Chapter 1497 C Twilight Event (Part 3)

"John Constantine..."

Cain spoke English in a very strange tone, with each word emitting a strange wave, as if the voice came from a very distant space, and each sentence had an echo that ordinary people could not understand.

He paced around Constantine, his handsome face that made people fall at a glance was sunken in the shadows, and Cain continued.

"You followed the footsteps of Saint William and found my grave. You took the holy blood from the few remaining pools of blood. This is a gift that none of my devout believers have."

"So how do you want me to repay your gift? Go to bed with you?"

Cain's face was slightly startled, but he quickly recovered. He turned his back to Constantine, but turned his head slightly to look at him and said, "Tell me, what is the magic world like now?"

"Magic world? There is no magic world anymore." Constantine said in a mocking tone, "You came back at a good time. The demons finally couldn't help but harvest their believers. They collectively broke the contract and took back the power lent to the magicians. If you want to rule the world, do it now."

"No, I'm not that stupid. I know that my biggest enemy is not the demon, but the angel. They have never given up the idea of ​​destroying me." Cain continued in that weird tone.

"You want me to help you deal with the church?" Constantine sneered and said, "You don't really think my reputation is better than yours, do you? I can't enter any of the 46 cathedrals in the UK, and I will be beaten if I show up at the door."

"That's because you owe the angels too much, and they owe me."

"Let's not talk about the old accounts, let's talk about business." Constantine sat cross-legged on the ground and curled his lips indifferently.

The next second, he was grabbed by a pair of bloody hands. The bloody queen Mary stretched out her hand to him, pressed him against the wall with the claws condensed by magic, and strangled his neck tightly.

Constantine struggled instinctively, and Mary floated in front of him and said to him: "Listen to your master carefully, you damn stray dog!"

"Put him down, Mary." Cain smiled, stared into Constantine's eyes and said: "He is as pure as a newborn baby now. I have never seen such a pure and innocent soul in any human being."

Constantine was put down. He lay on the ground, covered his chest and coughed twice, then climbed up with some difficulty, with his back pressed against the wall, because Cain had already walked in front of him.

"Your unprovoked invasion of my tomb really angered me. When I followed the scent of blood to find your location, I discovered the abnormality of your soul - the pure breath awakened my desire for blood. I had already discarded the dirty and unclean blood of ordinary humans."

"You want to suck my blood?"

Constantine showed a slightly crazy smile, opened his arms, tilted his neck to one side, and said: "Come on, Your Majesty Cain."

"You are very sensible." Cain grabbed Constantine's chin with one hand, forced him to look at himself, and stared at Constantine's eyes with his pair of bright red blood eyes covered with mysterious patterns.

"Adam and Eve were in charge of the day and night of the Garden of Eden respectively, and when Abel's pure blood flowed in front of me, my descendants and I will forever possess the bloody twilight of the Garden of Eden, and from then on we can drink up the purity and turn it into great power."

Cain's voice was getting closer and closer. When his fangs were close to Constantine's neck, he heard Constantine whisper in his ear: "Kill me and I will return to my Lord and enjoy purity forever... Ugh!"

The sharp fangs pierced Constantine's neck, and as the blood flowed out, Cain's voice became clearer and clearer.

"God will not save you, sinner, he will only expel you and fall into the punishment of sin and fire forever, but I appreciate your piety because it will make your death sweeter."

With the loss of blood, Constantine's eyes gradually lost their spirit, and Cain showed a smile of enjoyment, but the smile on Constantine's face was worse than his.

The hand that was holding the wall fell down weakly. The second before Constantine lost his last chance of life, his voice echoed in the dim room.

"You will eventually know that evil people also have saviors..."

"He's dead." Lilith's voice sounded in Red Robin's mind, and then her tone was curious: "Are you just watching like this? Boy?"

"Something is wrong." Red Robin frowned and said: "Everyone who thinks Constantine is easy to deal with will be in big trouble."

"I know a little about the Dark Justice League - there is no one in this world that Constantine dare not use. He is best at using other people's emotions to drive them to do things for him, including enemies and his friends, or in other words, he is better at using friends."

"Do you think he has a plan? What did he say before he died mean?" Lilith asked as if chatting.

"Constantine doesn't believe in God." Red Robin shook his head and said, "I believe that if he has the chance, he will also cheat God."

Then he frowned and repeated Constantine's last words: "Evil people have their own saviors"···

···I guess he might want to use the person who will come to save him."

"Constantine once told Jim that a friend of his helped him pay off his debt and saved him. Since this friend was willing to pay such a high price, it is impossible to watch him die again."

Red Robin suddenly raised his eyes and said: "Constantine bet that he would save him, avenge him, and kill Cain for him."

In Hell, in Azazel's palace, Schiller was sitting face to face with Azazel at the long table in Hell, drinking and chatting, while Red Hood was sitting on the seat next to him reading a book.

"Your strategy is very effective." Azazel's tone was full of joy. He drank a sip of blood-like wine and continued: "All the demons who borrowed the power broke the contract at the same time, and the magic world was in chaos. Our years of hard work have not been in vain. Those stupid wizards have long been inseparable from our power. "

Suddenly, the black mist around Azazel dissipated, but what appeared in it was not the common demon with horns on its head in hell, and it was also different from the appearance of Belial and Beelzebub, which were close to animal incarnations. Azazel was a standard human-shaped blond hair and blue eyes, with a handsome face and a pair of huge black wings behind him.

"Seraphim Azazel - the guardian of heaven, the scapegoat who suffered for the Lord." Schiller smiled and looked at Azazel and said.

"It's all old news." Azazel said coldly.

Just as Schiller was about to say something, Azazel saw his face change, and then the smile on Schiller's face disappeared, turning into a slightly surprised expression.

"·······How audacious. "Schiller said in a low voice with some sighs. Azazel didn't know who he was evaluating.

Schiller stood up from his seat and turned to look out the window of the Demon Palace. Suddenly, two entangled souls flew from the window to Schiller's hand. Schiller's eyes flashed, and the souls turned into pure white light spots in his hands.

Azazel's six huge wings spread out, he soared into the air, flew to the air above the throne, glared at Schiller and roared.

"You are an angel? ! You lied to me! ! ! "

"Constantine..." Schiller read out the name of the soul, he took a deep breath, and seemed a little unbelievable.

Azazel in the air was silent. After a few seconds, he folded his wings and fell to the ground. Looking at the light spot in Schiller's hand, he asked in surprise:

"You became Constantine's master? How did you do it? This cunning human once fooled all of Hell!" "This is my private matter, Your Majesty Azazel. "

When Schiller looked at Azazel, Azazel cursed in a low voice: "Where did Lucifer find another fallen angel? !"

"How did you get Constantine's soul?" Azazel asked again.

"Heaven and hell can't get his soul, because you don't really want to save him. I suffered for him and became his master."

"I am indeed an angel, and after his bold offense, another me signed a contract with him.

······I have some private matters to deal with, Your Majesty Azazel, I will leave first."

Azazel snorted, but still said before Schiller left the throne room: "Be careful of Gabriel, he once made a great wish to judge all the fallen. Although it is stupid, it is very annoying."

Schiller paused, but still said: "Thank you for your reminder, Your Majesty. "

In the Forgotten Bookstore, Red Hood covered his head and woke up in a daze. He found himself lying on the table with an empty wine glass in front of him.

"Is this a dream?" Red Hood asked hoarsely.

Suddenly, he saw a hand holding a cup of hot water in front of him. Red Hood raised his head and met a pair of desolate gray eyes. He almost immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Drink it." Schiller's tone was very gentle. He looked at Red Hood and said, "Next, you may have to study for a while, because I have to occupy this body to deal with some personal matters."

Red Hood picked up the wine glass with slightly trembling fingertips and mechanically drank a sip of water. He looked at Schiller's slightly unfocused eyes and couldn't look away at all, but he still put down the wine glass and said, "You...are not that professor?"

"You can understand it this way. "Schiller said with a smile.

After he said that, he wanted to turn around and go upstairs, but Red Hood stood up and stopped him, asking, "What are you going to do?" Schiller's hand pressed on the buttons of his suit, he lowered his eyes and said, "Someone killed my lamb, and I have to get his blood back."

"Can I go with you?" Red Hood took a deep breath and continued: My class is not over yet." "I'm afraid this is not what you want to learn."

"But I can take a look."

"If you don't faint at blood, then come on, but wait for me here now, I'm going to change clothes."

Red Hood stood by the stairs, he watched Schiller walk into the bedroom door, and soon, he changed into a dark red prince's three-piece suit, buttoning his suit while walking down the stairs.

Red Hood had already walked to the door, he turned his head and looked at Schiller and asked, "Where are we going?"

But Schiller shook his head. He walked to the table by the window and sat down again, then pointed to the seat opposite and said, "Sit down, we have to go to hell again."

Red Hood felt a little confused, but did it anyway. Soon the two of them appeared in Azazel's palace again. Azazel frowned and stared at Schiller who appeared again.

"Why don't you seem to be..."

"Your Majesty Azazel." Schiller interrupted him with a raised voice, and then said, "Let's make a fair deal. You tell me where the person who killed John Constantine is, and I will reward you."

Azazel showed an interested expression and said, "I don't think you will give me a satisfactory reward.

···

"The reward is Constantine. "

Schiller walked to Azazel unhurriedly, and when he met the pair of desolate gray eyes, Azazel was the first to look away.

Schiller opened his hands again, staring at the soul light spot that emitted strong fear fluctuations with his somewhat scattered gray eyes, and pulled one of the intertwined twin light spots with his other hand and sent it to Azazel.

"You, all demon kings, Constantine, the most desired by the entire hell and heaven - this human who played tricks on you will fall into your hands."

Azazel listened to the miserable cry of Constantine's soul light spot, and looked at Schiller's desolate gray eyes. He suppressed his heartbeat, took a step back slightly, and said indifferently: "Everyone has his own savior, he is your lamb. "

"Yes. "Schiller lowered his eyes again. His expression was not angry at all, but with a slightly mocking helplessness. He looked at the soul light spot that was begging and screaming in his palm and said.

"But just like he has played tricks on you countless times, this self-righteous little lamb wants to use me."

"I will take back his blood, because it belongs to me, but I hope that you and all the demons in hell who hate him will teach him a lesson that satisfies me. As long as the soul is intact, hell should do its best to entertain him... This is the price of purity."

Azazel looked at Schiller meaningfully, turned around and walked back to the throne. He sat down on the throne, holding the armrests with both hands and listening to the screams coming from the soul light spot.

"No, no... Schiller! ! No! ! ! ! ! "Azazel's extremely excited voice echoed in the palace. "The deal is done, Cain... kill your lamb. "