Constantine only reacted at this moment and said blankly: "It was once a black magician and developed a spell to summon himself.
This curse was included in the "Magic Book of Truth" and poisoned countless mages? Why has no one discovered it before?"
“Everyone found is dead. And responding to the summons has many benefits, not just teasing the mage.
In order for the spell to spread, most of the time, it will probably not harm the dark wizard, but rather give some benefits." Harry said with a wry smile.
One of the laws of hell: All demons want to come to the human world and live freely.
So, it can return to the world through the spread of the spell, and there is no need to reveal its true colors and kill the black mage every time.
Law of Hell No. 2: Demons can gain power from sacrifices.
As long as the spell spreads, black magicians can sacrifice it. Since the real name is fake anyway, they are not afraid of mages torturing themselves or stealing their power.
Law of Hell No. 3: The soul is the universal currency in hell.
Wouldn’t it be nice to respond to the spell and enter the world and harvest a wave of souls?
For so many reasons, if it were Harley, as long as she had the ability, she would probably do the same thing as this demon.
"You're right."
It first glanced at Harry out of the corner of its eye, then looked at Constantine with a playful look, and said: "Playing with a stupid black mage like you is the best sport in hell.
Most of the time, I just want you to be unlucky and make you think that I am too strong and the binding spell is not fully effective, but you will not suspect that there is something wrong with the spell itself.
And my powerful power attracts you deeply. Next time, and the next time, you will call me more carefully and make me happy.
In the end, when I get tired of it, any ‘black magic backlash’ will happen, and your souls will completely belong to me.”
Then, the body of the tall demon, which was pieced together from a pile of corpses, twisted and squirmed, turning into a red-skinned humanoid demon with a height of 2.5 meters.
Like a gorilla, it has a protruding chin, fine scales, a pair of horns on its forehead, and a lizard tail on its lower body.
Although he is not handsome, he looks much better than before.
“Before, it was the true appearance, which came from the heart. Now it is the appearance, which restores my original appearance to a large extent.
Since I have been recognized, I have to maintain some of the previous etiquette." It said.
“Who were you?” Harley asked.
“You may have never heard of a king from Central Asia who lived in the Kingdom of Amadin more than 10,000 years ago,” it sighed.
Constantine was shocked and asked in a low voice: "King Amadin, have you heard of it ten thousand years ago?"
“Eighty percent of it is fake.” Harley shook her head.
It looked at her strangely, but didn't object.
Constantine's cheek muscles twitched a few times, and he couldn't help cursing: "A big demon of the Duke level is so timid and hesitant, how dare he give his name to it!"
It smiled sarcastically, "Yes, just like that, keep struggling to please me."
“Fuck, this bastard is too cunning.” Constantine gritted his teeth.
“Cunning is the nature of demons, and it is an advantage praised by hell creatures.” Harley complained.
“Alas, Witch Harley, you are smart enough to read my mind, and this game is starting to get boring.
Since we can’t continue with the performance, let’s have dinner!”
It stretched out its claws with nails as sharp as daggers, and picked up Astra, who was standing by the side blankly, "Boo!"
It crushed her little head.
A fierce murderous intent flashed in Harley's eyes, and without any hesitation in her heart, she quietly put her hands behind her back, used the nail of her right thumb as a knife, and carved a rune on her left palm.
“No!” Constantine’s eyes were red and almost burst out of his sockets.
“Hey hey hey” his performance pleased it again.
It smiled and licked the palm of the hand that was covered with the girl's flesh and brain, then brought its thumb and index finger together and pinched Astra's neck.
The translucent confused soul falls into its palm.
Constantine wailed, tears streaming down his face, and rushed towards it like a madman.
“Don’t be impulsive, John, that’s what it wants you to do.”
Frank and Richie held him tight.
It held Astra in the palm of its hand and said with a smile: "This is my reward for responding to your call. This tortured child can be used to relax and relieve his boredom.
I’m a little excited when I think about having such a little cutie by my side for the next eternity!”
It stretched out its long rough tongue and licked her face.
Constantine stopped struggling and said resolutely: "The soul of a little girl is far less valuable than the soul of a warlock who has awakened his magic power. Let her go and take me away."
“John!” Zed, Judith was shocked.
“It’s my fault, I messed up everything.”
Constantine forced an ugly smile, "They often say, 'Magic always has a price.' I dismissed it before, but now I understand. Today, I have to take responsibility for my actions."
Harry was really impressed by him now.
"Haha, you have such a beautiful idea of exchanging my things for mine." It smiled coldly, swallowed Astra in one gulp, and roared: "Today, you are all going to die. From the time you summoned me, your souls have been
It’s already been labeled with me.”
“I am the wizard who summoned you, and it has nothing to do with them.” Constantine shouted with a twisted face.
Harry sighed: "John, it's useless. As long as he wants to use his real name to deceive more mages, he will definitely kill people today."
As soon as these words came out, Rich Judith and others immediately looked desperate.
“Yes, you are smart enough and sober enough, but unfortunately I hate dark wizards who are as cunning and vicious as me.”
It suddenly stretched out its palm, with its palm facing Harry.
“Whoosh!” A bunch of blood-red horseshoe shot out.
The entire room and entire field of vision were filled with scarlet light.
“Boom!”
It was like a giant blade, slashing at the protective circle. The golden light barrier collided with the blood-colored light blade, sputtering out a brilliant and scattered beam of light.
“Boom!” The ceiling four meters above the ground was as crisp as a biscuit and exploded in the bloody aftermath.
“Ahhhh!” Screams rang out from above, and rubble, broken limbs, exciting music, and noise all fell into the basement.
The aftermath of a casual blow penetrated the floor.
“Oh God, what kind of monster is this!”
“Oh no, it’s the devil. Witch Harley is summoning the devil again.”
Hundreds of people were having a party in the nightclub on the first floor. At this time, the ground collapsed and a large pit was revealed, revealing the "Sajya Tana" and protective circle inside.
Everyone was shocked on the spot at first, and then they cried and ran away.
Harry played the Cathedral Devil video on the BBC that day, and they all watched it.
At this moment I thought the witch had gone crazy again.
Harry's face was a little dark, but more of it was shock.
It's not a shock how strong the demon's attacks are.
It is normal for Duke-level demons to behave like this.
But Constantine's protective circle was actually able to block it.
She turned to look at him, but she was bleeding from all her orifices and was on the verge of collapse.
Hmm, he is using his mental power and magic power to maintain the magic circle.
“The party has just begun, where are you going?”
‘Sagartana’ body was suspended in mid-air, with his left claw spread out, and with one grip, the red barrier blocked the windows and doors.
"Stab!" Like the sound of tearing cloth, another red bolt shot out from its palm, sweeping across the hall, cutting hundreds of people in half, blood flowing into rivers, and internal organs turning into swamps.
"Hahahaha!" It came up, with a look of intoxication on its face, and pushed it out with one palm. There was no magic power, but invisible and qualitative mental power.
The invisible wall pushed the wailing nightclub patrons to the corner, and without slowing down, a thick meat pie was posted on the wall.
Blood pooled in the hall, forming a shallow lake.
“No, you beast, something is coming at me!” Constantine’s eyes were splitting as he saw it.
“Hahaha, Constantine, it’s all your fault. You killed them. Cry and regret!” It became more and more excited.
Constantine's expression suddenly changed, and a look of determination settled on his face.
"You protect my body, I will fight it to the death!"
He calmed down his emotions and sat cross-legged.
“What are you going to do?” Zed asked nervously.
Frank, Richie, and Judith have lost their minds in fear and are paralyzed there, without any reaction or language.
“I will use psychic techniques to let the soul out of the body and pull it into Limbo together.” Constantine said decisively.
"Then what?" Sajatana didn't pay attention to her. Harry simply stretched out his hand in front of him and carefully burned the formations and runes.
“In Limbo, the magic power will lose most of its effect, and I will have a soul battle with it.
With my soul fighting skills, even if I can't defeat it, it shouldn't be difficult to severely injure it if I fight to the death.
At least, you can bring it back to hell." Constantine began to make fingerprints.
“You will die and never recover.” Zed said excitedly.
“Haha, I am beyond redemption.” Constantine smiled sadly.
“Wait a moment and try my method first. If it doesn’t work, then blow yourself up.” Harley stepped out of the protective circle.
“What can you do?” Constantine was stunned.
“Like you, fight poison with poison, summon big ghosts to drive away little ghosts!”
“Hey, have you walked out of the protective circle?” Although Sagatana was intoxicated with the massacre, it did not completely ignore the protective circle.
Just when it moved its body and was about to give her a shot, Harley spread her bloody left hand and pressed it to the ground with one palm.
Leaves a vague blood mark the size of a palm.
"sum touch[email protected] uses blood as a guide and poetry as a sacrifice,
Answer my call, Etrigan, Prince of Poetry, son of Baal!"
“Buzz!” The blood marks on the ground emitted bright red light and magnified in circles in the air.
The formation on the ground is only about the size of a palm. When it rises to an altitude of four meters, it is already two meters in diameter.
“What poem does the Master call me to use?” A lazy voice came from the depths of the formation.
Harry did not recite poems by himself, but moved his injured left arm, where the runes were burned into the palm of his hand, and blood spurted out.
Following her thoughts, the splashing blood quickly condensed into four lines of words: The sun sets over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and I want to see a thousand miles away and climb to the next level.
ifies
Sajatana is not an idiot. Of course, she is not willing to wait for Khalifa on the side. She practices her skills and shoots towards the summoning circle one after another.
“Boom!” A huge sword half as wide as the door panel stretched out from the magic circle, firmly blocking the magic energy beam.
“The poem is too short and I am lazy.” Etrigan still did not show up.
Harry gritted his teeth and squeezed out another bowl of blood, condensing a piece of Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing" in mid-air.
A strong man jumped out from the blood-colored magic circle, opened his big mouth, and sucked the whole blood poem into his belly, with a look of intoxication on his ferocious ugly face.
“Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles, such a good poem! I will never tire of listening to it for thousands of years!”
Tawny skin, bamboo shoot-shaped devil horns, big ears that look like bat wings, and wearing a windy sapphire blue cloak.
He is a little over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist. He looks half like a human and half like a ghost.