Marvel With Zanpakuto

"Sera... Seraph..."

Constantine's mind went blank, swallowing subconsciously.

Those are the messengers of the highest-ranking gods in heaven, the only seven blazing angels under the throne of God!

He was fortunate enough to deal with one of the blazing angels, so even how powerful these supreme beings are, just the pressure released is enough to destroy a city where hundreds of thousands of people gather.

Even if Wilbur knows more dark magic and more forbidden knowledge, he is just a human after all. How could it be that one of the only seven blazing angels under the throne of God can compete with the Demon King of Hell. Holy creatures, imprisoned in such disgusting, blasphemous places?

"Constantine..."

"Constantine..."

"Constantine..."

The calling voice became clearer.

Constantine looked slightly startled, and found that across the turbid blood, the woman in the culture tank opened her eyes.

shuh~

At this moment, everything seemed to stand still.

Constantine had felt this power, and he knew that this was the 'still time' unique to the angels.

In the past, when Gabriel appeared in front of him occasionally, it would often stop the flow of time around him. The advantage was to avoid being seen by mortals to see the true face of the angel, so as not to cause some unnecessary troubles in the future.

However, for now, compared to time being stopped.

What he is more curious about now is which of the seven seraphs the imprisoned Seraphim is.

Seraph's eyes are extremely pure, like emerald gems that have been carefully carved by the craftsmen of the gods and have no flaws, but if you look closely, you can find that there is a dazzling circle around the edge of the pair of emerald green pupils. The golden flame, like a hot and hot melt, is slowly flowing in his eyes.

"Constantine...you are finally here."

Seraph's pupils moved slowly, fixed on Constantine's body, flashing a look of pain mixed with it.

Across the culture tank and the dirty blood, the angel's voice sounded directly in his mind, which made Konstantin stunned for half a second, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face: "It's you...you've been calling me all the time. ?"

"Yes.... I'm calling you."

The pain in Seraph's eyes became more intense, and he said very weakly: "I need your strength to save me from here, there is no time left, Constantine, I... can't hold on for long. , they... are polluting me."

"Wait... pollution?"

A flash of light flashed in Constantine's mind, and he suddenly thought of a terrible idea, and he couldn't help taking a breath: "So the dead people here and those suffering souls are all for the purpose of corrupting and polluting you?"

"That's right...because that's the only way to weaken my Seraph Wings." Seraph said with anger: "That man... wants to occupy my body, I can feel it. Until then, its consciousness flows in it, waiting for the moment when I can't hold on."

"That's it...I see!"

Constantine had read a lot of black magic, and after listening to it, he suddenly realized.

The filthy blood flowing in this cultivation tank came from those human beings who had been tortured and died, and it was tantamount to a great blasphemy for such a sacred and pure existence to her, eroding the clean body of God all the time.

But if it is only like this, it cannot pollute a Seraph.

Seraph Wings, even their symbols, are a source of great power that God has bestowed upon them.

So Wilbur used the second method, which was to collect the tortured and painful souls, mix them into the cultivation tank, and use the incantations engraved on the outside to corrode the Seraph Wings!

The wailing and screaming of those suffering souls, accompanied by endless negative emotions, after the incantation was enhanced hundreds of times, like a storm, constantly impacting the strong spiritual barrier of the Seraph.

Once the Seraph Wings are corrupted and contaminated, he will completely lose the protection of divine power.

And then, it was the time Wilbur was waiting for!

It will completely occupy this pair, from the body of God created by God, and then become a high God!

Constantine understood everything, it turned out that this was the so-called 'God Ascension Plan'!

Using the evil and filthy power extracted from the dead human beings in the city, to contaminate the Seraph's pure heart and sacred wings, and finally take the body of the Seraph's god as his own, and Li Daitaozong becomes the god of angels.

It is unimaginable what kind of disaster will happen if such an evil existence occupies the body of a blazing angel. Just thinking about it, Konstantin felt his whole body stand on end, and swore that Wilbur's plan would never succeed. !

"Wait, I'll save you right away!"

Constantine took out the holy hunter directly, refilled it with holy bullets engraved with blessings, and at the same time did not forget to bargain with the seraph, saying: "I am the bullets that Gabriel blessed, wait for me to rescue you. Now, remember to give me a few more blessings then."

Seraph didn't speak, maybe because he was too weak, of course, it could not be ruled out that it was because he was too shameless.

Soon after the two sacred bullets were loaded, Constantine held the sacred hunter in both hands, two huge black muzzles, aimed at the position above the cultivation tank, and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

boom! boom!

Flames spewed from the muzzle, and with the loud roar of the firearm, two golden bullets pushed out of the barrel, as if piercing the dark dawn.

The corners of Constantine's mouth rose, watching the trajectory of the two golden bullets. Seeing that he was about to touch the cultivation tank, when he felt that everything was stable, he saw a black shadow flashing beside him, passing by at an even more amazing speed!

bang——

The bullet stopped in front of the cultivation tank and was firmly stopped by a hand, as if it hit the metal, splashing a dazzling spark and making a crisp and dull sound.

"I knew it......"

The look of surprise on Constantine's face flashed away, and he slowly put his hands down on the Holy Hunter, looking at the gradually clearer face, he couldn't help sighing, and said, "No matter what I want to do, it's an accident. Always comes sooner than planned."

The face has a strong three-dimensional effect, with a hooked nose and thin lips, typical Caucasian features, brown hair meticulously combed back, wearing a straight suit, looking very aristocratic.

"Wow~ Good luck!"

Constantine whistled and clenched Holy Hunt.

The face in front of him was the noble man he had seen in the hotel banquet hall, and he was also the culprit who caused this disaster, committed monstrous sins, and wanted to ascend to the gods with the body of a human - Wei. Albert Whatley!

"John Constantine..."

Wilbur Whatley looked sullen, and squeezed a few words from his teeth: "I ruined my plan several times, I thought erasing your memory would minimize the impact, but I didn't expect you Awakened her, I knew I should have killed you at that time!"