A piece of light shrouded in book pages suddenly appeared in front of Constantine.
The divine radiance stung Mephisto's clone's eyes in an instant.
Angel, who was sitting quietly in the magic circle, felt a sense of intimacy and fearless courage.
Carter Shrey felt the knight trembling, as if in fear, but also as if he was yearning.
"In the name of God, you will die like harvested straw. Amen!"
The human figure is like a shadow in the light, and only a pair of spectacle lenses that reflect the light in the holy light can be seen clearly.
When a right hand slowly stretched out from within the pages of the book, that hand attracted the attention of everyone present.
The hand stretched out from the book cover is wearing a pure white glove, with "Jesus Christ is in Heaven" clearly written on the glove.
Constantine yelled at Mephisto's clone, he was very anxious.
The person who appears now wants to kill Mephisto's clone that cannot mobilize the power of hell too easily.
"What are you waiting for? Sign the contract! Then I will end the magic circle!"
Mephisto's clone had no time to read the contents of the contract. He felt the threat of death from the sudden appearance of the figure.
He is just a clone of Mephisto, but the partial hell authority he possesses allows him to see the opportunity to replace Mephisto.
So he will not give up this opportunity now. As long as he can continue to accumulate strength, he will have a chance to escape from Mephisto himself!
Constantine, who didn't care about the talk, kicked Mephisto's clone directly. This was the first time he used his own power to attack a demon of Mephisto's level. Although it was just a clone, he didn't have time to reflect on it.
Such a magical feeling.
"When I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I will not fear evil, for you are with me."
The person who came suddenly, waved his hand and gathered the flying pages in front of him, turning them into a book. His left hand was placed on the cover of the book, and he could vaguely see the unobstructed words "Iscariot..."
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"You idiot, hurry up!"
Constantine slapped Mephisto's clone on the old face, causing the loose flesh to tremble.
As if waking up from a dream, Mephisto signed his name on the crumpled A4 paper in his hand.
"Ah, the contract is established. Congratulations, you can return to hell."
Constantine used his feet to rub off a corner of the magic circle on the ground, and then reincarnated silently to get out of the way.
Of course, he easily took the contract from Mephisto's hand, and then recited it loudly in front of Mephisto's clone, which felt a bit like Dickens who was about to end his life.
The rhythm is ups and downs, but the energy is like a gossamer.
"I signed this contract in a fair and open manner without any coercion. I will use Carter Shrey's soul to regain my freedom in exchange for...a marker~"
Constantine waved the contract in his hand, and then pointed to the hand of Mephisto's clone.
The marker has been handed over to Mephisto, and the next step is to fulfill the contract.
Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't fulfill it. Devils who violate the contract will also be punished by the rules.
Constantine once again got the better of the devil's deal.
rub!
In the hands of the tall figure who suddenly appeared, the books disappeared, but were replaced by two bayonets emitting holy light, arranged in the shape of a cross in his hands.
"Fighting the devil is for salvation! In the name of God! Amen!"
Following the priest's cry, the bayonet pierced Mephisto's chest in the blink of an eye.
The smell of sulfur along with the smell of barbecue emanated from the golden and red wound.
There seems to be a bit of milk flavor in it.
Mephisto's clone held the marker tightly in his hand, and then the entire demon disappeared.
Constantine finally let go of the magic circle, allowing the demon to find a chance to leave.
After all, a clone with little power can still be used to trap the main body in hell next time.
After all, it's not this clone who will bear the penalty for breach of contract.
Carter Shrey was stunned and completely withdrew from the image of a skeleton. His face began to age, but it also became much more peaceful.
“It turns out God is never far away.”
These were Carter Shirey's last words. His body exhaled its last breath, slowly fell backward, and was caught in Angel's arms.
The shovel in his hand fell to the ground, the wooden handle broke into pieces, and a contract rolled out.
"Mephisto is really rich."
Looking at the exquisite patterns on St. Fangansa's contract, Constantine said lightly.
Then a bayonet stabbed directly into his shoulder.
"You are neither a believer nor an extraordinary person. The stench caused by dealing with demons is still unpleasant. John."
This tone sounded a little crazy, and Constantine was like a salted fish being strung up, giving all his gravity to the bayonet on his shoulder.
"Father, we haven't seen each other for a long time, why do we need to pierce the same spot every time?"
Constantine took off the cigarette from his mouth with the hand holding the contract, and then handed it to the priest in front of him.
"Try it? This is a cigarette lit with Mephisto's body temperature."
Constantine puts on a grand show.
As for the priest's way of greeting him, he had long been used to it.
After all, it would be strange for a guy who always deals with angels and demons not to know these guys from the church.
The priest pushed Constantine aside, and the bayonet that pierced Constantine's shoulder turned into a blood-stained page.
"Saint Angel, I am a priest from the Vatican, and I have been commissioned to welcome you back."
The priest bowed slightly to show respect.
Angel gently placed Carter Shirey's body in his arms on the ground, then reached out and picked up the St. Fangansa contract on the ground.
"Thank you, Father. I want to bury this old gentleman first."
Angel stood up and returned the greeting to the priest.
"Hey! Carter Shirey doesn't have any relatives or friends. Do you still plan to hold a funeral for him?"
Constantine said this, but his eyes were fixed on the Saint Fangansa Contract.
Mephisto himself may not care about the thousand souls in it, but his clone will not give up.
This time, the clone and the real person were tricked by Constantine. It's not worth the trouble that will follow.
"At least bury him."
Angel said this in a somewhat soft voice.
She was originally a vigorous and resolute police officer, but after becoming a saint, her handling style became weak and cowardly.
"Well, it just so happens that this place is a cemetery."
Constantine stepped into the magic circle he had drawn, and Angel's power was poured into Constantine.
Ding ding!
The two bayonets directly hit the protection of the magic circle, and the book in the priest's hand was suddenly replaced by the bayonets.
This chapter has been completed!