A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 463 John Constantine's Fangs

fighting!fighting!fighting!

Two men fought for a woman, and in this dark bloody factory, a near-fierce battle broke out. The blood mixed with the minced meat scattered, and the dull impact of fists to the flesh was mixed with the man's screams from time to time. .

Although it is said to be a battle, it is actually a one-sided crushing situation.

Facing Wilbur who was completely in a frenzy, whether it was strength, speed, or even various weird methods, Constantine, a completely novice god of death, was almost powerless to fight back, and could only let the other party torture and slaughter .

Over and over again, Lingchi, dismemberment, fancy killing.

All the executions that have occurred in the world and that can be imagined by human beings have all happened to him.

Wilbur vented all the resentment and jealousy in his heart on this man until Constantine was completely torn apart, and then he raised his head to the sky and let out a furious roar, as terrifying as a mad beast in a bloodthirsty state.

A large piece of bright red blood seeped into the ground, countless pieces of fingernail-sized pieces of meat fell like snowflakes in every corner, and there were also broken organs that were discarded. It was impossible for anyone to see it. This pile was disgusting. The toy was actually Constantine.

"Huchi...huchi..."

After venting for a while, Wilbur calmed down a little, staring forward panting.

Of course, the main reason for calming down was that it found that the bastard Constantine was really unkillable. No matter what method it used to kill Constantine, the bastard would reappear in the next second!

"Resurrected again..."

Wilbur's eyes were gloomy, and the roots of his teeth were about to be bitten into pieces, which showed how much he hated Constantine.

pat~pat~

A blond man with a decadent expression came out from the countless ghosts and ghosts, with firm and heavy steps, staggering slowly, his eyes were full of exhaustion and numbness that could not be concealed.

"Ok?"

Wilbur narrowed his eyes and suddenly noticed something strange.

The long river of blood that was flowing was about to dry up at some point, and the number of ghosts, who could be called huge, had decreased a lot without knowing it, and there were only about a dozen or so left.

A guess about Constantine quietly surfaced in his mind.

"Fake squid!"

After enduring the horrific torture, Constantine's spirit was on the verge of collapse, but he still raised a middle finger towards Wilbur, and said provocatively: "Come again, you son of a bitch!" bitch, I have nothing else but my life is hard enough, kill me!!!"

"Don't try to provoke me, John Constantine." Wilbur had calmed down now, staring at him coldly, and said, "This is the end of the game, I have seen through your clumsy and ridiculous tricks .”

Constantine was taken aback when he heard the words. Although he didn't speak, panic flashed in his eyes.

The fleeting panic was seen by Wilbur, which undoubtedly confirmed the guess in his heart: "If I guess right, the reason why you can be resurrected again and again is because those wraiths replaced you, right?" ?”

Constantine's eyes flickered, his lips squirmed, and he was about to refute, but was interrupted again.

"Don't rush to argue, Constantine."

Wilbur grinned, leaned down slowly, separated his legs back and forth, and raised the soles of his feet slightly: "What is the answer to the immortality, let me test it myself, won't I know?"

boom!

A huge force erupted, and the surrounding ground collapsed!

The powerful physical function has been improved several times again, so that Wilbur's speed has become faster, which has completely exceeded the dynamic vision of the creature. The naked eye can't capture its movement track at all, and can barely see a red light flickering in the dark .

"Blood Curse: Body Explosion!"

Pressing a palm on Constantine's chest, the hot flames were compressed to the extreme, and then exploded in the human body!

As the monstrous blood-red flames rose up, Constantine was instantly vaporized, not even a single bit of ashes remained.

A moment later, Constantine walked out from the river of blood that had dried up a little bit with a gloomy face.

"One, two, three...thirteen, as expected!"

Wilbur licked the blood on his palm and said with a smirk, "The moment you were resurrected just now, another wraith disappeared."

"...Did you see through my ability in such a short time?"

Constantine's face was quite ugly, and the consumption rate of the River of Dead Souls far exceeded his estimation.

"Judging from your expression, I guessed it right." Wilbur solved the mystery, and he was in a good mood for a while, with a sarcastic look on his face, and said, "Now you only have thirteen lives left. Have you figured out how to use it?"

"Uh... why don't you give it a chance."

Constantine was silent for a while, then raised his head and said seriously: "If I kowtow and admit defeat now, is there still time to join you?"

A sneer appeared on Wilbur's face, and he said, "Anyone can join us, except you, because you are the only existence that I must erase."

"Actually, I'm quite forgetful, do you believe it?" Constantine was still a little unwilling, and asked shamelessly.

Wilbur sneered, and then disappeared instantly.

Click!

A huge force struck, and Constantine's head was instantly twisted off.

"Konstantin, do you think I don't know about your tricks?" Wilbur held his head, looked at him with a grin and said, "Don't worry, your companion won't come over. Yes, your procrastination is pointless."

Constantine walked out of the Blood River in embarrassment, looked out with a disturbed expression, and gritted his teeth: "How do you know... I'm delaying time?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Wilbur held that head and said with a grin: "A shrewd man like you would rather endure dozens of deaths than leave me here. He is nothing more than waiting for that man in the hotel?"

Constantine's complexion changed slightly, but he didn't answer it.

"Let me tell you a desperate fact..."

Wilbur slowly spread his arms, and with a confident and calm smile, he said, "That man won't come, he was trapped by four weeping angels, and now he doesn't know which time and space he was thrown into. .”

"Then let me... tell you something too."

Constantine raised his head slowly, and said word by word: "I have asked you to kill so many times, but I am not just waiting for him to come."

"what?"

Wilbur was slightly taken aback, then laughed and said, "Konstantin, you are such an idiot, are you still planning to lie to me now?"

"Wilbur Whateley, since you are proficient in dark magic, it must be impossible for you not to know about the magic of the Cursed Killing series, right?" Constantine finally showed his fangs at this moment, his pupils flickered red like a devouring beast Guang: "You only need to use your own life as a sacrifice, and you can return the cursed killing magic to the victim several times."

Wilbur's complexion changed suddenly, recalling this curse-killing magic.

As long as the caster engraves a spell on the body, the person who hurt the caster will suffer several times the curse rebound. Among the many black magics, it is also quite extreme and terrifying magic!

"Hey~ Wilbur!"

Constantine showed a mouthful of white teeth, ripped off his clothes, revealing the skin engraved with bright red spells, a cold air shot out from his eyes, he smiled lightly for the rest of his life, and said with a grin: "Do you still remember, already How many times have you killed me?"

Wilbur's pupils shrank suddenly, and a chill ran from his spine to his forehead.

"Let me tell you the answer."

Constantine smiled happily, and even faintly gloated: "It adds up to a total of 72 times, that is to say, you now need to withstand 360 times the rebound of my curse!"

"wait wait wait!"

Wilbur was really panicking at this moment, with cold sweat running down his forehead, he shouted in horror: "Don't forget that if you dare to curse and kill me, you will suffer the corresponding pain yourself. You are just a human being, and I It's just a clone, there's no need to die with me!"

"Then try it."

Constantine said coldly: "Look at the two of us, who can bear it!"

"no no!!!"

"Eat your own blood, swallow my flesh."

Constantine chanted the incantation, plunged the blood-red blade into his heart, and roared sharply: "In the name of Cain, anyone who hurts my body will suffer five times more, and will never die. !!!”

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

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