The Death Knell

"A strange request, at least for another spellcaster." Madame Shangdu used magic to summon a teapot carved with gold and silver, let it float and poured herself a cup of black tea, and said: "Take the initiative to find Kang. Of the people of Stantin, ninety-nine out of a hundred people are dead."

"Since you know my name, you should also be able to guess why I came here." The witch in black robes sat across from the lady, but turned her attention to the swaying sofa on the other side. She seemed to be aware of it. And said: "Some things can only be done by Constantine."

Although Mrs. Shangdu’s sofa looks very good, it was actually bought from Wal-Mart more than ten years ago. The materials that make up it are naturally not rare metals or magic fabrics, but ordinary wood and cotton, plus some steel. The bolts.

Although Nimuu's magic is brilliant, it is impossible to trap Constantine with these mortals for long.

Just as the two women tentatively talked to each other in a riddle, Constantine, trapped inside the sofa, bounced out like a frightened clown in a box.

The sofa fell apart, leaving only a piece of rubbish.

He seemed to have been beaten so hard that he appeared with a swollen nose and swollen nose. Despite this, he leaned against the bookcase to the side in a pose that he thought to be chic, and slightly lowered his head and lit a cigarette:

"Well, the final mortality rate of customers doesn't sound very good. It's not a good excuse to attract customers, but why don't you think about the benefits? Isn't there one person alive?"

Well, the ultimate survivor is often the driver.

The strange woman smiled and shook her head slightly, as if she didn't take this to heart at all:

"I believe I am the one who can survive."

"Hehe, then we have reached a consensus, ma'am." Constantine smiled crookedly, he walked to the side of the table with a cigarette in his mouth and leaned on: "Then tell me why you are looking for me? I don't remember seeing you like this. Beautiful people appear on our planet."

Constantine didn't drink much tonight, so he thought his memory was credible. This strange witch carried a special energy in him. If he had ever seen it, he would definitely have an impression.

"I am not a person on this planet, or it can be said that it is not a world." The woman raised her legs, her black high leather boots gleaming in the candlelight: "Our world is called Etania, where, Constantine, you are a character in the story."

Constantine took a deep breath, and the smoke irritated him to narrow his eyes.

When he raised his head to look at the woman, the other person also looked at him very calmly.

"Well, Etania, I still remember the books I read when I was a kid, and you are also a character in the story to me."

Although on the surface he was still smoking a cigarette with a smile, but in fact, all the thoughts in Zha Kang's heart went back and forth, if this woman was really the witch Lynn he knew, and she really came from Etania... .

Things may be a bit complicated, at least not to the extent that he can handle it alone.

Mrs. Shangdu looked at the scum, and then at the guests. Her once foreseeing only ended here. What will happen next? Why is there an inexplicable sense of fear in my heart?

The visitor with the powerful aura of a queen stood up, and she looked out through the window of the shop. There was a scene of falling snow everywhere, but it seemed to her more like a countdown.

The snow began to squirm.

"We are surrounded, maybe this is not a good place to chat?" The witch turned to look at Zha Kang, and the man with the cigarette still looked calm.

This time, many large white mice were drilled out of the snowy ground. Their heads were wearing ice masks that looked like crystal skulls, and their eyes glowed with faint red light.

Within a few seconds of speaking, the streets were already covered by these monsters. Every mouse, not counting its tail, was as long as an adult man's forearm, and there were even visible muscles on its limbs.

"Actually, I expected it to be like this, but they won't be able to rush in for the time being." Constantine pointed to the location of the store while holding a cigarette. "I set up a purple light circle, ladies, just when none of you knew it. ."

Mrs. Shangdu knew, she just didn't bother to say it.

Before entering the door, Zha Kang spat out sputum on the porch. He himself is a patient with advanced lung cancer, so there will be blood in the mucus he coughed up.

That is the blood of the devil, a natural high-quality spellcasting material.

Then he used the sole of his shoe to step on the sticky phlegm and wipe it everywhere, which was actually the process of drawing the magic circle with blood.

No one has stipulated that you must use your hands to draw the array. If you like, you can use your tongue or eyeballs to do graffiti.

Just like Constantine said, the ice and snow mice started hitting the doors and windows here one after another, and many of them were killed directly on the spot, sounding like firecrackers.

But no mice flinched. They seemed to be manipulated by someone, and only attacked Zatanna's shop. Even if the fortune-telling room on the other side of the road was opened, it seemed to them that they hadn't seen it.

"Nice ability." Watching the mice hit the lavender barrier in the air one by one, Lynn was fairly calm: "But in our world, our spellcasters are called secrets. Sorcerer, the way to cast spells and use energy is also completely different."

"It's easy to use. Why do you care about the title?" Constantine took a small hip flask from his pocket and took a sip: "By the way, you speak very good English."

"This is called Etanian in our world." The witch left the window, and now that she had found Constantine, she was more relieved.

As a protective magic, the purple light magic circle can be said to be a spell often used by Zha Kang. He can use this to fight other spellcasters, and it is naturally not difficult to block some big rats.

It's just that there are too many rats, and they are constantly burrowing out of the snow. This is the big problem. The energy contained in the blood is not unlimited.

"I have seen people being eaten alive by mice. Since then, I have made up my mind to never let myself be killed by mice."

Constantine reached into the windbreaker and took out a golden key. He walked to the door of the bathroom, no matter what Gabriel was bathing in PP, he continued to speak:

"So we should evacuate. They are almost endless, and the improvised magic circle will not last long."

And just when he was about to take the key to poke something, there was a scream of air movement from the street, followed by a violent impact that made everyone jump up.

The mice on the street were the first to be smashed and disintegrated, and the snow and ice blasted into the air tens of meters high.

Amidst the roar of an avalanche, a long-haired figure holding a shield and a long sword walked towards the Tarot fortune-telling shop. Mice, ask the people inside through the glass:

"I seem to come in time?"