"Ahhh!"
Isabella struggled frantically. The girl who had just returned to her senses was tied to a steel platform by chains engraved with runes. The collision of the chains and the steel brought a series of noises, echoing in the darkness. It was like a gloomy hell, but her pain did not come from this kind of bondage, but more in response to the pain inside her body.
The clothes on her abdomen were cut open, and there was a moving black shadow on her originally smooth lower abdomen. It seemed to have self-consciousness, struggling frantically in Isabella's body. It roared through Isabella's skin with its ferocious face, and its low voice echoed in the darkness.
The girl's skin was like a cage, binding it and unable to break free. It was eager to be free, eager to be free from the world it was about to torment.
That was Mammon, who had entered Isabella's body in a physical form. He only needed to open the shackles to enter the human world.
But it was not that easy …
This method was more similar to natural childbirth, like the process of carrying a baby for ten months. This form of crossing the boundary was difficult and taboo, because entering the human world with a physical body, but the power of the agreement and the Wall of Reality was still blocking it. Before that wall was broken, relying on the Son of Darkness's own strength, it was impossible to break through the barrier of Isabella's thin skin.
That was just a manifestation of a certain rule. It was necessary to cross the Wall of Reality freely and not be caught by Ancient One who monitored the world.
This was the weakest link in the huge plan, and it was also the most likely to be dangerous.
Constantine straddled Isabella's body in a very indecent posture. His body pressed against the girl's legs, and the dark golden tip of the spear in his hand shone in the darkness. He raised it high, as if he was going to cut open her skin in the next moment and release the Son of Darkness into the world.
The surrounding darkness was silent, as if waiting for Constantine to make the final choice, but he had maintained this posture for a full minute.
"I want to see Cheryl!"
He raised his head and looked at the empty darkness in front of him, like a gambler who had been forced into a desperate situation. His eyes were red, and he whispered, "I want to see her!"
"Sooner or later, what's the point?"
The dark voice sounded in the air, "After you do what you have to do, you will naturally be able to see what you can see. I never break my promise, and you know that very well."
"I'm a terrible person, I know, I'm a gambler, I'm a drug addict, I'm a liar, and I know all of this."
Constantine struggled to control his body with his will. He stared at the empty darkness and spoke with a heavy tone.
"But no one ever said that Constantine is an idiot, do I look like an idiot? Do you think I'll believe the words of a demon … I said, let me see her! Otherwise you won't get anything! "
"Oh, are you threatening me?"
The voice voice voice, "But what are you going to threaten me with? Constantine, could it be that a scoundrel like you is counting on Gu Yi to save you? You and I, you, you and I I, you, you and I, you and I, you, you and I... you..... and you, you, you and. you.... of you.....
I said! Let me see her! "
Constantine's tone became agitated. He swung the Spear of Fate in his hand with all his might. He wanted to stab down and end everything, but he was stopped by Constantine's power. Before that, he had never had such a strong resistance, so much so that the voice in the darkness was surprised.
"You still have some hidden …"
Constantine turned his arms backward, facing the back of his hands in front of him, and slowly closed his arms. A scorching breath surged in his body, burning his sleeves at this moment, revealing the runes he had engraved on his arms. He did not use any magic materials, and it looked like he had cut his flesh with a sharp weapon.
It was ferocious and full of a special kind of beauty.
The Flame Triangle on his left arm and the Holy Arrow on his right arm. The two complete runes reorganized into a new rune the moment Constantine's arms closed.
"I have held the Book of Solomon for 24 days …"
His ferocious eyes looked through his arms at the black vortex that had appeared in front of him. "Don't tell me you're the same as them, thinking that I've only learned those magical seals … You're underestimating me too much!!!"
"Δικκκκιν Διβασ Διαραγphilosophers.Intoδ Διατ Διω Διωτε Διωτε Διωτε Διωτε Διωτε Διωτε Διωτε."
Constantine recited a spell with a thunderous voice. The Solomon runes on his arms glowed with a crimson light, as if a complete magic array had been activated.
Boom!
Orange-Red flames surged from the ground beside Constantine and Isabella, engulfing them in an instant. The Viscount of Darkness, who had yet to cross the boundary, screamed in agony in the flames that were different from those in the modern world. Obviously, these flames could hurt him.
However, the dark vortex looked on coldly, and didn't even have the slightest intention of intervening. If there was a real big shot behind the vortex, then he must be watching Constantine's struggle as if he was watching a show.
"Awoo!!"
A long barking sound came from the flames, like a command to the flames. The flames wrapped around the ground quickly dissipated as if they had never appeared. Constantine was already standing beside the metal platform. Because Mammon had been injured by the flames, Isabella's pain was slightly reduced. The poor girl had already fainted.
Nothing seemed to have changed, but behind Constantine, there was a huge monster.
It looked like a combination of many wild beasts. It had the body and tail of a lion, as well as a mane. However, in front of its body, there was a pair of eagle-like claws. Where the bird's head should have been, there was a ferocious face. It was a face similar to that of a Pharaoh's hunting hound. Its eyes were shining with a bloodthirsty light.
It was an azure halo that represented an intelligent existence. The moment it appeared, it locked its gaze on the dark vortex in front of it. The moment this five-meter-tall monster raised its head, the feathered wings on its back spread out with a bang. It was like an emblem that was placed horizontally behind Constantine.
"Solomon's 72 Demon Pillars, Solomon's Mad Dog Graiyanla Boer … I really didn't expect an ant like you to have mastered such a summoning technique."
The Dark Vortex was not in a hurry. He spoke slowly.
It said slowly, "This is your leverage to threaten me. You are threatening me. If I don't agree to your request, you will let it swallow Mammon's carrier and its pitiful existence?"
"Wow …"
The guy hiding in the darkness let out a pretentious cry of surprise.
"This is really a terrifying threat. How should I react? Should I scream? Should I crawl out of the darkness crying, kneel in front of you, and beg for your forgiveness? "
"Constantine …"
The voice became gloomy. "You have made the wrong choice. You have no idea what kind of power you have chosen to fight against!"
"I don't care what you are! I don't care if you are a demon from hell or an angel from heaven! I don't care what you want to do to this world! Destroy it or modify it! I don't care about anything! I only want Cheryl Constantine! Return her soul to me! "
Constantine raised his left hand high. Under his command, the giant dog and griffin behind him opened its mouth, as if it was going to swallow the woman in front of it in the next moment.
"Otherwise, you will pay the price!"
The voice in the darkness did not speak again. It seemed to be frightened by Constantine's desperate gamble. In a few seconds, the only thing that shone in the air was Zha Kang's heavy breathing and the sound of the Mad Dog Boer's wings flapping as he summoned it.
"Sigh … I knew it. Everything will not go as smoothly as planned."
The voice in the darkness sounded again. It was not as domineering as before. Instead, there was a trace of disappointment and helplessness. "So, how long are you going to watch this show?"
"Hum."
As soon as Constantine finished his sentence, a golden light abruptly shot down from the top of his head. Caught off guard, the Spirit Detective subconsciously thought that Constantine was going to break his promise. He ordered the Demon God Borl to devour Isabella. However, the moment the Demon God's head was about to hit Isabella, a sword of light flashed from behind him. Like a sharp blade, the Demon God's seal of existence in the mortal world was dispelled in the light of flames.
"Bang."
In the instant that Graiam La Bohr's enormous body disappeared from its original position, an ice-cold toe stepped on Constantine's face.
"You still can't learn … Constantine, as expected, you only know how to use such deceptive methods to achieve your goals. I've told you long ago that you are hopeless. Cheryl is hopeless as well. Yet, you are unwilling to give up. You are as stubborn as a fanatic when it comes to this matter … Do you really want to make up for the sins you've committed?"
When Gabriel reappeared in the human world, she still had the image of a mature and mature elder sister. But, this time around, her attire was very … um, very retro.
She was wearing a silver female armor with a laurel crown on her head. Her short wavy golden hair was slanted to one side. Behind her were two spread open white wings. Above and below her wings were two pairs of illusory wings. She was holding a blazing sword of flames in her left hand. In her right hand, she was playing with the spearhead of the Spear of Fate that was originally in Kang Sidan's hand.
The appearance of this image meant that Gabriel was no longer an ordinary mixed-blood. She must've paid some sort of price to project her power into the human world. This still couldn't be considered her true body. But, it was enough for her to display combat strength surpassing that of the human world.
She stepped on Constantine with her cold toe. Under such heavy pressure, the Spirit World Detective was unable to resist at all. Gabriel raised her head and looked at the dark vortex.
"Look, you've lost again. Lucifer … Just like before, in this kind of game, you always bet on the wrong thing … In the end, I still have to clean up the mess."
"Yes, I've lost."
The voice in the dark vortex sounded a little lazy. "Just as you said, he chose to resist in the end. I thought that a person like him wouldn't be as stupid as an ordinary person, but I didn't expect that this kind of stupidity would seep into his bones … Okay, okay … You win. After everything is over, I'll give New York to you, but his soul will be mine!"
"An interesting soul that will definitely return to hell. I'm very interested. But now, let's get down to business. Release it and let it do what it needs to do!"
Gabriel lowered her head and looked at the struggling Constantine. She turned around and raised the Spear of Fate in her hand.
"You know what? Constantine, compared to New York, I actually want your soul more. This kind of city is everywhere in the world, but your soul is special. I've been watching you silently for ten years … I've seen a lost soul wandering on the edge of depravity with my own eyes. Every day, I've been thinking and guessing when you'll truly fall into darkness. "
"You've surprised me. You've persisted for ten whole years … What made you endure that kind of pain that seeped into your bones? You even used a disgusting appearance to disguise yourself … Is it really because of love? With a mortal body, with such a reason, can you explode with such great power? "
The archangel chuckled and looked away.
"Forget it. This is just my interest. It can't be compared to the will of the gods in the outer realm. So … Farewell, Constantine!"
She closed her eyes slightly and stabbed the dagger-like spearhead in her hand. This time, nothing could stop her.
Poof!
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