I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 163 Fighting poison with poison
Constantine finally realized it now, and said blankly: "It used to be a black magician who developed a spell to summon itself.

This curse was included in the "Grimoire of Truth", poisoning countless mages?Why no one found out before? "

"The people who found it are all dead. And there are too many benefits of responding and summoning, not just teasing the mage.

In order for the spell to spread, most of the time, it probably will not harm the dark wizard, but will give some benefits. "Harry smiled wryly.

One of the laws of hell: All demons want to come to the world to be free and unrestrained.

Therefore, it can return to the human world through the spread of the curse, and there is no need to show its true colors every time and kill the black mage.

The second law of hell: Demons can gain power from sacrifices.

As long as the curse is spread, the black mage can sacrifice to it. Anyway, the real name is false, and he is not afraid of mages tossing themselves or stealing their power.

The third law of hell: the soul is the common currency in hell.

Wouldn't it be nice to enter the world in response to the curse and harvest a wave of souls?

With so many reasons, if it were Harley, as long as he had the ability, he would probably do the same thing as this demon.

"exactly."

It first glanced at Harry out of the corner of its eye, then looked at Constantine playfully, and said, "Playing with a stupid black mage like you is the best sport in hell.

Most of the time, I just want you to be unlucky, let you think that I am too strong, and the binding spell cannot be fully effective, but I will not suspect that there is something wrong with the spell itself.

And my great power deeply attracts you, next time, next time, you will summon me more carefully to make me happy.
In the end, when I get tired of it, any 'black magic backlash', your souls will completely belong to me. "

Then, the tall demon put together from corpses twisted and squirmed for a while, turning into a red-skinned humanoid demon with a height of [-] meters.

It has a protruding chin like a gorilla, fine scales, a pair of horns on its forehead, and a lizard tail on its lower body.

Although not handsome, but much better than before.

"Before it was the truth, and it was born from the heart. Now it is the appearance, which largely restores my original appearance.

Now that I've been recognized, I have to maintain some of my previous etiquette. "it says.

"Who were you?" Harry asked.

"A king from Central Asia, the Kingdom of Amadin more than 1 years ago, you probably haven't heard of it." It sighed.

Constantine was taken aback, and asked in a low voice, "King Amadin, have you heard about 1 years ago?"

"It's probably fake again." Harry shook his head.

It gave her a strange look, but it didn't object.

Constantine's cheek muscles twitched a few times, and he couldn't help cursing: "The duke-level demon is so timid, looking forward and backward, he has a kind of report!"

It smiled and sneered, "Yes, that's it, continue to struggle and please me."

"Fake, this bastard is too cunning." Constantine gritted his teeth.

"Cunning is the nature of demons, and it is an advantage praised by hell creatures." Harry complained.

"Alas, witch Harley, you are clever enough to read my mind, this game is starting to get boring.

Since we can't continue the performance, let's have dinner! "

It stretched out claws with sharp nails like daggers, and lifted Astra who was standing stunned by the side, "Boom!"

It crushed her little head.

A sharp murderous intent flashed in Harry's eyes, and without further hesitation in his heart, he quietly put his hands behind his back, and using the thumbnail of his right hand as a knife, he carved a rune on his left palm with all his strength.
"No!" Constantine's eyes were red and almost burst from their sockets.

"Hey hey hey" His performance pleased it again.

It smiled and licked the palm of the girl's flesh and brains, then closed its thumb and index finger, and pinched Astra's neck.

A translucent confused soul fell into its palm.

Constantine wailed, burst into tears, and rushed towards it in a frenzy.

"Don't be impulsive, John, that's what it wants you to do."

Frank and Rich held him tightly.

It held Astra in the palm of its hand, and said with a smile: "This is my reward for answering your summons. This child who has been tortured is not bad for leisure.

Thinking of having such a cute companion in the eternal years to come, I am a little excited! "

It stuck out its long, rough tongue and licked her face.

Constantine stopped struggling, and resolutely said: "The soul of a little girl is far less valuable than the soul of a warlock who has awakened magic power. You let her go and take me away."

"John!" Zed and Judith were shocked.

"It was my fault that I screwed up."

Constantine squeezed out an ugly smile, "They often say 'magic always has a price'. I dismissed it before, but now I understand. Today, I have to be responsible for my actions."

Harry was really impressed with him now.

"Hehe, it's really nice of you to exchange my things for my things." It smiled coldly, swallowed Astra in one gulp, and roared: "Today, you are all going to die, from the moment you summon me, your souls will die!" Already tagged me."

"I am the wizard who summoned you, and it has nothing to do with them." Constantine shouted with his face twisted.

Harry sighed: "John, it's useless. As long as it wants to deceive more mages with the real name spell, it will definitely kill people today."

As soon as this remark came out, Rich Judith and the others immediately expressed despair.

"That's right, you're smart enough and sober enough, but unfortunately, I hate dark wizards who are as cunning and vicious as me."

It suddenly stretched out its palm, facing Harry.
"Swoosh!" A bunch of blood-red horses shot out.
The entire room and the entire field of vision were filled with scarlet light.

"boom!"

The horse is trained like a giant blade, cutting on the protective magic circle, the golden light barrier collided with the bloody light blade, sputtering out brilliant and scattered light beams.

"Boom!" The ceiling, four meters high from the ground, was as crisp as a biscuit, and was shattered in the aftermath of bloody horse training.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The aftermath of just a casual blow pierced through the floor.

"God, what kind of monster is this!"

"No, it's a demon, the witch Harley is summoning a demon again."

Hundreds of people were reveling in the nightclub on the first floor. At this time, the ground collapsed and a large pit appeared, revealing the "Sajatana" and the protective circle inside.

Everyone was terrified on the spot at first, and then they ran away crying for their parents and mothers.

Halle played the cathedral demon video on the BBC that day, and they all watched it.

At this moment, I thought the witch was going crazy again.

Harry's face was a little dark, but he was more shocked.

It's not shocking how strong the demon's attack is.

It's normal for duke level demons to behave like this.

But Constantine's guardian circle can actually block it.

She turned her head to look at him, but the seven orifices were bleeding and crumbling.

Well, he is maintaining the magic circle with mental power and magic power.

"The party has just begun, where are you going?"

The body of 'Sajatana' is suspended in mid-air, with its left claw stretched out, and with a grip, the red barrier seals the windows and gates.

"Stab!" Like the sound of tearing cloth, another red horse shot out from its palm, sweeping across the hall, beheading hundreds of people in half, blood flowing into rivers, and viscera into marshes.

"Hahahaha!" It came up, with a fascinated look on its face, and it was pushed out with a palm. There was no magic power, but invisible and qualitative thought power.

The invisible wall pushed the crying nightclub guests to the corner, and a thick meatloaf was stuck on the wall without slowing down.

The blood pooled into a shallow lake in the hall.

"No, bastard, something is coming at me!" Constantine stared at it with tears in his eyes.

"Hahaha, Constantine, it's all your fault. You killed them. Cry and regret!" It became more and more excited.

Constantine's expression changed for a while, and the expression of determination was fixed on his face.

"You protect my body, I will fight it desperately!"

He calmed down and sat cross-legged.

"What are you going to do?" Zed asked nervously.

Frank, Rich, and Judith had already lost their minds in fear, and they were paralyzed there in a daze, without any response or language.

"I will use psychic skills to let the soul out of the body and drag it into Limbo Prison together." Constantine said resolutely.

"And then?" Sajatana didn't pay attention to her, and Harry simply stretched out his hand in front of him, carefully burning the formation and runes.

"In Limbo Prison, most of the magic power will lose its effect, and I will have a spiritual contest with it.

With my soul fighting technique, even if I can't beat it, it shouldn't be difficult to hit it hard with a desperate fight.

At least, can pull it back to hell. "Konstantin began to pinch his fingerprints.

"You will die, forever." Zed said excitedly.

"Hehe, I'm beyond redemption." Constantine smiled bitterly.

"Wait for a while, try my method first. If it doesn't work, you will explode yourself." Harry stepped out of the protective circle.

"What can you do?" Constantine was stunned.

"Just like you, fight poison with poison, summon big ghosts to drive out little ghosts!"

"Hey, you walked out of the protection circle?" Although Sajatana was intoxicated by the massacre, it didn't completely ignore the protection circle.

Just when it moved its body and was about to go over and give her a pike, Harry spread his bloody left hand and pressed it to the ground.

Leave a palm-sized fuzzy blood mark.

"summon devil @向blood as a guide, poetry as a sacrifice, respond to my call, Etrigen, son of Baal and prince of poetry!"

"Buzz!" The blood marks on the ground radiated bright red light, and magnified circle after circle in mid-air.

The magic circle, which is only the size of a palm on the ground, rises to a height of four meters and is already two meters in diameter.

"What poem did the mage call me to use?" A lazy voice came from the depths of the formation.

Harley didn't chant poems by herself, but stroked the arm of her injured left hand, where the rune was engraved in the palm, blood spurted out.

Following her thought, the splashed blood quickly condensed into four lines of words: The sun is at the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and if you want to see a thousand miles, you will go to a higher level.

"Thorn-"

Sajatana is not an idiot, of course he is unwilling to wait for Khalifa and Gong, and shoots at the summoning circle one by one.

"Boom!" A giant sword with half the width of the door protruded from the magic circle, firmly blocking the magic beam.

"The poem is too short, I'm lazy." Etrigen still didn't show up.

Harley gritted her teeth, squeezed out another bowl of blood, and gathered a piece of Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing" in mid-air.

A brawny man jumped out from the blood-colored magic circle, opened his mouth wide, and inhaled the whole blood poem into his stomach, his hideous ugly face showed a look of intoxication.

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles will not stay behind, good poetry, good poetry! Listen to it for a thousand years and never get tired of it!"

Tan skin, devil horns in the shape of bamboo shoots, big ears resembling bat wings, and wearing a royal blue cloak.

Over two meters tall, with big shoulders and round waist, seven parts like a human and three parts like a ghost.

"Damn it, it's actually Etrigen." 'Sajatana' looked ugly.

"Gudong!" Constantine swallowed and said in shock: "It is definitely a high-ranking demon, surpassing Sajatana in momentum.

Could it be that Harry hasn't lied all this time, then before I-"

He clutched his head in pain.

Self-blame and remorse flooded him like a tsunami.

Etrigen stared at Sajatana for a long time before trying to ask, "Are you Negal?"

(End of this chapter)