Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

Its ascension plan should have been perfect!

　　, I never expected that a hundred secrets would let Constantine break in here, and happened to awaken the sleeping Seraph!

　　 This action caused the Seraph, who was about to be polluted and corrupted, to suddenly gather a little sacred power and build a defense on the spiritual level, delaying its parasitic plan again for more than ten minutes.

　　 Damn... Damn it!

　　 Had it not been for that terrible man, and use unknown means to kill a body, causing confusion in his brain, mentality and memory, and for a while, he would not be able to detect the situation here, how could he not find someone broke into the factory!

　　 Seraph revived and woke up, delaying the ascension plan for ten minutes.

　　 This is an unacceptable result for Wilbur Waterley in the pursuit of a smooth plan. After all, no one can guarantee what will happen in these ten minutes!

Everything is possible!

　　 The closer the plan is to success, the more it cannot relax.

　　 Those who think they have a chance to win, but have been reversed, are everywhere in real life, and it happened to be experienced once just now, so now we must be more vigilant.

　　 "You...damn it!"

Wilbur Waterley's eyes were full of anger, wishing to tear Constantine alive, gritted his teeth and said: "I want to see, this time without an angel to help you, can you run out of my hands alive? !"

"Wait a minute......."

　　 Constantine's face changed slightly, and the sense of disharmony became stronger: "Did we two have met before?"

Some of the erased memories, the angel who had saved him, and Wilbur Waterley’s tone, these fragmentary clues undoubtedly proved that before he came to this factory, he talked with Wilbur Waterley. I have met once, and there have been battles!

　　 "Jie Jie Jie......"

Wilbur Waterray smiled gloomily, with a strange expression on his expression: "This question...when you join us, you will naturally know it. Now I still have those questions. go to hell!"

　　 The sticky and creamy **** asphalt slowly dripped onto the ground.

With a rising invisible pressure, it gradually spread to form a large pool of blood, which wriggled as if with life consciousness, smudging the ground in front of you into a bright red color, and it was about to touch Constantine soon. Ding’s location is now.

　　 "Fak!"

　　 Konstantin's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly drew back and cursed secretly.

Judging from his years of experience in the magic world, things like this kind of things that look weird and uncomfortable are generally related to certain dimensions of evil gods. It is best not to be touched by these sticky **** asphalt, otherwise God knows What horrible things will happen.

　　 "I want to run now? It's too late!"

　　 But how could Wilbur do as he wished, sneered and said: "Taste the power of your companion!"

The viscous plasma spreading on the ground directly rose more than half a foot high, and under the control of ineffective power, a huge wave was set off, layer upon layer of deafening whistling noises, and the huge attack coverage did not give Constantine the slightest escape. chance.

　　 "In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit!"

　　 Constantine was anxious to be wise, took out a handful of white ashes from his arms, and swayed it directly toward the blood wave: "The light casts the sacred six-pointed star, please give me the blade of courage, and break the darkness in front of me!"

　　The white ashes floated in the air, turning into a rain of rays of light.

The rain of arrows containing the power of sacred blessing bursts forth with mighty majesty in an instant. Whenever the sea of ​​blood that touches that light makes a sizzle as if it has been burned, the sinister and weird sea of ​​blood is directly sacred when it encounters a natural enemy. The power of dispelling!

　　 bang bang bang bang...

　　 Under the arrow rain of sacred light, most of the blood sea melted instantly.

　　 "Success!"

　　 Before Constantine's face had a smile, a figure suddenly appeared in his eyes, and it was Wilbur Waterley!

"Do you think I haven't seen your magic?" Wilbur Waterley bared his white teeth, his eyes flashing with the killing intent: "John Constantine, this trick of yours, I I've seen it a long time ago."

　　 was...it's bad!

　　 Constantine's color changed, and he was about to flee the place.

　　 However, in Wilbur's eyes, his movements are almost slower than the crawling speed of a snail. He lifted up his pale and sharp palm and pierced it directly like an electric light, piercing Constantine's chest like a broken bamboo!

　　 噗嗤! ! !

　　 A strong force penetrated into the body, and the intense pain instantly swept through Constantine's brain, and couldn't help but scream.

　　 "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

　　 Constantine's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.

　　 "It's over, Constantine."

Wilbur forcefully lifted his whole person in the air, blood mixed with broken pieces of meat, splattered along the huge wound, and his tongue would fall into the mouth of the blood and minced meat on his face, as if tasting the delicious food. Chewing so carefully, showing an evil smile: "Now...no one can stop me anymore!"

　　 As long as there is no Constantine, the angel will not be awakened!

　　He will sink forever in the **** of blood and pain, until the wings of the Seraphim, which symbolizes sacred purity, are contaminated!

　　 "Hahahahahaha..."

　　 Wilbur shook his arm vigorously, throwing the dying Constantine aside, and let out an arrogant laugh.

　　 I... am I going to die?

　　 Constantine, who is dying, feels like a gossamer, feeling that the scene in front of him is gradually blurred.

　　Temperature, perception, thinking, etc...

　　 Everything seemed to be gradually moving away from him, and the feeling of weightlessness appeared immediately.

　　 But at the same time, the broken memory fragments are being glued and restored bit by bit. The lost memory is like a fountain at this moment, breaking the barrier of the seal and madly flashing in the brain.

"Um?"

　　 Wilbur, who had just walked two steps, stopped suddenly, and suddenly felt shuddering!

　　 "Hey...Where are you going?"

Constantine slowly got up from the pool of blood, holding a bright red blade in his hand, and his eyes were crazy like beasts, as if he was about to choose people and eat them: "Wilbur Waterley. ..... I finally remembered."

　　 Wilbur Waterley's complexion changed drastically, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

　　 "You are... not Wilbur Waterley at all."

Constantine swayed twice, staggering and regaining his footing, his fierce eyes exuding murderous intent: "The real Wilbur Waterley, you have taken over yourself a long time ago, and the angel who was imprisoned by you. ..... His name is..."

"shut up!"

Wilbur Waterley was furious ~www.NovelMTL.com~ with a terrifying scream, crushing the ground and rushing towards Constantine, trying to prevent him from retrieving the name: "Don’t read that Name, I don’t allow you to pronounce that name!!!"

　　 "Let **** sing praises-the river of dead souls!"

Constantine straightened his chest, held blood-colored blades in both hands, and plunged into the ground fiercely, raising blood-red ray eyes, saying word by word: "Give me this name firmly, because it will Put an end to your conspiracy, put an end to all these disasters."

　　 rumbling...

　　 Countless dead souls crawled out of the ground under the bright red and **** blade.

　　 One after another completely unfamiliar faces, but with hatred and resentment towards the living, swayed like a puppet, surrounded by Constantine, with bright red blood flowing like a fountain.

　　唰——

　　 A cold light flashed, accompanied by the sound of broken bones.

　　 Wilbur relied on his superhuman physique to break Constantine's head abruptly, and then dropped it to the ground.

has it ended?

　　 It seems... not!

　　 Wilbur's pupils shrank slightly, and he found that Constantine was not dead.

　　 That rolling head was actually smiling at him.

　　 "Let’s see..."

Constantine didn't know the pain at all, as if a crazy lunatic was laughing, his scattered blond hair had scarlet pupils, and he gazed at Wilbur faintly. A cold air burst from between his teeth: "My Zanpai Knife-Death The River of Souls!"