Dark Savages Come To the United States

"That mammon is the son of Satan?"

Rumlow was sitting in front of the table, on which was Balza's head.

This head looks like a decoration, or the abstract one.

"What is he going to do?"

Matthew leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed.

"Anyway, the left and right are just a demon, so just hack it to death."

Luke fumbled for the warblade in his hand, looking nonchalant.

"The question is whether we're going to let it out, it always feels like it's a little bit dangerous."

Constantine looked a little irritable and seemed emotionally unstable. Perhaps this had something to do with him quitting tobacco.

Holding a pencil in his hand, he twirled restlessly at his fingertips.

"I wonder why it's my sister?"

Angel finally calmed down from the eccentricity of this period of time, and he looked a bit like a police officer of the serious crime team.

With a wine bottle in his hand, Bulkelso leaned his whole body on the sofa, not caring about the discussion in front of him.

His huge size crushed the sofa and made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

After all, it's just a demon. Even the son of Satan can't compare to the demon king of hell who represents the negative concept itself.

It's a one-shot thing, so there's nothing to care about.

"If mammon wants to come to this world, he must get God's help, as well as the Lord's holy blood."

Constantine added, although he himself is not very familiar with the contents of the Corinthians, but who made him have a friend who has not been sold by him?

During this time, he specially found the book of Corinthians and read it carefully.

Now is just a good time to give these "Zhang Yu" some specific knowledge, so that they don't think about it every day.

The pencil in his hand was tapped lightly on the table, as if he wanted to increase his persuasiveness.

Matthew wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything in the end.

"The Spear of Judgment?"

Angel was a little surprised. As a devout believer, she still knew the weapon that killed Jesus.

"So, there is something about angels here?"

Luke was a little excited, he had never seen a moving angel, and he was very curious about this kind of life with wings.

"So I'm worried that things won't be simple this time around."

Constantine writhed a few times uneasily, every moment without nicotine was a torment for him.

"Do you need me to transfer some people, so I can probably go about my own business."

Rumlow still doesn't care about this. S.H.I.E.L.D. has records about angels and demons, and he is still not interested in it.

As for Nick Fury asking him to investigate Bulkasso's mission, he intends to ignore it.

He who originally just wanted to have a soy sauce was involved in this trouble, which made him feel irritable.

It is expected that Nick Fury will not say anything more at this time, that guy may have even more headaches than him now.

"The problem is that the coming of mammon still needs a powerful psychic as a carrier!"

Constantine shouted loudly, the pencil in his hand was tightly clenched in his palm.

Then his gaze turned to Angel who was waiting for an answer.

"Will you die?"

Angel asked calmly.

"Probably."

Constantine said seriously, at this time he was like a well-meaning person who warned the children not to go to dangerous places.

By the way, he also explained why Angel lost his sister. After all, the girl named Isabel is a very strong psychic.

"Thank you for everything, Konstantin, you are a good man."

Angel looked at Constantine gratefully. After all, among the people present, who is a more powerful psychic than Constantine?

"Ha, I didn't expect you, a stinky guy, to have the noble will to take the risk of death!"

Luke, who was belatedly aware, laughed and patted Constantine on the shoulder, with a little more agreement in his words.

"We will do our best to protect you from being killed!"

Matthew's words were firm, and he was full of respect for Constantine who "dare to sacrifice".

"Hurry up! Get rid of that demon that got in the way, I have more important things to do!"

Rumlow folded his hands, watching Constantine urging.

"I mean……"

"Konstantin, your words will definitely attract Mammon to come!"

Only the head was left, and Balza, who was placed on the table, giggled strangely.

At this time, nothing can soothe his wounded heart like seeing his enemy's misfortune.

The pencil in Constantine's hand disappeared into Balza's head as if by magic.

Burkesso didn't pay much attention to the negotiation ahead, but he was a little surprised by the way Constantine stuck a pencil into a demon's head.

This kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can do in a moment of anger, it requires at least some skills.

Rumlow remembered John Wick who met him face to face.

He examined Constantine's face, comparing it with the killer's face in his memory.

Surprised to find that the two are almost exactly the same except for a slight age gap.

"Do you have a brother who is a few years older than you?"

Rumlow asked a lot.

As for Bulkelso, he devoted some energy to paying attention to Andakurgas who was sent to hell by him. After all, when he had nothing to do, watching a battle where the big bullied the small seemed to be a kind of fun. .

He didn't think Anda would find an opponent in hell who could make him fight hard.

After all, Dormammu's short-lived sandbag is a guy who sits in the top spot in hell. Judging from that guy, the king of hell is just like that.

If you want to get rid of Andakurgas, who is the spirit of the ancestors, without being hacked to death, you need three or four guys of that level.

...

"Come on, it's not enough!"

Andakorgas, the most oath-observing barbarian.

In order to let his brother know that the oath is unbreakable, he personally forged the legendary weapon of the oathkeeper.

Then used the Oathkeeper to regain his glory and status, and made his brothers keep the oath of betrayal.

Now he is shouting loudly to a large group of demons densely packed like locusts in hell.

And those demons trembled like little goats cornered by wolves.

The demons who dared to attack him had completely disappeared.

On the crimson ground, there was only a pool of minced meat spread out in one piece.

Anda, who used to be the leader of the Thunder Tribe, fought with storms and thunder.

Holding the Oathkeeper with one hand, it swept across a corner of hell like a meat grinder.

"what do you?"

A thin, pale guy finally appeared in front of Anda.

This guy who appeared suddenly looked like the elegant vampire in the legend.

At least it looks kind of elegant, but it's just that it looks like it's not sleeping well.

The sharp nails pointed lightly in front of him, pointing at Andakurgas.

Although the ancestors who were summoned had the breath of soul, this soul was not similar to all the souls that appeared in hell.

This makes this guy who looks like a boss a little bit puzzled.

He pointed to Anda with one hand, and gently stroked his waist with the other hand, looking tired.

"Come on, devil! You look more interesting than those bastards!"

Anda put down these words, and rushed forward without even thinking about asking the other party's name.

The weapon in hand set off a cool wind in hell.

Anda didn't directly use the charge, but stepped on wild steps and started to spin.

Lightning flashed on the blade of the Oathkeeper.

The scattered gusts directly smashed those quail-like demons into pieces.

"A devil is not worthy to breathe the smell of sulfur!"

With a taunting roar, the demon fell into an embarrassing situation.

After all, his back hurts...

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At present, 97 chapters are owed for recommendation tickets, and 16 chapters are owed for rewards, with a total of 113 chapters.

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Regarding the perspective conversion and rhythm issues that everyone responded to, I am thinking about how to adjust.

Finally, after thinking about it, it might be better to solve the rhythm problem...

As for the change of perspective, I will modify my description habits to make the change as unobtrusive as possible.

I never consider myself a gifted person. I feel very regretful and disappointed that I failed to satisfy the reading interest of the book friends who clicked in.

But that's it, book lovers have no reason to accommodate because of the author's problem, no matter where it is placed.

I can only continue to work hard and continue to read those teaching books that cannot be seen at a glance.

Hopefully one day I can get more readers hooked on my stories.

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(A couple of rants, I don’t know if I’m used to seeing other people begging for tickets, and I always repeat words inadvertently, such as asking for tickets, such as disgusting, such as don’t beep...)

I heard that if I spit out the slot, readers will fall into a situation where there is no slot to spit out, and then they will leave a message angrily.