The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

John Constantine...

Cain speaks English with a very peculiar intonation, each word exudes a strange fluctuation, the voice seems to come from an extremely distant space, and each sentence has an echo that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

He paced around Konstantin, his handsome face falling into the shadows, Cain went on.

You followed the footsteps of St. William to find my tomb, and took the holy blood from my little pool of blood. This is a gift that even my devout believers do not have.

So how do you want me to repay your favor? To sleep with you?

Cain's face was slightly startled, but he quickly returned to normal, turned his back to Constantine, but turned his head slightly to look at him and said, Tell me, how is the current magic world?

Magic world? There is no magic world anymore. Constantine said in a mocking tone: It's a coincidence that you came back. The demons finally couldn't help harvesting their believers. They collectively broke the contract and took back the magic they lent. Master's power, if you want to rule the world, now is the time.

No, I'm not that stupid. I know that my enemies are not demons, but angels. They never gave up the idea of ​​destroying me. Cain continued in that strange tone.

You want me to help you deal with the church? Constantine sneered and said, You don't really think my reputation is better than yours, do you? I can't get into any of the forty-six cathedrals in England. , even appearing at the door will be beaten.

That's because you owe the angels too much, and they owe me.

Let's not talk about old accounts, let's talk about business. Constantine sat cross-legged on the ground, curling his lips indifferently.

In the next second, he was grabbed by a pair of bloody hands. Scarlet Queen Mary stretched out her hand towards him, and pressed him against the wall with her claws condensed by magic, strangling her neck tightly.

Constantine struggled instinctively, and Mary floated in front of him and said to him, Listen to the master, you damn stray dog!

Put him down, Mary. Cain smiled, staring into Constantine's eyes and said, He is as pure as a newborn baby now, and I have never seen such a pure and innocent human being. soul.

Constantine was put down. He lay on the ground and coughed twice, clutching his chest. With some difficulty, he got up with his back against the wall, because Cain had already walked in front of him.

Your act of invading my tomb for no reason really angered me. When I followed the breath of blood to trace your location, I discovered the strangeness of your soul—the pure breath awakened my love for blood. I have already discarded the dirty and unclean blood of ordinary human beings like shoes.

You want to suck my blood?

Constantine showed a slightly crazy smile. He opened his arms, turned his neck to one side, and said, Come on, Your Majesty Cain.

You're very witty. Cain grabbed Constantine's chin with one hand and forced him to look at him, staring into Constantine's eyes with those bright red pupils full of mysterious lines.

Adam and Eve ruled the days and nights of the Garden of Eden respectively, and when the pure blood of Abel flowed before me, I and my descendants have forever the twilight of Eden's blood, from which we can drink up the purity, into a great force.

Cain's voice came closer, and when his tusks were close to Constantine's neck, he heard Constantine whisper in his ear: Kill me, and I will return to my lord. , eternally pure...uh!

The sharp fangs pierced Constantine's neck, and as the blood flowed out, Cain's voice became clearer and clearer.

God will not save you, sinner, he will only cast you out, and spend eternity in sin and fire, but I appreciate your piety, for it makes your death sweeter.

With the loss of blood, Constantine's eyes gradually lost their luster. Cain showed a smile of enjoyment, but the smile on Constantine's face was worse than his.

The hand holding the wall fell down weakly, and the second before Constantine lost his last vitality, his voice echoed in the dim room.

You will eventually know that the wicked have a savior for the wicked...

He's dead. Lilith's voice sounded in Red Robin's mind, and then her tone was filled with curiosity: Is that what you're looking at? Boy?

Something's wrong. Red Robin said, frowning. Woe to everyone who thinks Constantine is easy to deal with.

I know a little about the Dark Justice League—there is no person in this world that Constantine dare not use. He is best at using other people's emotions to drive them to do things for him, including enemies and his friends. In other words, he is better at Use friends.

Do you think he has a plan? Then what do those words he said before he died? Lilith asked as if chatting.

Konstantin doesn't believe in God. Red Robin shook his head and said, I believe he would cheat God if given the chance.

Then he frowned and repeated Constantine's last words: 'The wicked have a savior for the wicked'... I guess, he may be trying to use someone who will come to save him.

Constantine had said to Jim that a friend of his had paid his debts and saved him, and since that friend was willing to pay so much, it would be impossible to watch him die again.

Red Robin suddenly raised his eyes and said, Konstantin bet that he will save him, avenge him, and...kill Cain for him.

In Hell, in Azazel's palace, Schiller and Azazel were sitting face to face on the long table in Hell, drinking and chatting, while Red Hood was sitting next to him and reading a book.

Your strategy is very effective. Azazel's tone concealed joy. He took a sip of the bloody wine and continued: All the demons who borrowed power broke the contract at the same time. The magic world is in chaos. We Years of painstaking management have not been in vain, and those stupid mages have long been inseparable from our power.

Suddenly, the black mist around Azazel dissipated, but what appeared in it was not the horned demon image commonly seen in hell, and it was also different from the appearance of Belial and Beelzebub who were close to animal incarnations, Azazel Zazel is a standard humanoid, with blond hair, blue eyes, a handsome face, and a pair of huge black wings behind him.

Seraphim Azazel—the guardian of heaven, the scapegoat who suffered for the Lord. Schiller said to Azazel with a smile.

It's all old calendars. Azazel said coldly.

Schiller was about to say something, but Azazel saw his expression change. Then, the smile on Schiller's face disappeared, and turned into a slightly surprised expression.

...Bold and reckless. Schiller whispered with some sighs, Azazel didn't know who he was evaluating.

Schiller stood up from his seat and turned his head to look out of the window of the Demon Palace. Suddenly, two entangled souls flew out of the window to Schiller's hand. Schiller's eyes flashed, and the soul turned into pure white in his hands. point of light.

Azazel's six huge wings spread out at once, he soared into the air, and flew into the midair above the throne, he glared at Schiller, and roared.

You're an angel?! You lied to me!!!

Konstantin... Schiller read out the name of the soul, and he took a deep breath, seemingly unbelievable.

Azazel in mid-air was also silent. A few seconds later, he folded his wings and landed on the ground. Looking at the light spot in Schiller's hand, he asked in surprise:

You became the Lord of Constantine? How did you do it? This cunning human once played all hell!

This is my private matter, Your Majesty Azazel.

When Schiller looked at Azazel, Azazel cursed in a low voice: Where did Lucifer find another fallen angel?!

How on earth did you get Constantine's soul? Azazel asked again.

Heaven and hell can't get his soul, because you don't really want to save him. I suffered on his behalf and became his master.

I am indeed an angel, and after one of his daring offenses, another me signed a contract with him... I have some private matters to attend to, His Majesty Azazel, so I will leave first.

Azazel snorted coldly, but said before Schiller left the throne room: Be careful Gabriel, he once made a great vow to judge all fallen people. Although it is stupid, it is very annoying.

Schiller paused, but still said, Thank you for your reminder, Your Majesty.

In the Forgotten Bookstore, the red hood covered his head and woke up in a daze. He found himself lying on the table with an empty wine glass in front of him.

Is this a dream? Red Hood asked hoarsely.

Suddenly, he saw a cup of hot water in one hand placed in front of him. The red hood raised his head and met a pair of barren gray eyes. He broke out in a cold sweat almost immediately.

Drink it. Schiller's tone was very gentle. He looked at the red hood and said, I'm afraid you will have to study by yourself for a while, because I have to occupy this body to deal with some private matters.

The red hood picked up the wine glass with slightly trembling fingers, took a sip of water mechanically, he couldn't look away from Schiller's slightly unfocused eyes, but he still put down the wine glass and said: You...not the one professor?

That's understandable. Schiller said with a smile.

After he was about to turn around and go upstairs, Red Hood stood up and stopped him, asking, What are you going to do?

With his hands on the buttons of his suit, Schiller lowered his eyes and said, Someone killed my lamb, and I have to get his blood back.

Can I go with you? Red Hood took a deep breath, and continued, I'm not done with my class yet.

I'm afraid it's not something you want to learn.

But I can see.

If you don't feel dizzy, come on, but wait for me here first, and I'll go change.

Red Hood stood by the stairs. He watched Schiller walk into the bedroom door. Not long after, he changed into a dark red three-piece prince suit and walked down the stairs while buttoning his suit.

Red Hood had already reached the door, he turned to look at Schiller and asked, Where are we going?

But Schiller shook his head. He walked to the table by the window and sat down again, then pointed to the seat opposite and said, Sit down, we have to go to hell again.

The red hood felt a little puzzled, but he did as he did, and soon the figures of the two appeared in Azazel's palace again, and Azazel frowned and stared at the reappearing Schiller.

Why don't you seem to be...

Your Majesty Azazel. Schiller interrupted him with a raised tone, and continued: Let's make a fair deal, you tell me where the person who killed John Constantine is, and I will pay you.

Azazel showed an expression of interest, and he said, I don't think you will have a reward that will satisfy me...

The reward is Constantine.

Schiller walked up to Azazel unhurriedly, and when he met those barren gray eyes, Azazel took the lead to look away.

Schiller opened his hand again, and he stared at the soul light spot emitting strong fear fluctuations with his somewhat lax gray eyes, and with the other hand, he pulled out one of the intertwined twin light spots, and sent it to A In front of Zazel.

You, all demon kings, Constantine, whom all hell and heaven long for—this human being who has played tricks on you, will fall into your hands.

Azazel listened to the tragic cry of Constantine's soul, and then looked at Schiller's desolate gray eyes. He suppressed his heart, took half a step back, and said indifferently: Everyone has his own salvation. Lord, he is your lamb.

Yes. Schiller lowered his eyes again. There was no anger on his expression, but a slightly mocking helplessness. He looked at the soul light that was pleading and screaming in the palm of his hand and said.

But like he's played with you countless times, this smug little lamb wants to use me.

I'll go get his blood back because it's mine, but I hope that you and all the demons in hell who hate him will teach him a lesson that satisfies me. As long as the soul is intact, hell should do what it can. Treat him... that is the price of purity.

Azazel took a meaningful look at Schiller, turned around and walked back to the throne. He sat down on the throne, leaning on the armrest with both hands, listening to the screams from the soul light spot.

No, no... Schiller!! No!!!!!!

Azazel's extremely excited voice echoed in the palace.

The deal is done, Cain...kill your lamb.

After the treatment of bats and Zhakang, no one can run away