Angel starting from American comics

Although Kangzhou is a continent in name, it is actually a small town affiliated with New York. The transportation is very convenient and can be reached quickly by train. Many office workers on Wall Street live here and rely on trains to commute to get off work.

And the city remains peaceful today.

The soft sunshine covered the lawn, a rare blue sky appeared, and many people gathered outdoors, sunbathing and playing basketball.

And a small building on the edge of the city has its doors and windows tightly closed, rejecting all interference from outside things. The owner of the house was an old lady. Later, it is said that her daughter took her to Washington, so the small building was sold to an old lady. wack.

This place is remote and few people come here, but the weirdo enjoys his leisure time and spends most of his time in the house. He goes out once every half month to buy large and small bags of things, and then never goes out again.

In the basement, a thin man with a hooked nose and zealous eyes held a bloody object in his hand. The first red liquid on the ground carved a strange magic circle that looked like a medieval Jesus Christ.

There was a strange feeling permeating the whole room.

The hook-nosed man licked his thirsty upper lip excitedly and squeezed the blood clot in his hand.

咔

Like a penetrating wound, blood splattered everywhere.

He spoke slowly:

"In those three thousand years, Satan will always come again

Black is watching, blue fruit

"

As the chanting became more rapid, the pressure in the air seemed to become deeper and more depressing.

The air in the room suddenly tightened, and red light shone through the formation carved with blood, and the entire room was illuminated by red light.

Following a trembling sound, the red light in the center of the array slowly extinguished, and like a chain reaction, the entire array dimmed.

The man stepped forward quickly and saw a jet black feather in the center of the formation.

He picked up the feather and couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Is he really here?" The blond boy wore a hood and walked on the neat streets of Kangzhou. There were buildings on all sides and people walking leisurely.

Today is not the weekend, and Amy didn't see many young people when she came here.

The news given by the owner of the victim company made Amy set her sights on this small town.

"Although it is a small town, the area is not small at all. Finding people here is undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack."

The police also came to investigate here, but found nothing. Amy just came to try her luck.

Suddenly, a feeling that made his heart palpitate surged out from the bottom of his heart, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible, and cold sweat automatically flowed from his forehead.

"What's going on?" Amy's Adam's apple slid up and down, and she suddenly looked to the southwest. There seemed to be something over there.

"Old Pixar" the hook-nosed man in the basement sneered and picked up the black feather.

The man lit a cigarette and flipped through a notebook amid the curls of smoke.

His name is Pierce, and he used to be a professional motorcycle performer. However, in recent years, his reflexes and various physical qualities have declined drastically. After all, time is not forgiving.

On an outdoor adventure, he and an old friend discovered a ruin that might not even be a ruin.

There were several notebooks in there, all of which were densely packed with black magic experiments. At first, he thought it was someone's random prank, but when he tried the Pixar experiment, he discovered that it actually works.

This discovery made him very excited, and he immediately prepared to study it carefully, maybe he could use these magics to regain his glory.

The hundreds of pages in the notebook are basically a dark magic experiment that the owner of the notebook calls a "grand idea."

summon demon

Summoning the devil in exchange for whatever he wanted, Pierce put out his cigarette.

The person didn't write down the results of the experiment, but it seemed to be successful.

But what does it mean to summon a feather? Pierce was flipping through his notes.

"Demon Fallen Angel" Pierce's eyes widened suddenly.

"So, is it actually a token of the fallen angel?"

Pierce stuffed the feather into his inner pocket and hastily grabbed a handful of items on the table.

砰

Pierce gasped as he closed the door and ran towards the suburbs.

It was already eleven o'clock when Amy arrived at Pierce's residence. He was so hungry that he didn't have time to eat lunch before he realized that the palpitations in his heart were getting worse, and he clearly felt that it was coming from this house.

Amy stepped forward, easily pried open the door, and walked slowly into the room without yelling or other actions to scare the snake away. There was probably a cruel murderer here. Amy held the dagger in her backhand. .

But after going through all the rooms, no one was here.

Finding that the people in the room had run away, Amy followed the guidance in her heart and came to a dark basement.

Snapped

Turning on the light, I saw the dark red blood stains on the ground, as well as the densely packed witchcraft tools on the table.

"right here"

Lisa suddenly appeared, her voice a little urgent but not panicked: "Hurry up, this guy is summoning fallen angels, I don't know how he knows this magic circle."

Amy noticed the helplessness in Lisa's tone and suddenly asked: "Where is the fallen angel and why haven't I seen it yet?"

"Well, there is too little power of faith in the magic circle. I guess I can only summon a token or something like that."

Fallen angels are also angels and need divine guidance to know the direction, and the guidance they need is any negative emotion.

"The feeling of being called is very uncomfortable, and many people are unwilling to respond to the call under such circumstances."

"what's the situation"

“Without sacrifice, there is no sincerity.”

In an open space on the outskirts of Kangzhou, a once violent and huge beast lay helplessly on the ground, its blood carving three circles around it.

This is an American black bear. Pierce held the feather in his hand and continued to sing.

"In those three thousand years, Satan will always come again

Black is watching, blue fruit

"

With a burst of brilliance, a dark ink stain appeared a few meters above the open space, seeming to darken the blue and white sky.

"Cluck, cluck," the excited Pierce opened his eyes wide. He had suffered so much, spent so much energy, and even killed his long-time friend Pixar, wasn't it just for this moment?

The motorcycle actor, who was over forty years old, bent his knees and was about to kneel on the ground. He had a wish and needed to pray to this fallen angel, and it didn't matter even if he had to pay anything.

At this moment, the mosaic around the black figure slowly faded away, revealing a beautiful girl wearing a pitch-black robe. Her pitch-black broad wings seemed to block out the sky and the sun.

"Hey" she seemed to see Pierce on the ground: "It's you who called me. This world looks very interesting."