Marvel With Zanpakutou-Chapter 551: River of Dead Souls

His godly ascension plan was supposed to be perfect and flawless!

However, he never expected that Constantine would barge into this place and coincidentally awaken the sleeping Seraph!

This action caused the Seraph, which was about to be corrupted and corrupted, to suddenly gather some divine power and build a defense on the spiritual level, delaying its parasitic plan by more than ten minutes.

Damn it, damn it!

If he hadn't been entangled by that terrifying man and killed a body by unknown means, causing his brain, mind, and memory to be in chaos, he wouldn't have been able to investigate the situation here for a while, so how could he not have discovered that someone had broken into the factory!

The awakening of the Seraph delayed the project by ten minutes.

This was an unacceptable result for Wilbur, who was pursuing a smooth plan. After all, no one could guarantee what would happen in these ten minutes!

Everything was possible!

The closer the plan was to success, the more it could not relax at all.

There were plenty of examples of people who thought that victory was within their grasp, but the situation was reversed in real life, and it happened to have experienced it just now, so it had to be even more vigilant now.

"You.. Damn it!"

The anger in Wilbur's eyes surged, and he wanted to tear Constantine apart alive. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see if you can escape from me alive without the help of an angel this time!"

"Wait a minute."

Constantine's expression changed slightly, and the sense of incongruity became even stronger. "Have we met before?"

A part of his memories that had been erased, the angel that had saved him, and the tone of Wilbur. These fragmented clues were undoubtedly clear. Before he came to this factory, he had met Wilbur once, and had even fought him!

"Hehehe."

Wilbur smiled sinisterly, his expression indescribably strange. "This question, when you join us, you will naturally know. Now, just die with those questions!"

The sticky and viscous blood colored asphalt slowly dripped onto the ground.

As an invisible pressure rose up, it gradually spread out and formed a large pool of blood. It seemed to have a life consciousness as it squirmed, dyeing the ground in front of it a bright red. Soon, it was about to touch Constantine's location.

"F*ck!"

Constantine's expression changed slightly. He cursed and quickly retreated.

Based on his many years of experience in the magic world, this kind of thing that looked strange and not to be provoked was generally related to some dimensional Evil Gods. It was best not to be touched by these sticky blood stains. Otherwise, who knew what terrible things would happen.

"You want to run now? It's too late!"

But how could Wilbur do as he wished? He sneered, "Taste the power of your companion!"

The viscous blood that spread out from the ground rose up to a height of more than half a foot. Under the control of the ineffective power, it set off a huge wave. Layer upon layer, it let out a deafening whistling sound. The area covered by the huge attack did not give Constantine the slightest chance to escape.

"In the name of the Holy Father, the Holy Son, and the Holy Spirit!"

Constantine came up with an idea in a hurry. He took out a handful of white bone ashes from his bosom and threw them directly at the blood wave. "The light cast a sacred hexagram. Please give me a sharp blade of courage and break the darkness in front of me!"

White ashes floated in the air and turned into a rain of light arrows.

The rain of arrows that contained the power of the Divine Blessing instantly released a mighty light. The blood sea that touched the light seemed to be burned and made sizzling sounds. The evil and strange blood sea was directly dispelled by the Divine Power as if it had met its natural enemy!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the rain of the Divine Light Arrows, half of the blood sea instantly melted.

"I succeeded!"

Before Constantine could smile, a figure suddenly appeared in his eyes. It was Wilbur!

"Do you think I haven't seen your magic?" Wilbur showed his white teeth, and his eyes were full of killing intent. "John Constantine, I have already seen this trick of yours."

Shit!

Constantine's expression changed, and he hurriedly tried to escape.

However, in Wilbur's view, his movement was even slower than a snail crawling. He raised his pale and sharp palm and pierced through Constantine's chest like lightning!

Puchi

A strong force entered his body. The intense pain instantly swept through Constantine's brain, and he could not help but scream.

"Uh, uh, ah."

Constantine widened his eyes as if he could not believe it.

"It's over, Constantine."

Wilbur lifted him up in the air. The blood mixed with the broken pieces of flesh flowed out of the huge wound. He stretched out his tongue and sucked the blood and pieces of flesh into his mouth. He chewed them as if he was tasting a delicacy, revealing an evil smile. "Now, no one can stop me!"

As long as there was no Constantine, the angel would not be awakened!

He would forever sink into the bloody sea and the painful hell, until the Seraph wings that symbolized holiness and purity were contaminated!

"Hahahahaha.."

Wilbur swung his arm and threw the dying Constantine to the side, letting out an arrogant laugh.

Am I going to die?

Constantine, who was on the verge of death, was breathing weakly. He felt the scenery in front of him gradually becoming blurry.

Movement, perception, thoughts, etc..

Everything seemed to be gradually fading away from him, and the feeling of a heavy fall immediately appeared.

But at the same time, the broken memory fragments were being restored bit by bit. The lost memories were like a spring, breaking through the barrier of the seal and flashing crazily in his brain.

"Huh?"

Wilbur, who had just taken two steps, suddenly stopped. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine!

"Hey. Where are you going?"

Constantine slowly got up from the pool of blood. He held a bright red sword blade in his hand. His eyes were as crazy as a wild beast, as if he was about to devour someone. "Wilbur. I finally remember."

Wilbur's expression changed drastically, and his pupils could not help but contract.

"You are not Wilbur at all."

Constantine swayed twice and staggered to regain his balance. His fierce eyes emitted killing intent. "The real Wilbur has long been taken over by you, and the name of the angel you imprisoned is..."

"Shut up!"

Wilbur Wattley burst into a rage and let out a terrifying scream, smashing the ground and dashing towards Constantine, trying to stop him from taking out that name: "Don't say that name, I won't allow you to say that name!!"

"Let hell sing for it - the River of Dead Souls!"

Constantine puffed out his chest, his hands holding the blood-red sword blade as he stabbed it into the ground. He raised his blood-red eyes and said word by word, "Remember this name firmly, because it will end your conspiracy and end all this disaster."

Rumble.

Under the blood-red blade of sword, countless souls of the dead crawled out from the ground.

The faces were completely unfamiliar, but they all carried hatred and resentment towards the living. They swayed like puppets around Constantine, and the bright red blood flowed like a fountain.

Swish -

A cold light flashed, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

With his superhuman physique, Wilbur forcibly broke Constantine's head and threw him to the ground.

Is it over?

It seems that... it is not!

Wilbur's pupils shrank slightly. He found that Constantine was not dead.

The head that had tumbled down was actually laughing strangely at him.

"Let me experience it."

Constantine did not feel the slightest bit of pain. He was like a crazed madman who was laughing loudly. Under the scattered golden hair, his pupils were scarlet as he stared at Wilbur. A cold chill came out of his teeth. "My zanpakuto - River of Dead Souls!"

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