The guy responded with a loud slam of the door.
Everyone in this world may need help, but for Bulkesso, it is completely different.
After closing the door, Bulcasso looked at the environment in the room and seemed to understand what had attracted that idiot.
"Uncle, what is that person talking about?"
Gil was a little curious. For him, the magical side of this world was gradually unfolding before his eyes.
Jill was full of curiosity about these fascinating things.
"He means this place is tainted with some demonic aura."
Bul-Katho turned back and planned to continue his forging. Where the Nephalem existed, both demons and angels would hesitate.
The reason why the blacksmith's shop was filled with the devil's aura was simply because of the weapons Bulcaisel carried.
These two weapons have been with Bulcasso for who knows how many years, and are naturally stained with the blood of demons.
Although the aura of these demons has faded a lot with the passage of time, they still exist.
"demon?"
Gil tilted his head and began to recall those guys he had seen from other people's secret realm battles, still feeling a little confused.
Young Gil could not understand descriptions of breath. To him, demons were just ugly and fierce monsters.
With a rustling sound, the crumpled business card was stuffed through the crack of the door. The writing on the business card was full of cheapness.
"John Constantine, happy to help you solve your problem."
Bulcaisel began to feel bored. He hated people who chattered incessantly.
He strode towards the door, thinking that he needed to teach this unscrupulous guy a lesson.
As the door was pushed open, the sloppy guy was squeezed directly by the huge force and fell over.
Bulqueso began to exude a hint of arrogance.
Since this guy named Constantine can feel the demonic aura here, he can naturally feel the aura belonging to Bulcasso!
"what do you!"
Constantine's lazy look disappeared in an instant. This guy always dealt with those demons and took advantage of those angels more than once.
But no matter what kind of existence he met, he had never felt this unique aura.
It's not magic, it's not demons or angels, it's not those weird superpowers.
All he felt was that it was long and full of pure power!
Constantine didn't feel very good. Although Bulqueso only showed a trace of oppression, Constantine was unprepared for this strange feeling.
Constantine understood that he seemed to have provoked something extraordinary, and the best choice now was to leave here obediently.
It was no secret to him that there was a group of mages in New York, and there was always a magical aura that belonged to the lineage of the Supreme Mage in this blacksmith shop.
It is precisely because of this that he came here specifically. After all, a wandering mage wants to face those demons and angels, and he needs more backup.
And the Supreme Mage lineage is the best backup he knows.
Burcasso just looked at Constantine who had fallen to the ground and hadn't gotten up yet with the calmest eyes, without saying a word.
For this kind of guy, he doesn't want to take action directly.
Constantine climbed up from the ground in embarrassment under the pressure of Bulcaisuo, and left the place without looking back.
He looked very frightened.
Gil slowly poked his head out of the blacksmith shop, then reached out and picked up the crumpled business card from the ground.
"Expert in the field of paranormal and paranormal events, John Constantine."
Jill read the words on the business card in a strange accent.
"Okay, Jill, after lunch, we'll go for a walk in the city."
Bulcasso didn't take this guy to heart.
On the other side, Constantine seemed to have some magical ideas. After seeing the courage displayed by Bulcasso, his head full of strange ideas began to move.
"Manny, do you know what he is?"
Constantine held a fire hydrant, lit a cigarette, and spoke in the direction of desertion.
"I have no idea……"
A patrolman who was walking towards Constantine suddenly turned into an angel with white wings and spoke in a dazed tone.
Angel Manny just came to this world to observe Constantine who had already stepped into hell.
He did not expect that he would see a being near Constantine that even he could not understand.
"Aren't you an angel?"
"You know, angels are not omnipotent."
Constantine gradually regained his composure, perhaps because he was smoking a cigarette.
"I think you should know what it means to appear in the world without saying hello?"
A calm voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between Constantine and Manny, and an ancient mage in a dark yellow robe appeared in this place.
Everything around him was enveloped in an alien space in the blink of an eye.
"Dear Supreme Mage, I have no intention of breaking your agreement with Heaven. I am just observing him."
Angel Manny bowed deeply to Ancient One and pointed one finger at Constantine, who was holding a cigarette with a strange look on his face.
"I think you should know what you are doing, so you'd better be honest."
Gu Yi's face was shrouded in a hood, and his tone was not polite at all.
The world between heaven and hell is not a back garden where the two can step in at will.
The barrier established by Agamotto makes it impossible for these guys to show their full strength in the human world.
So what if you can show all your strength?
She, Ancient One, is also a strong person who can defeat Mephisto head-on. The forces of heaven and hell must be more honest in the human world.
"I want to know, what should I call this beautiful lady?"
Constantine took a deep drag on his cigarette and walked toward Ancient One with steps he didn't recognize.
Constantine, from a normal perspective, this guy is definitely an out-and-out scumbag.
Those messy and unsystematic spells have never been his strong point. If he wants to say what is the strongest, it must be his unique speaking skills and superb deception.
By the way, he is also bisexual, and has even done things like letting a monster possess his body and giving birth to a child with another monster.
Human bottom line seems to be just a boring word to this guy.
Whenever he breaks through his own bottom line, he will immediately set a new bottom line.
He is a scumbag.
Maybe you have justice in your heart?
Constantine walked staggeringly in front of Ancient One, and stretched out his pinhole palm as if he wanted to take off Ancient One's hood.
Of course, all he could get was a soul-detaching palm.
The illusory soul missing part of it appeared in this place lightly.
His body was so soft that it was on the ground, and he still held the burning "Ska" brand cigarette in his hand.
This chapter has been completed!