"Damn the smell of sulfur, that guy can actually project hell onto the human world..."
Constantine coughed violently. He had been dead for two minutes. After that, he traveled in and out between hell and earth. His familiarity with the smell of sulfur was second only to nicotine, alcohol and perfume.
Don't underestimate these two minutes. Just like the Eastern saying of "a day in heaven and a year on earth", there is a similar saying in the West. One second on earth is close to the eternity of hell.
During the two minutes he spent on earth, Constantine suffered unspeakable pain in hell, so he swore that he would never let his soul belong to hell.
Of course, many friends have settled in hell because of him, which is also one of the reasons.
What surprised Constantine was not the projection of hell, but Baldasha. This was not a question of ability, but a question of authority and power. Baldasha was not qualified to do this.
"There is indeed something wrong with this guy. There are people behind him!" Constantine held the gold finger glove in one hand, wrapped the other hand in a rotten-looking rag, and strode towards Baldasha.
Don't underestimate this piece of rag. In terms of lethality to hell creatures, it is more than ten times more powerful than the gold blessed by the Archbishop.
The background is even bigger!
This rag is one of Constantine's collections. The fragment of clothing worn by Moses when he climbed the Mount of the Ten Commandments is also a first-class sacred object in the world.
Russell raised his hand to stop Constantine and bowed his head towards Angela: "The enemy's target is her, don't let her be caught, Baldasha leaves it to me to handle it."
"Be careful, there's something wrong with that guy." Constantine didn't insist. It had always been his teammates' job to charge into battle, and he was still a little unaccustomed to being asked to take the lead.
"I see!"
Russell raised his hand to summon a sword of holy light, and swung it vigorously forward. In an instant, the holy light soared into the sky, causing the hell projection to tremble, as if it would be shattered at any time.
Seeing Russell being so fierce, Constantine was convinced. After all, his personal strength depends on the strength of his teammates.
Constantine has great magical attainments and has mastered many magical spells, but he rarely casts spells in combat because he knows very well that excessive use of magic will pay a heavy price.
Under normal circumstances, he would fight with the help of props at hand. For example, now, facing dozens of monsters surrounding himself and Angela, he smiled and took out a small jar containing a 'screaming beetle' from his pocket.
This beetle has no attack power, but has very practical auxiliary abilities. Its scream is harmless to humans, but to hellish creatures it is like the high-pitched noise made by fingernails scraping against a blackboard, giving the monsters an unbearable splitting headache.
chirping
As the sound waves spread, the monsters immediately shrank their necks, their ferocious facial features wrinkled into a ball, and they rolled all over the ground wailing.
"One, two, three...fifteen, sixteen..."
Constantine smiled and protected Angela, counting and harvesting the heads on the ground, but he soon stopped laughing.
"Twenty-three...twenty-three...twenty-three!?"
Looking at the monster that had not fallen down after three punches, Constantine said in surprise: "The soldiers are so fierce, and I regret getting into this muddy water more and more."
Beside, Angela couldn't stand the strong smell of sulfur, bent over and coughed non-stop.
Seeing this, Constantine no longer hesitated, took out a lighter, lit the torn linen cloth, and muttered something.
A strong light bloomed from his hand, and the holy object burned with the dawn light that was enough to destroy all darkness, causing the surrounding hell monsters to scream and turn into ashes.
As Constantine punched hard, the last bit of light broke through the hell projection and opened a cracked door.
"Let's go!"
He grabbed Angela, and after the two left, the crack slowly closed.
Regarding this early retreat, Constantine was very confident. It had nothing to do with betraying his teammates. It was because Angela was holding him back. Her body could not withstand the high temperature in the hell projection. She had to be sent out as soon as possible. If it was too late, it would be too late.
Moreover, with Russell's strength, he can defeat Baldasha in minutes, let alone betray his teammates.
"Cough cough cough—"
After being freed from the hell projection, Angela held her hands on the wall and gasped for fresh air. The burning sensation in her lungs made her mouth dry and unable to speak a complete sentence.
Constantine patted Angela on the back to help her calm down, thinking that when the incident was over, he would dump her.
This was done for Angela's consideration. People around him, whether friends or relatives, active or passive, would die tragically for various reasons.
The tragic fate of a curse made him miserable. After a few days of bombardment, he fell in love with Angela and did not want to see the tragedy happen again.
At this moment, the lights on the street flickered on and off, and the sound of some large animal flapping its wings could be heard in the air. Soon, the lights went out, and the street became invisible, and the smell of sulfur from hell became stronger and stronger.
"Shit, there are actually things outside..."
Constantine protected Angela, tightened the finger cot in his hand, and with the last bit of light, he vaguely saw densely packed hell creatures crowding the streets.
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In the area projected by hell, dozens of monsters of varying strength howled and surrounded Russell. They were afraid of the Holy Light Sword in Russell's hand, but were forced to launch a charge under Baldasha's order.
With intertwined sharp claws, canine teeth soaked with venom, sheep's hooves and horns that can be seen everywhere, and bat-like black bat wings, there are many kinds of monsters besieging Russell. Two of them are more than five meters tall. Regardless of their specific strength, they are definitely carefully designed.
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Russell's eyes were fixed on Baldasha, turning a blind eye to the attacking monsters, and swung his long sword horizontally.
A ray of light fell, and the small world projected by hell became silent. The roars, roars, and screams were all gone.
The holy light extended out according to the trajectory, and the monsters had no power to resist. As long as they touched the slightest bit, they were all instantly invaded by the white holy flames, turned into ashes and exploded with a bang.
Only a monster whose entire body was composed of poisonous insects, snakes, and ants persisted a little longer. He had a similar ability to elementalization, which allowed him to disintegrate his body and reassemble it.
Facing the holy flame that burned all things, he tried his best to decompose his body and escape. However, the level was too low, and the speed of decomposition could not keep up with the burning speed of the holy flame. In the end, his soul was ignited together, and he died very cleanly.
Russell waved his sword and pointed at Baldasha: "You are the only one left. Tell me everything you know, and I promise to spare your life and send your soul to hell."
Baldasha was sweating coldly. For the devil, going to hell was like going home. If possible, he would like to tell everything and exchange the information for his own life.
Wanting to think about it, he didn't have the courage. He touched the props in his pocket and said with a forced smile: "This may be a misunderstanding. My target is not you, but Constantine. I wanted to teach him a lesson a long time ago."
Paused."
"But you just asked them to kill me!"
Baldasha smiled apologetically and said, "Well, then I'm really too arrogant."
"Tell me the person behind you. With your ability, you are not qualified to make a hell projection. Who is that person? Why do you want Angela?"
Russell strode forward, and Baldasha carefully stepped back. His disguise as a human was melted by the high temperature, revealing his true appearance, which was a miserable green hell creature.
"I don't know what you are talking about. I caught that woman because I just thought she was pretty..."
Clang!
Russell stepped forward, and before Baldasha could react, he kicked him down, then raised the holy light sword upside down and stabbed him in the chest.
"Ahhhhh"
A large hole was melted into his chest by the holy light, and the white flames slowly spread out, almost burning Baldasha in half.
Russell controlled the burning speed of the flame and said sternly: "Speak quickly, I know you are afraid of that person, he can easily crush you to death, but I can also kill you now, annihilate your soul and make you disappear from the world
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Baldasha screamed and begged for mercy: "Yes, yes, I will tell you everything, but please send me to hell."
"Can!"
Russell pulled out the Holy Light Sword and waited quietly for Baldasha to tell the story of the conspiracy.
Baldasha gasped violently, touched the hollow in his chest, his eyes flashed with deep fear, and he tremblingly took out a cross from his pocket.
Black!
Russell raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"
Baldasha lowered his head and raised the cross high: "Because of the spell, I can't call him by name directly. His identity is all in the cross. You will understand when you get it."
Russell glanced at Baldasha suspiciously, picked up the cross with the Holy Light Sword, confirmed that there was nothing wrong, and then held it in his palm.
In an instant, rich dark power surged out from the cross, wrapping Russell into a pitch-black clay figure. Corrupted by the power of corruption, the Holy Light Sword in his hand instantly turned pitch-black.
"Hahaha, pure fallen angel energy is the most deadly virus to deal with a pure angel power owner like you." Baldasha quickly took two steps back and personally guided a light to fall into darkness, full of passion and pride.
He laughed loudly: "Although I don't know where you got the angelic power from, we will be walking together from now on."
boom!!
A pair of black wings of light spread out from Russell's back, and the sludge on his body automatically flowed into them. When Baldasha saw this, he laughed even more crazily.
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The laughter was interrupted, Baldasha fell to the ground hard, held his hands on the ground, looked into Russell's dark eyes, and laughed dryly: "Don't be like this, man, I have liberated you!"
The black light wings retracted, and Russell's eyes returned to normal. He took two steps forward and stepped on Baldasha's face: "Continuing with the previous topic, who is the person behind you?"
"Man, we are our own people now! Our own people!"
"Don't be stupid, open your dog eyes and see clearly, who is the same as you?" Russell said, and stabbed down with another holy light sword, nailing it on Baldasha's shoulder.
Looking at Russell's golden eyes and the light wings behind him, Baldasha was stunned. The pain of his body being burned by the holy flames could not bring him back from the shock.