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　　 "Nexia, I don't understand..."

Constantine couldn't bear to look at the plight of those people anymore, took a deep breath and closed his eyes, the roots of his teeth were almost crushed, and said: "Wilbur Waterley built this factory, it is impossible that it was just for torture. Do they satisfy their perverted desires?"

　　 "Remember the plan of ascension mentioned in the manuscript?" Nekhya said.

"Remember, from the literal meaning, it should be Wilbur's plan to become a god?" Constantine recalled the content mentioned in the manuscript, although there are not many specific descriptions of'ascend the gods' , You can see some clues.

　　 Wilbur Waterley suspected of acquiring endless knowledge and mana from books handed down by the family, and thus became a powerful black magician, proficient in many unheard of dark magics he had never heard of.

　　Magic is a double-edged sword.

　　 Constantine has personally learned this truth from a long time ago. Newcastle’s experience tells him that the more powerful the power, the more the limit, and even one carelessness will lead to the opposite of his own will.

　　 It is not difficult to believe that an aristocrat who has never touched the realm of magic will inevitably change his temperament after obtaining such a complex dark magic, especially since he once held a mysterious ritual and obtained endless knowledge from it.

　　 It was this wrong behavior that led to Wilbur's decision to become a god.

　　 Although Constantine is not clear about how the so-called ascension will proceed, and the specific content of the ritual, he is sure that the price Wilbur needs to pay is definitely not something he can afford.

　　 "What is the relationship with these ordinary people?"

Constantine was very confused and said: "I also dabble in dark magic. With the greed of those dimensional demon gods, the population of a small city can't satisfy their appetite, unless they can sacrifice half of the earth. How could it help him become a god?"

　　 "You are only half right."

Nexia raised his hand to lift a strand of blue silk that had fallen from the temples, and said lightly: "Wilbur is not proficient in black magic, it is another kind of more evil magic. These people do not use it for sacrifice, but use it. To endure the torture."

　　" An expression of shock and confusion flashed across Constantine's face: "But...why is this?

"Because only these tortured and painful souls can help him complete the most important part of the plan of ascension." Neksia gave him a meaningful look and said: "Only born in filth and evil, full of The painful soul that has been tortured can contaminate that existence."

　　 "Pollution... who exists?"

　　 Constantine was suddenly startled when he heard the words, and vaguely felt that he had forgotten something.

　　 "Constantin..."

　　 "Constantin..."

　　 "Constantin..."

　　 The seemingly non-existent voice that reverberated in his ears just now seemed to have become clearer again. The voice lingered in the depths of his mind, murmuring and repeating his name.

　　 "Hey, Neksia..."

　　 Constantine's face changed slightly, and he turned to the **** the side to verify: "Someone is calling my name, did you hear it?"

　　 "No, I can't hear you."

Nexia shook her head and said that she hadn't heard it, but then the conversation turned around and suddenly said, "But the voice calling you is real, and only you can hear it, so don't be too nervous. ."

　　 It turned out that it was not an illusion caused by his exhaustion!

Constantine suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if something was coming out of it. He couldn't help clenching his teeth and holding his head shaking. Ten fingers were inserted deeply into the roots of the hair, and his breathing became rapid. Up.

　　 A strange sense of violation quietly spread from the bottom of my heart.

　　 All the surrounding scenery suddenly became illusory and hazy in his eyes, and countless overlapping phantoms appeared, a strange memory that had never been seen before, flashing through his mind like lightning!

　　 "Newcastle...I remember!"

Constantine read the name of the place, and a gleam of light gradually appeared in his confused eyes: "I...return to this place to save the little girl Astra, but I... It seems that one thing has been forgotten?"

　　 "The second memory is triggered."

　　Nekxia nodded slightly, her pink cherry lips let out a sigh of relief, and patted her chest, saying, "Fortunately, you remembered it in time, and the time is still too late. Let's go to the next place."

"No wonder you haven't reminded me that the trigger is my memory?" Constantine covered his head with one hand, and the effect of the pain was still vaguely still, with a cold air in his mouth: "If I didn't recover my memory, would it just Means, we can't stop Wilbur?"

　　 "At least, the future I know, yes."

　　Nexia's eyes were a little sad, and said: "If you have walked here and you haven't recovered your memory, then we will win the chance in the end, and it will be infinitely close to zero."

　　 "What is the chance now?" Constantine asked curiously.

　　 Nexia thought for a while, and said, "50%... already very high."

　　 "Half and half...okay."

　　 Hearing this, Constantine regained his spirit and smiled optimistically: "At least the probability is higher than when I bet with the devil."

　　 During the conversation between the two, they have come to the deepest part of the factory.

　　 A huge iron gate stands in front of it, on which is depicted a huge number of complicated spells. Just looking at it is enough to make people dazzling, let alone crack or understand the meaning of these spells.

　　 "Is that Wilbur still a human?!"

　　 Constantine only glanced at it and felt that his head was about to explode, and he raised his hands directly: "Don't expect me to open this iron door. I don't even understand what it says."

　　 "No, just leave it to me."

Nexia slowly pulled out the Zanpaku Knife on her waist, with a dignified expression in her cold expression, and said: "After I open this iron gate, Wilbur Waterley will appear immediately, I I will do my best to hold it for you, and you can only rely on yourself for the rest."

　　 "Gudong......"

　　 Constantine was infected by her seriousness, and swallowed, "Wait, you don't seem to tell me, what are you going to do?"

　　 "Wait for you to go in, naturally you will know." Nekhya looked back into his eyes and said.

　　 "Do you believe me that way?" Constantine suddenly panicked, what if he didn't know what to do?

But unfortunately, Nexia didn’t answer him, and walked towards the iron gate step by step. The slender blade glowing with white opalescence released a calming spiritual pressure in this dark environment. Quietly read:

　　 "Everything travels backwards, a hundred generations of passers-by, such as a shadow, to spend time in sorrow."

　　 "It's life as if it floats, its death is like a rest."

　　 "卍解—— Floating Life!"

　　 The next moment, the iron gate shattered.

"go!"

　　 Nekxia drank clearly.

boom!

The spiritual pressure brewing on Constantine's feet suddenly erupted at this moment, galloping past like lightning~www.NovelMTL.com~, rubbing Neksia’s side, and rushing straight into the shattered iron gate. Inside.

　　 boom——

　　 The earth-shaking violent vibration rushed from behind along with the billowing air waves!

　　 Constantine didn't dare to look back, and rushed forward desperately. He knew that as long as he hesitated, he would be completely torn to pieces by the cold gaze behind him!

　　 The iron gate is still a dark passage.

　　 He didn't know how long he ran until he saw a fiery pain in his lungs before he saw a glimmer of light.

　　 A stream of majestic vitality continued to come, and at the same time the voice calling him became clearer at this time.

　　 Finally, he came to the end.

　　 A pot-shaped culture tank filled with bright red blood was hung in the air by countless iron ropes engraved with curses, and the pipes that had absorbed the painful soul were connected to the thing from all directions.

　　 was imprisoned in the training trough, turned out to be a woman!

It was a woman with a beautiful face. The scattered blond hair was very conspicuous in the blood. She wore a gorgeous golden armor dress. Her face was as white as jade, as if it were carved by ice crystals, without any flaws. Her tall nose was perfect. In the dividing line, the two red lips are plump and thin, and the eyes are tightly closed, as if sleeping.

　　 But if only this is the case, it is not enough to shock the old driver Constantine.

　　 really shocked him beyond the limit, and even the numbness of his scalp and chills from the soles of his feet were the six sacred and pure huge wings growing behind the woman!

　　 This is a...the imprisoned Seraph!