Chapter 1504 C: Twilight Event (X)

Chapter 1497 C Twilight Event (Ten)

Azazel finally brought Constantine back to his palace, where Constantine met Lucifer.

"I thought you didn't care about Hell at all."

Constantine sat on the ground, his back leaning against the pillar in the center of the palace, Azazel stood next to the throne, and Lucifer stood in the center of the hall.

"If it was just the demons who started the war, I wouldn't bother to care, but don't tell me you didn't notice that the angels were starting to stir again."

Lucifer began to pace in the center of the throne hall, with a rare heaviness in his tone.

"About a few days ago, several uninvited guests visited my new bar in Seaside City. They were not ordinary humans, but their disguise almost fooled me."

Constantine, who was leaning against the pillar, frowned slightly. Lucifer sighed softly and said, "Almost no one in the magic world knew that I sold the bar in Los Angeles and came to Seaside City. For several months, only ordinary people have been consuming here."

"When those people entered the bar, I didn't find any traces of energy on them, so I naturally thought they were just ordinary guests, until the experienced local bartender I hired told me that their expressions and movements were a little wrong."

"The bartender thought they were thieves, but I found that they might be from the church and were the minions of the angels. ”

Lucifer stopped, folded his arms, frowned and said: "Generally speaking, the priests or bishops of the church will have obvious traces of the power of faith. I can smell the unpleasant smell from a few kilometers away, but there was no trace on the people that day. ”

"It must be Gabriel's handiwork." Azazel snorted coldly, leaning on the side of the throne and said: "That featherless chicken is best at this method. This is why Hell has not accepted fallen angels for a long time-Gabriel even let his men fall to hell to obtain intelligence. ”

Lucifer raised his eyebrows and said: "Michael and I both know that heaven and hell are under the rule of God. We are not really enemies. The vigorous battle of the fallen angels was just to declare that I paid a great price for my betrayal. God and Michael are clear This point, but Gabriel is not like that. "

"For many years, he is the only one who has been seriously fighting against hell, and he thinks that this is his means to gain glory in heaven. He thinks that Michael has been appreciated by God through the War of the Fallen, so he has always wanted to launch the Second War of the Fallen to replicate the glorious road that Michael has walked."

Speaking of this, Lucifer sighed deeply, as if sighing for Gabriel's IQ. He shook his head gently and said: "Perhaps he is the only one in heaven who thinks that God is completely fair and believes that as long as he does well, he can gain love and status."

"But the facts are completely the opposite." Azazel walked down the steps of the throne hall and said: "Whoever God likes will be given status, not whoever has status will be liked by God."

Constantine sneered and said : "Are there not many fools like this in heaven? Cain thought that he could get God's favor by offering a good sacrifice, but in fact, God liked his sacrifice because he liked Abel."

"God is never fair." Lucifer lowered his eyes and continued, "Just like every parent in this world, but Gabriel doesn't understand this."

"Provoking conflicts between heaven and hell is Gabriel's way of gaining status for himself. I don't care what hell will become, but I can't tolerate this idiot disturbing my life like a fly."

"So you came to me." Constantine sighed, put one hand on his curled knees, and said, "Because the great Satan is proud of his status and is unwilling to personally deal with Gabriel, who ranks last among the archangels, so you want me to disgust him."

"Just like you have always done." Lucifer walked in front of Constantine, stretched out his hand to help him up, and said, "You are good at causing trouble for demons and angels, and this time is no exception, isn't it? "

"Schiller left your soul in hell and tortured you, but I can let you out and let you do something else during this time. He won't find out. How about it?"

Lucifer handed Constantine a cigarette. Constantine lit it and put it in his mouth. He took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke and said, "First torture me, then let me go, as a grace, so that I will do things for you obediently..."

Constantine walked in front of Lucifer, exhaled a puff of smoke in his face, and then said, "Lucifer, have you been away from hell for too long, so you haven't kept up with the trend of technological innovation of the devil's deception? Such an old-fashioned method is still used?"

With a "whoosh", Lucifer spread one side of his wings and slapped Constantine to the ground. He lowered his eyes and looked down at Constantine and said, "You understand that Schiller threw you here. The demons are just avenging you for playing tricks on them before, and I forgave you. "

"You are wrong." Constantine turned over and lay flat on the ground, took another puff of cigarette and said: "I deeply regret my past improper behavior, and intend to use my own pain to calm the anger of all victims. I don't need you to save me, get out of here."

Lucifer took a deep breath, Azazel walked up quickly, looked at Constantine and said: "Constantine, are you crazy? Do you want to continue to stay in hell and suffer torture?"

"You are right, that's what I think."

Lucifer folded his wings again, he walked to Constantine's side, half-knelt down He looked at him and said, "John, what are you crazy about? Can't I ask you for help as a friend?"

Constantine lay on his back with his eyes closed, muttering, "If there is no hope, no one will hope in me. I am disgusted and curious, afraid and obsessed. I always appear in the moment of despair of others, because if they are not desperate, they will never think of me. This is the curse they give me..."

Lucifer first widened his eyes, then covered his eyes and said, "It's over, another crazy one! I knew that people who have something to do with Schiller must be like this. One day..."

Half-kneeling in silence for a while, Lucifer stood up and turned to Azazel and said, "Don't count on Constantine, go find out what Gabriel is doing now."

"Your Majesty, you acquiesced to our collective breach of contract just to lure Gabriel into the trap, but the group of people in the Grand Mage Alliance are already planning to renegotiate with us, and my agent hasn't heard any news about Gabriel. Does he really intend to give up the opportunity to control the magic world? "

"It's better not to be like this." Lucifer and Azazel walked out of the palace together, and he said as he walked: "Then it proves He has big ambitions, not even in the human world. "

"Could he invade hell?"

"He has always wanted to do this, to provoke our anger and force us to start a second war. We can't let him succeed. Find his location first. Once there is news, let the agent come to my bar to find me."

The noon in Plymouth was still a little gloomy. The clouds were very low, as if they could squeeze out water at any time. The rain clouds that had accumulated for a long time were finally overwhelmed. When the big raindrops fell, the pedestrians on the street hurriedly wrapped their coats and hurried to their destination.

Schiller walked down the stairs to the basement of the tower with the red hood. When he opened the door, he was slightly stunned and said, "Interesting."

The red hood walked in first. He looked at the scene in the basement. He first checked the fragments of the egg that had completely shriveled and stuck to the ground, then looked at the magic circle painted in the center, and finally fixed his eyes on a pool of blood in the corner.

"Did you see anything?" Schiller asked.

"I'm not as good at reasoning as Tim." Red Hood frowned and said, "But I can still see that this pool of blood is out of tune with the things around it."

"From a chronological point of view, the magic circle drawn with blood and the strange blood-stained fragments appeared earlier, while this pool of blood appeared later. The blood used to draw the magic circle and the blood-red fragments do not look like human blood. Even if there is human blood in it, it should be a mixture of multiple blood types, but this pool of blood by the wall belongs to one person."

"Very good, then who do you think this pool of blood belongs to?"

"I can't say for sure." Red Hood shook his head and said very honestly: "It is Tim's unique skill to judge gender, age, body shape and even occupation just by looking at blood. Sometimes I even suspect that he is a vampire. How can he guess so much with just a little blood?"

Schiller also walked into the house, carefully avoiding the magic circle and those disgusting fragments to ensure that his shoes would not be stained with dirt. He walked around the wall, stared at the pool of blood and said.

"This is Constantine's blood. He became Cain's food."

"What about the body?" Red Hood looked around and said, "Vampires should only drink blood, so where did the rest of the body go?"

"That's the problem. Someone left with my things before us." Schiller squatted down and carefully checked the shape of the edge of the blood, then said, "Or the body left by itself."

Red Hood shuddered. He looked at the dim room and the strange sacrificial utensils on the table again. He felt a little cold on his back, but he couldn't help asking, "The body left by itself? Could it be that Constantine really ran out of hell?"

The next second, Red Hood met Schiller's desolate gray eyes. He immediately took a step back, shrank his neck and said, "Dangdangdang, of course not, Constantine will definitely listen to you."

Schiller retracted his gaze, stared at the footprints on the shoes, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "A soul entered Constantine's body and controlled his body to leave here, so the question is, who is he? Where is he going now? And why did he do this?"

Chaotic and noisy sounds came from inside the bar, and the huge music made the floor vibrate. Bennett covered his ears and turned to Jim and said, "Do we have to come here? I'm really dying of noise!"

"Calm down." Dead Boston said, "These people can still sing and dance now, which means they are in good condition. We want such allies."

Jim said nothing and quickly pushed open the door of the bar. The tall guard standing at the door glanced at the Night Blade on his waist, said nothing, curled his lips, and let the group in.

Jim walked through the crowd twisting their bodies in the dance floor and walked quickly to the bar. Sure enough, there he saw a black man dressed in a jazz style wiping a glass in front of the wine cabinet. He took a deep breath, walked up and knocked on the counter, and said to the black man.

"Midnight, long time no see, how are you recently?"

The black man called Midnight turned around and saw that it was Jim. He raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and snorted twice.

"Master of Dark Night? How did the legendary hero of Maya have time to visit my humble home?"