword to cut her arm a few times. Blood flowed freely. Although it was not lifelike, it was still obvious that it was a small demon, a tattoo that was feared in Gotham.
Seiber glanced at the bloody imprint, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and covered the arm with it.
"For a girl like you, this thing is too ugly. Go and change it another day."
He put the mask on his face and strode out of the Sanctum. Angela, who was covering her arm, and Santos, who was wearing a warrior's helmet, followed behind him and quickly disappeared into the night.
Hogness and Strange stood on the second floor and watched the whole scene. Strange felt a chill run down his spine. He had never seen Saber like that. Hogness, on the other hand, had his white ivory pipe in his mouth. He stroked his beard and glanced at Strange.
"Now do you understand what kind of person your friend is?"
The old mage chuckled and waved his left hand in the air. The Fire Crystal Staff appeared in his hand. "You still think that he's a hero. You think that he's a trustworthy person. You say that he'll give everyone the responsibility in times of crisis."
"I admit that what you said may be right … But now, you have seen his inner self. I heard that the Ancient One once wanted to bind him? Well … It was a wise choice. Unfortunately, the Ancient One failed in the end. "
"Saber. Hawk, he is a … A demon in the human world, and he enjoys the moment of being a demon."
The old mage strode down the stairs with his staff. Since Long-Distance Teleportation could not be used, he had to take a car to get there.
"Stay away from him, Strange. Don't stand on the opposite side of him. He will be the most dangerous enemy, but he will also eat you in one bite."
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