"Well, what on earth is this thing? It seems to be immune to physical attacks, and it's not that big..."
A cage fight is going on in the transparent cylinder. Several human shields in the farmer's team are playing their due role. Thanks to Jason and Mike, both are immortal evil spirits. No matter how many times they are knocked down, they will be torn apart.
No matter what kind of rags it becomes, it can get up again and again.
Constantine was not in a hurry. He walked around the cylindrical space, muttering words and analyzing the enemy's situation.
As a fairly knowledgeable sorcerer, he has of course seen a lot of weird monsters, and even evil things that live in dog feces.
But he didn't know if he drank too much or if the cancer cells had metastasized to the brain. He looked at it for a long time and couldn't remember where there was any description of this invisible monster.
Generally speaking, invisibility and physical immunity are standard features for ghost monsters. Without these two skills, ghosts would be embarrassed to come out and mess around.
But the dog-like thing in front of me was obviously not a ghost. Otherwise, if he was holding a shotgun filled with holy water bullets, the other party would have sensed it immediately.
The authentic No. 7 holy water is the purest positive energy crystal. Ordinary ghosts will be frightened and run away for dozens of miles if they smell the slightest smell.
But that kind of goods can only be found in the Angel Reincarnation Pool in the Seventh Heaven. You can't find it in the main material world of the human world. You have to try your luck with plane merchants and astral mages. And it's expensive, so you need to come up with it.
A very high price to pay.
What Constantine currently has in his gun is Holy Water No. 4 from the Vatican, but it is still powerful enough.
Just being sprinkled with flour, the translucent dog never looked at Zha Kang, which showed that it was not afraid of holy water at all, so we had to use some other method.
"No, you still don't know what it is?"
Ghost Face suddenly appeared behind Constantine, holding his arms and shaking his legs. Although the Ghost Face mask obscured his appearance, his helplessness could be heard in his voice.
"Fake! You scared me. Where did you come from?"
Zha Kang said this, but he wasn't actually that surprised. It was just that the suction force he used to smoke became stronger, and the cigarette butt in his mouth burned faster.
He looked at the center of the circle, and there lay a ghost face with a hole in his chest, and fragments of his internal organs were scattered all over the floor.
Looking behind me again, the new ghost face is intact, still holding the small dagger in his hand, but the mask on his face has changed, it is a fun-loving expression with crooked mouth and eyes, and a piece of red spitting out of his mouth.
Tongue.
"Didn't I tell you before, I'm not alone." Ghost Face shrugged, and he also watched the excitement outside the magic circle: "The one who died just now was the first generation Ghost Face, and I am the second generation, but it's still me.
, you asked me to find a young lady, so you can’t refuse the payment."
"Your friend is dead, and you just want to inherit the right to find a young lady?" Zha Kang looked at his Leziman mask, and then at the adjutant beside him: "To be honest, you guys are really crazy."
In fact, the craziest one is probably Deathstroke, right? What kind of monsters he created, in comparison, Batman's stamp collection targets all seem a bit normal.
This mysterious house is a bit shabby, but now it suddenly feels like the air around it has become a bit cold.
"He is me, and I am him. We are both ghosts. Besides, we are just dead people. He is not my friend. At most, he can only be regarded as...a colleague? The kind of person who, after arriving at the company, will sit in the tea room
We bumped into each other occasionally or in the toilet, and we nodded to each other."
This funny ghost face is very talkative. Like other ghost faces, his favorite thing to do is to call the victim and chat.
Every serial killer has his or her own classic killing techniques. Ghostface likes to chase down fearful prey, which makes him feel particularly happy.
"Hey, you still have a company." Constantine threw the shotgun on the sofa first, then opened the drawer under the coffee table and rummaged around: "How many people do you have? Is the company called
'The Grimace Club'?"
There is all kinds of garbage inside the coffee table, including empty cigarette boxes, empty wine bottles, waste paper and fruit peels. I don’t know when they were stuffed in. It is filled to the top, and when it is turned over, the garbage keeps pouring out like spring water.
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"Hehe, I was just making an analogy. Killing is our hobby, not our profession." Ghost Face also laughed. He was tricked to death by Zha Kang once before, and he didn't seem to care much.
But he didn't say how many ghost faces there were.
At this time, in the purple light circle, the flour in Leatherface's hand had been sprinkled, and the outline of the monster was relatively clear, so he also picked up the chain saw and joined the battle.
For a time, three human shields took turns to appear, and kitchen knives, machetes, and chainsaws kept flying, which effectively held back the enemies in the powder.
It's just that Nailhead just stood there, observing, while the Rubik's Cube floating in his hand kept spinning, as if it also had its own ideas.
In fact, as a hell priest, he really had a way to deal with this monster, which was to use a Rubik's Cube and an iron chain to seal it into the pitch-black hell.
But now everyone's goal is the monster's brain and the information that may exist in it. Seal cannot solve the problem.
So Nailhead is waiting, waiting for the opportunity to take action.
But Constantine, who was outside the magic circle, was a step faster. He found what he wanted from under the coffee table and returned to the magic circle holding a large brown paper bag:
"I found it. This is it. It can probably solve it."
"So what is this?" The adjutant saw that he finally took some action, so he asked in a good mood: "Also, do you know what this monster is?"
"I don't know, but it must be a type of void monster, and it is controlled by the Forgotten God. Ha, it doesn't matter, because I know that void monsters all have a common characteristic."
Constantine, who had a wretched expression, smiled slightly, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth and stamped it out:
"That is, they will read the prey's thoughts and become something they are familiar with or curious about, thereby luring the prey closer and then launching an attack."
Creatures that can enter the void are often not weak in strength, so simply confronting them head-on is not a wise move.
No one knows how long these monsters in the void have existed, but in such an environment, they have evolved some special hunting skills. This is natural selection.
Predators in nature include stalkers, represented by tigers, leopards, wolves, etc. There are also ambushers, such as spiders, snakes, and mantises.
The former's hunting action is very ornamental, and the animal racing is indeed beautiful to watch, but the hunting success rate is actually not high.
The latter not only has a high success rate, but also saves energy. The transparent monster we see now is obviously the same.