His godly ascension plan was supposed to be perfect and flawless!
However, he never expected that Constantine would barge into this place and coincidentally awaken the sleeping Seraph!
This action caused the Seraph, which was about to be corrupted and corrupted, to suddenly gather some divine power and build a defense on the spiritual level, delaying its parasitic plan by more than ten minutes.
Damn it, damn it!
If he hadn't been entangled by that terrifying man and killed a body by unknown means, causing his brain, mind, and memory to be in chaos, he wouldn't have been able to investigate the situation here for a while, so how could he not have discovered that someone had broken into the factory!
The awakening of the Seraph delayed the project by ten minutes.
This was an unacceptable result for Wilbur, who was pursuing a smooth plan. After all, no one could guarantee what would happen in these ten minutes!
Everything was possible!
The closer the plan was to success, the more it could not relax at all.
There were plenty of examples of people who thought that victory was within their grasp, but the situation was reversed in real life, and it happened to have experienced it just now, so it had to be even more vigilant now.
"You.. Damn it!"
The anger in Wilbur's eyes surged, and he wanted to tear Constantine apart alive. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see if you can escape from me alive without the help of an angel this time!"
"Wait a minute."
Constantine's expression changed slightly, and the sense of incongruity became even stronger. "Have we met before?"
A part of his memories that had been erased, the angel that had saved him, and the tone of Wilbur. These fragmented clues were undoubtedly clear. Before he came to this factory, he had met Wilbur once, and had even fought him!
"Hehehe."
Wilbur smiled sinisterly, his expression indescribably strange. "This question, when you join us, you will naturally know. Now, just die with those questions!"
The sticky and viscous blood colored asphalt slowly dripped onto the ground.
As an invisible pressure rose up, it gradually spread out and formed a large pool of blood. It seemed to have a life consciousness as it squirmed, dyeing the ground in front of it a bright red. Soon, it was about to touch Constantine's location.
"F*ck!"
Constantine's expression changed slightly. He cursed and quickly retreated.
Based on his many years of experience in the magic world, this kind of thing that looked strange and not to be provoked was generally related to some dimensional Evil Gods. It was best not to be touched by these sticky blood stains. Otherwise, who knew what terrible things would happen.
"You want to run now? It's too late!"
But how could Wilbur do as he wished? He sneered, "Taste the power of your companion!"
The viscous blood that spread out from the ground rose up to a height of more than half a foot. Under the control of the ineffective power, it set off a huge wave. Layer upon layer, it let out a deafening whistling sound. The area covered by the huge attack did not give Constantine the slightest chance to escape.
"In the name of the Holy Father, the Holy Son, and the Holy Spirit!"
Constantine came up with an idea in a hurry. He took out a handful of white bone ashes from his bosom and threw them directly at the blood wave. "The light cast a sacred hexagram. Please give me a sharp blade of courage and break the darkness in front of me!"
White ashes floated in the air and turned into a rain of light arrows.
The rain of arrows that contained the power of the Divine Blessing instantly released a mighty light. The blood sea that touched the light seemed to be burned and made sizzling sounds. The evil and strange blood sea was directly dispelled by the Divine Power as if it had met its natural enemy!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Under the rain of the Divine Light Arrows, half of the blood sea instantly melted.
"I succeeded!"
Before Constantine could smile, a figure suddenly appeared in his eyes. It was Wilbur!
"Do you think I haven't seen your magic?" Wilbur showed his white teeth, and his eyes were full of killing intent. "John Constantine, I have already seen this trick of yours."
Shit!
Constantine's expression changed, and he hurriedly tried to escape.
However, in Wilbur's view, his movement was even slower than a snail crawling. He raised his pale and sharp palm and pierced through Constantine's chest like lightning!
Puchi
A strong force entered his body. The intense pain instantly swept through Constantine's brain, and he could not help but scream.
"Uh, uh, ah."
Constantine widened his eyes as if he could not believe it.
"It's over, Constantine."
Wilbur lifted him up in the air. The blood mixed with the broken pieces of flesh flowed out of the huge wound. He stretched out his tongue and sucked the blood and pieces of flesh into his mouth. He chewed them as if he was tasting a delicacy, revealing an evil smile. "Now, no one can stop me!"
As long as there was no Constantine, the angel would not be awakened!
He would forever sink into the bloody sea and the painful hell, until the Seraph wings that symbolized holiness and purity were contaminated!
"Hahahahaha.."
Wilbur swung his arm and threw the dying Constantine to the side, letting out an arrogant laugh.
Am I going to die?
Constantine, who was on the verge of death, was breathing weakly. He felt the scenery in front of him gradually becoming blurry.
Movement, perception, thoughts, etc..
Everything seemed to be gradually fading away from him, and the feeling of a heavy fall immediately appeared.
But at the same time, the broken memory fragments were being restored bit by bit. The lost memories were like a spring, breaking through the barrier of the seal and flashing crazily in his brain.
"Huh?"
Wilbur, who had just taken two steps, suddenly stopped. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine!
"Hey. Where are you going?"
Constantine slowly got up from the pool of blood. He held a bright red sword blade in his hand. His eyes were as crazy as a wild beast, as if he was about to devour someone. "Wilbur. I finally remember."
Wilbur's expression changed drastically, and his pupils could not help but contract.
"You are not Wilbur at all."
Constantine swayed twice and staggered to regain his balance. His fierce eyes emitted killing intent. "The real Wilbur has long been taken over by you, and the name of the angel you imprisoned is..."
"Shut up!"
Wilbur Wattley burst into a rage and let out a terrifying scream, smashing the ground and dashing towards Constantine, trying to stop him from taking out that name: "Don't say that name, I won't allow you to say that name!!"
"Let hell sing for it - the River of Dead Souls!"
Constantine puffed out his chest, his hands holding the blood-red sword blade as he stabbed it into the ground. He raised his blood-red eyes and said word by word, "Remember this name firmly, because it will end your conspiracy and end all this disaster."
Rumble.
Under the blood-red blade of sword, countless souls of the dead crawled out from the ground.
The faces were completely unfamiliar, but they all carried hatred and resentment towards the living. They swayed like puppets around Constantine, and the bright red blood flowed like a fountain.
Swish -
A cold light flashed, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.
With his superhuman physique, Wilbur forcibly broke Constantine's head and threw him to the ground.
Is it over?
It seems that... it is not!
Wilbur's pupils shrank slightly. He found that Constantine was not dead.
The head that had tumbled down was actually laughing strangely at him.
"Let me experience it."
Constantine did not feel the slightest bit of pain. He was like a crazed madman who was laughing loudly. Under the scattered golden hair, his pupils were scarlet as he stared at Wilbur. A cold chill came out of his teeth. "My zanpakuto - River of Dead Souls!"
Crash.
The quiet river of blood flowed. The ghosts and tormented souls with ferocious faces all opened their mouths and let out silent screams. Their pale eyes were full of resentment and pain as they stared at Wilbur.
Constantine's body, which had lost its head, was surrounded by those ghosts and tormented souls. As the range of the river of blood expanded, more and more ferocious demons climbed out of the broken ground.
A strong and pungent smell of sulfur instantly filled the air. There was also a suffocating smell of blood mixed within, just like a living hell.
Even though Wilbur had long been used to being stared at with this kind of resentful and resentful gaze, now being stared at by these strange things, he still couldn't help but feel a bit of chill in his heart.
"This... impossible!"
Wilbur's pupils slightly trembled, and he said in disbelief, "You are just a human. Your brain and heart have been severely damaged. How can you still be alive?"
"Human?"
The head of Constantine, who had been abandoned in the corner, had a hint of mockery in his eyes. His lips moved as he laughed mockingly, "Although I don't want to admit it, the current me is probably only at the soul level compared to normal people. I can still be considered a human."
The body of Constantine, who had lost his head, was now holding the sword blade that was still dripping blood. He slowly walked towards the head that he had been twisted off by Wilbur and left in the corner.
The headless body reached out and directly picked up his head. He patted the dust off his hair and pressed it on his neck as if nothing had happened.
"Huh?"
Constantine was stunned. He found that he was looking down and saw his butt. Then he clicked his tongue. "I'm sorry, this is the first time I've used this move. My head was pressed in the wrong direction."
Then, he held the wrong head with both hands and performed a scene on the spot for Wilbur. What was the meaning of forcibly turning?
Crack... squish...
Along with a numbing sound and the crisp cracking of bones, Constantine's head turned 180 degrees and returned to the front.
What the.. F*ck?
Seeing such a strange scene, Wilbur's eyelids jumped wildly. He even wanted to ask Constantine who was the real monster!
"Oh. That's right."
Constantine nodded with satisfaction. Then, he picked up zanpakuto, who was dripping blood, and showed his neat teeth to Wilbur. He said darkly, "Weren't you very awesome just now? Come on, let me see if you can kill me!"
"Don't be too arrogant, human!"
Wilbur was enraged by his actions. His body emitted a terrifying evil aura. The viscous blood around him turned into burning flames and instantly covered the entire factory. "You just gained a bit of ability. Do you really think you can fight against me as a god?"
Bang
In the next moment, the air suddenly exploded!
The visible circular airflow suddenly exploded one after another, accompanied by a huge sonic boom that was enough to pierce the eardrums, a blood-red violent figure tore through the silent factory.
The hard ground that was made of cement seemed to be trampled on by thousands of beasts after the blood-red figure sped away. It continued to collapse in the violent tremor. The billowing wind carried gravel like a destructive storm, appearing in front of Constantine in the blink of an eye.
Its speed was too fast!
Constantine was shocked. The strength of Wilbur's body had almost reached an inhuman level. His whole body blurred into nothingness because of his extreme speed. Even the strong wind that blew in his face produced high temperature due to the intense friction.
The wind pressure pulled out at high speed was like the sharp sword after grinding. It rampaged all over his body, cutting deep wounds that reached the bone. Hot blood spilled out and splashed all over the surrounding ground.
Constantine forced himself to open his eyes. He endured the stinging pain in his eyes and aimed at the blood red figure's route. He raised his hand and directly slashed sword!
This time, sword did not have the slightest technique. It could even be said to be very crude. The only thing worthy of praise was perhaps his strength was still passable.
Sword, who was waving, slashed down. It struck the blood-red figure. However, Constantine's expression changed. This was because sword did not feel any sort of force on his body. It was as if he had hacked into the air.
In the next moment, blood splashed out from behind him!
His flesh and blood were forcefully torn apart from the middle by some sharp weapon. A palm covered in blood went straight through his left chest. His five powerful fingers were like iron pincers, pinching the beating heart.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The heart that had been brought out of the body, along with the thick and large arteries, contracted and expanded in Wilbur's palm, beating vigorously.
"Blergh!"
Constantine spat out a mouthful of blood, stiffly turned his head, and directly met Wilbur's eyes that were glowing with an evil red light.
"Compared to your companions, you are too weak." Wilbur stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on his lips. He smiled darkly and said, "I want to see if you can still be resurrected after being chopped into meat paste!"
Constantine's pupils dilated slightly. A chill went straight to his head from the bottom of his heart. He could guarantee that he would not die, but this did not mean that he could not feel pain!
If he was really chopped into minced meat, like those humans who were thrown into the meat grinder, it was simply impossible to imagine how much pain he would have to endure.
Wilbur did not give him a chance at all. His five fingers suddenly tightened and crushed the beating heart!
Bang -
The heart was forcibly crushed into minced meat. A terrible pain hit the brain nerves. Constantine's eyes darkened and he almost fainted from the pain. He let out a miserable scream.
However, this was just the beginning.
After the previous two tests, Wilbur knew how strange Constantine was. Even if his heart and brain were destroyed, he could still be resurrected after a period of time, so he calculated more thoroughly!
"Blood Curse - Erosion!"
Wilbur's eyes were cold. A ball of bright red flame ignited in his hand. It flowed into Constantine's body like a poison, dissolving all his organs and muscles into a pool of blood. In the end, only his head was left.
Pa!
Wilbur sneered and stepped on Constantine's head.
The head was like a watermelon that had exploded. White and sticky red substance splashed out, covering the expensive leather soles of the shoes.
"Tsk. Dirty human."
Wilbur frowned and rubbed the soles of his shoes in disgust, rubbing off the brain fluid.
But when he looked up, he found that the blood river was still there, and the ferocious ghosts were still standing there quietly, watching him silently.
"Why are these things still here?" Wilbur's face suddenly changed, and he had a bad feeling.
"Because... I'm not dead yet."
A low and hoarse voice sounded. Wilbur's pupils shrank into needles in an instant. He saw an intact Constantine slowly walk out of the ghosts.
"This... impossible!"
Wilbur widened his eyes. "Your body has already been dissolved by the Blood Curse. Why is it still here? What the hell are you?"
"What is it?"
Constantine grinned. "Actually, I am also very curious now. Can an existence like me still be considered a human?"
"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third time, and a few times!" Wilbur's eyes were blood-red. Anger left him with only one thought, and that was to tear this man to pieces!
Was it.. anger?
Perhaps there was, but it was not completely.
What really terrified Wilbur was that the immortal body he dreamed of was so easily obtained by an ordinary person. This kind of jealousy and hatred was something he could not accept.