The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Azazel finally took Constantine back to his palace, and Constantine met Lucifer there.

I thought you didn't care about hell at all.

Constantine sat on the ground with his back leaning on the pillar in the center of the palace, Azazel stood beside the throne, and Lucifer stood in the center of the hall.

If it's just the demon kings starting the war, I don't care about it, but don't tell me that you didn't notice that the angels started to move again.

Lucifer began to pace the center of the throne hall, with a rare heaviness in his tone.

About a few days ago, a few uninvited guests visited my new bar in Seaside City. They were not ordinary humans, but their disguise almost fooled me.

Constantine, who was leaning on the pillar relaxed, frowned slightly, and Lucifer sighed softly and said, I sold the bar in Los Angeles and came to Seaside City. Few people in the magic world know about it. For months, only ordinary people have come here to spend.

When those people entered the bar, I didn't find any traces of energy on them, so I naturally thought they were just ordinary customers, until the experienced local bartender I hired told me that their expressions and actions Something's wrong.

The bartender thought they were thieves, but I found out that they might come from the church, and they are the minions of the group of angels.

Lucifer stopped in his tracks, crossed his arms with both hands, and said with a frown: Generally speaking, the pastors or bishops of the church will have obvious traces of the power of faith, and I can smell that kind of power a few kilometers away. It smelled bad, but there were no traces on the few people that day.

It must be Gabriel's handwriting. Azazel snorted coldly, leaning against the side of the throne and said: That chicken with feathers is best at this method, and this is why hell has not accepted fallen angels since a long time ago. The reason for this—Gabriel even sent his men to hell to get information.”

Lucifer raised his eyebrows and said, Michael and I both know that heaven and hell are ruled by God. We are not really enemies. The vigorous battle of Fallen Heaven was just to declare that I paid for my betrayal. A big price to pay, God and Michael knew that, Gabriel didn't.

For many years, only he has been seriously insisting on fighting hell, and he thinks it is a means for him to gain glory in heaven. He feels that Michael has been appreciated by God through the battle of falling into heaven, so he has always wanted to launch a second The Battle of the Fallen Heaven reproduces the path of glory that Michael once walked.

Speaking of this, Lucifer sighed deeply, as if he was lamenting Gabriel's IQ, he shook his head lightly and said, Perhaps he is the only one in heaven who thinks that God is completely just, and thinks that as long as he does well, Well, you can gain affection and status.

But the fact is completely opposite. Azazel walked down the steps of the throne hall, and said: God will give status to whomever he likes, not whoever has status can get God's favor.

Constantine sneered and said, Are there not many fools like this in heaven? Cain thought that he could get God's favor by offering good sacrifices, but in fact, God liked his sacrifice because God liked Abel. .”

God is never fair. Lucifer lowered his eyes and continued, Just like every parent in this world, but Gabriel doesn't understand this.

Instigating the contradiction between heaven and hell is Gabriel's means to gain status for himself. I don't care what hell will become, but I can't tolerate this idiot disturbing my life like a fly.

So you came to me. Constantine sighed, put one hand on his curled knee, and said, Because His Majesty the Great Satan insists on his own identity, he is unwilling to be with Gabay, who ranks last among the archangels. Lie personally cares about it, so you want me to disgust him.

Just like you have always done. Lucifer walked up to Constantine, reached out to help him up, and said, You are very troublesome for demons and angels, and this time is no exception, isn't it? ?

Schiller left your soul in hell and tortured you, and I can let you out and let you do something else while he won't find out, how about?

Lucifer handed Constantine a cigarette, and Constantine lit it and put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke and said, Torture me first, then let me go, as a grace, okay Let me obediently do things for you...

Constantine walked up to Lucifer, blew a puff of smoke in his face, and said, Lucifer, have you been away from hell for too long, so you haven't kept up with the trend of technological innovation of demons and deceiving people? Are you so old? Are the tricks still in use?

With a sound of huh, Lucifer spread his wings on one side and patted Constantine to the ground. He lowered his eyes and looked down at Constantine and said, You know, it was Schiller who threw you here, the devil! They are just taking revenge for playing with them before, and I forgive you.

You are wrong. Konstantin turned over and lay flat on the ground, took another puff of cigarette and said, I deeply repent for my inappropriate behavior in the past, and intend to use my pain to appease the anger of all victims , I don’t need you to save me, get out of here.”

Lucifer took a deep breath, and Azazel walked up quickly, looked at Constantine and said, Konstantin, are you crazy? Do you want to continue to suffer in hell?

You're right, that's what I thought.

Lucifer folded his wings again, walked to Constantine's side, half-kneeled down and looked at him and said, John, what are you going crazy about? Can't I ask you for help as a friend? ?”

And Constantine lay on the ground on his back, closed his eyes, and muttered in his mouth: If there is no hope, no one will count on me. I am disgusted and curious, and I am afraid and fascinated. I always appear in the moment of despair of others. , because they would never think of me unless they were desperate, this is the curse they gave me...

Lucifer's eyes widened at first, and then he covered his eyes and said, It's over, another crazy one! I knew that everyone who was close to Schiller would have such a day...

Kneeling on the spot for a while, Lucifer stood up, turned to Azazel and said, Don't count on Constantine, go and find out what Gabriel is doing now.

Your Majesty, you acquiesced in our collective breach of the contract just to catch Gabriel, but the group of people from the Archmage League have already planned to renegotiate with us, and my agent has not heard any news about Gabriel. Are you really going to give up the chance to control the magic world?

It's better not like this. Lucifer and Azazel walked out of the palace together, and he said as he walked, That proves that his plans are very big, not even in the human world.

Can he still invade hell?

He has always wanted to do this, arouse our anger, and force us to launch a second war. If he cannot succeed, find out his location first. As soon as there is news, let the agent go to my bar to find me.

The noon in Plymouth was still a little gloomy, the clouds were very low, as if water could be wrung out at any time, the rain clouds that had accumulated for a long time were finally overwhelmed, and when the bean-sized rain fell, the pedestrians on the street hurriedly wrapped up Put on your coat and hurry towards your destination.

Schiller, wearing a red hood, walked down the stairs to the basement of the watchtower. When he opened the door, he was slightly taken aback, and said, Interesting.

Red Hood walked in first. He looked at the scene in the basement. He first checked the fragments of the eggs that were completely shriveled and stuck to the ground, then looked at the magic circle drawn in the center, and finally fixed his eyes on the one in the corner. On a pool of blood.

See what's coming? Schiller asked.

I'm not as good at reasoning as Tim. Red Hood frowned and said, But I can still see that this pool of blood is incompatible with these things around.

From the point of view of time, the magic circle drawn with blood and the strange blood-stained fragments appeared earlier, but this pool of blood appeared later. The blood and blood-red fragments used to draw the magic circle look similar to Human blood is different, even if it contains human blood, it should be a mixture of multiple blood types, but the pool of blood by the wall belongs to one person.

Very well, then whose blood do you think belongs to?

I can't say for sure. Red Hood shook his head, and said very honestly: It's Tim's unique skill to judge gender, age, body shape and even occupation just by looking at the blood. Sometimes I suspect that he is a vampire. Why? How can you guess so much with just a little blood?

Schiller also walked into the house, carefully avoiding the magic circle and those disgusting debris, making sure that his shoes would not get dirty, he walked around to the wall, stared at the pool of blood and said.

It was the blood of Constantine, who became Cain's food.

What about the corpse? Red Hood looked around and said, Vampires should only drink blood, so where did the rest of the corpse go?

That's the problem. Someone took my things and left before us. Schiller squatted down and carefully checked the shape of the blood edge, and then said, Or the corpse left by itself.

The red hood shivered, and he looked at the strangely shaped sacrificial utensils in the dark room and on the table. He felt a chill down his back, but he still couldn't help asking: The corpse left by itself? Could it be? Did Constantine really escape from hell?

The next second, the red hood met Schiller's desolate gray eyes. He immediately took a step back, shrunk his neck and said, Dangdang is of course impossible, and Constantine will definitely listen to you.

Schiller looked back, stared at the footprints on the shoes, narrowed his eyes slightly and said: A certain soul entered Constantine's body, controlled his body and left here, so the question is, who is he? ? Where did he go now? And why did he do it?

A chaotic and noisy sound came from inside the bar, and the loud music made the floor vibrate. Bennett covered his ears, turned to Jim and said, Do we have to come here? I'm really going to be so noisy !

Calm down. Dead Boston said: This group of people can still sing and dance now, which means that they are in good condition. What we want is such an ally.

Jim didn't say anything, and quickly pushed open the door of the bar. The tall guard standing at the door glanced at the night blade on his waist, said nothing, curled his lips, and let the group of people in.

Jim passed through the twisting crowd on the dance floor and walked quickly to the bar. Sure enough, he saw a black man dressed in a jazz style facing the wine cabinet and wiping the wine glasses. He took a deep breath, stepped forward and knocked on the counter , to the black man.

Midnight, long time no see, how are you doing recently?

The black man called Midnight turned his head and saw Jim, raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes again, and snorted twice.

Master of the Night? Why is the legendary hero of Mai Ya free to visit the humble house?