Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Chandler! Chandler?"

Constantine, who slept in the back seat of the taxi, seemed to be infested by a nightmare, grabbing frantically in the air with his hands, shouting the name of his only old friend, in a dazed dream, He suddenly saw Chandler tied up in the air by a blood-stained demon. The demon was still laughing at him. He could not see the demon's face. He could only see that he was wearing a weird mask with three on it. Dao blood paw prints.WWWW.SUIMENG. lā

"Hey!"

The taxi driver galloping in the morning sun in New York found something wrong behind the car, hurriedly stepped on the brakes, parked the car on the side of the road, turned his head and asked in English with a strong Indian flavor.

"Sir? Sir? Do you need help?"

The call awakened Constantine from his nightmare. He opened his eyes suddenly. The face with black eye bags due to staying up all night was full of exhaustion and horror. He rubbed his head, looked left and right, and looked again. Glancing at the driver, he subconsciously wiped his tube chest.

The hard touch of the tentacle made him breathe a sigh of relief, but fortunately...the thing is still there.

"Nothing, man, nothing, thank you."

Constantine got up from under the taxi seat, sat down again, and subconsciously took out a pack of Sika cigarettes, held it in his mouth, and lit it. The taxi driver was a young guy, looking like an Indian from his skin. There were unpleasant Indian songs in it, and the spiritual detective smoked in silence, turning his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

New York at 7 o'clock, the city only woke up less than one-fifth, but when the sun was first born, some people were already running around for life.

Yes, it was Constantine himself.

The days of running away are not easy. Although the Devil Gang is based in Mexico and Gotham, its power in New York is not necessarily much weaker. What's more, the things he holds in his hands are very hot. Holding this stuff means He offended not only the difficult devil boys of the Devil Gang, but also the Kama Taj mage who was responsible for maintaining the stability of the New York Sanctuary.

Compared to the former who can only find him in this world, the latter who can use magic to find him is obviously more difficult. Constantine had to hide his traces in a special way.

To be honest, this kind of days of hiding in Tibet is not like a way of life that people like him would choose, but there is no way...Even a villain no matter how bad it is, there are several things that must be done in life. .

"Sir, we will be in Chinatown soon, do you want to give a high-five? Need I pay attention to this trip?"

The weird taxi driver suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand, looking at Constantine with a smile on his face, who was shocked.

"What's wrong with you, buddy?"

"Uh..."

The taxi driver retracted his hand in a whisper, and said to himself in a low voice, "But Mr. Deadpool will let me give him a high-five every time to wish him luck... You are really inaccessible!"

The driver’s self-talk was obviously not heard by Constantine. Constantine paid to get out of the car downstairs in a residence in Chinatown. As soon as the driver closed the door, his cell phone rang.

"Hey, I’m Du Ponte, Mr. Deadpool? Well, I’m very idle lately. We almost killed Bandu last time. That bastard didn’t dare to pester my Gita anymore... Oh, oh, I’m not talking Shouldn’t it be so much, is it the East Side of Manhattan? Well, ok, I’ll be there right away, you wait a moment, do you know? I just sent a gentleman who is difficult to approach, yes! He is like a bastard , I think he is like a fugitive! Come on, he is not as easy to contact as you!"

Constantine strode into this old residential building. When getting on the elevator, a sloppy fat man squeezed in with difficulty. After the elevator door was closed, he leaned on the elevator and looked around. Constantine,

"Hi, John, where have you been recently? I have looked for you so many times and haven't seen you..."

"Hannah, not everyone can get good by swagger and tricks like you...Look at you!"

Constantine looked at the fat man's outfit very viciously, then set his eyes on the bottle in his hand, "You actually drink? Have you forgotten that you are a priest?"

These words did not make the fat man angry, he just took a sip of wine cheerfully and said leisurely,

"No, no, Constantine, not everyone is as nervous and lucky as you. After experiencing those things in the past, I can only rely on alcohol to make myself fall asleep, my God, and after I realize that God is early After I have left this world, I feel that the identity of a priest is like shit to me. I would rather be a damn liar like you..."

He took another sip of wine slowly, his eyes became serious.

"But this time is different, Constantine, this time is different! When I entered here yesterday, I thought I was going to deal with a simple evil god worship, but guess what I found?"

He slanted his eyes to Constantine,

"A devil! Real devil! I don't know how he crossed the barriers of this world and hell, but... it really appeared, leaning over a poor girl."

"So you found me?"

The elevator door opened, and Constantine strolled out of the elevator. There was a passage in front of him. Standing left and right was full of civilians who were disturbed by this mysterious incident. He turned to look at the fat priest, his face gloomy.

"You pushed trouble on me? Do you know that I have enough trouble now, and every one of them can scare you to death. It's a miracle that I can live now, you damn bastard. "

"But you still came, didn't you?"

Father Hannessy shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "When I found out that I couldn't figure it out, the first thing I thought of was you. I called you and you came, which means you are also very curious about this devil. ...In fact, I’m even more curious, didn’t you keep these troubles away before?"

"Fuck you!"

Constantine rudely gestured a middle finger to the priest, stretched out his hand to straighten his sloppy black tie, took the book out of his arms, and took another cigarette.

"It's different now. I'm very curious about any devil now... Okay, let's get to work! I don't understand Chinese. Take me over to see that poor child."

A few minutes later, under the leadership of Father Hanasse, Constantine crossed the crowd and walked into the dimly lit house. It was a girl who looked like a teenager, tied to the bed with a rope, and she was oozing. His roar is not human-like at all. There are purple-black blood vessels under her skin. This is obviously the appearance of being bent over by an evil spirit. Her parents kneel aside, holding the Bible and some weird objects, rosary beads. Ah, there is no way to stop the child's pain.

"Let ordinary people leave, Hannesi... Have you learned the occultism in the stomach of dogs? The devil here will drive them crazy, let them go! Get some holy water!"

Father Hannessy looked dumbfounded, who knows what the hell is the devil's breath?Everyone relies on half-hearted drive magic to eat food, who can be so professional?

But he still obeyed Constantine's command and spoke a weird Chinese to disperse those onlookers. The spirit detective took out a holy silver coin from his pocket, walked to the window, and pulled it down. The heavy curtains let the sun shine into the room, and the girl started screaming, roaring, and roaring in a language she didn't understand when she was exposed to the sun.

Constantine opened the book in his hand in the sun, and he said mockingly,

"Swear, swear... you scumbag, just swear, you'll know how great Papa John is!"

Filled with strong confidence, he turned the "Book of Solomon" to page 7. The reason why this kind of original text written by the author is precious is that they are equivalent to a powerful magic weapon in themselves, which can save users A lot of energy, especially the famous teacher like Solomon, who writes by himself, has a strong pressure on mysterious creatures.

If Constantine had only relied on a wealth of occult knowledge, second-rate exorcism and super courage, after he got this book, he instantly became the most powerful threat to evil spirits in the world. One of the few ordinary exorcists, this is the importance of equipment, brothers, the attributes are not enough, the equipment comes together.

"Let me see... well, I think I should summon a holy white deer elf. It is said that this pure spirit born from light is disgusting and dirty to you, like in hell It's a reptile-like bastard, with super lethal power, but any evil spirit bathed in its light will feel as painful as being burned by flames."

Constantine turned around, tossed the silver coin in his hand, and said to the struggling girl,

"Look, I have a way to punish you, so if I am you, I will come out of this girl's body obediently! I'll give one last chance! Get out! Talk to me, and then you can get out! "

He took a cigarette and exhaled his eyes comfortably, "Look, there is actually no deep hatred between us, right?"

"Fuck you! Constantine!"

The girl raised her head, her eyes were completely gone, and only the whites of the horrible eyes were full of mockery, "Poor Cheryl was going crazy by the fire of hell, of course, when you betrayed her , She was crazy long ago, you bastard who has a crush on her sister! You killed her! You also made the poor woman who has given everything to you so that the soul cannot be calm! Look at you, you can also be a bastard like you Be a hero like a dog, stop making trouble, John!"

The evil spirit distorted the girl's voice so badly and hoarsely. He said these secrets, turning Constantine's irritated face blue, and a wave of murderous aura sprang from the spirit detective. The devil had obviously touched him. The bottom line.

"Even a devil like me doesn't bother to be with you, yes, come on, expel me! But you can't kill me! Constantine! After the great dark prince comes, I will come to "play" with you again , Maybe I will bring the soul of Cheryl Constantine, who is already crazy, so that you can see what kind of treatment your poor sister has suffered in hell."

"Hahahaha!"

The evil spirit laughed wildly, "Come on, expel me, I'm waiting for you! You chopsticks!"

"You... do you think I really can't kill you?"

When Constantine was extremely angry, his voice completely calmed down. He put his finger on the page of the book and turned a few pages, "The devil is difficult to kill in this world, but it's not impossible...in the taboo In front of the knowledge, your sad dog leg is almost like a mouse, and the most delightful thing is that you anger me, you will become a negative teaching material for your companions, so that they can know that there are some things, some people , It's not what you should mention!"

"A Luz Da esperan?a, a Luz Da Espada do espírito -,?o!!!"

Constantine’s indifferent chanting sound was paired with a special handprint. At the moment when the last mantra was chanted, the entire residential building was enveloped by a thick, majestic, and intensely purifying light pattern, which lasted 10 times. In a second, in fact, by the second, the devil who had maintained this girl's body had disappeared in wailing.

This scene stunned everyone who was watching and Father Hannahsi. Ordinary people would only think Constantine was very powerful, but Father Hannahsi was a half-footed person who stepped into the mysterious world. He knew better that this purification was in front of him. The beam of light is enough to kill a dozen evil spirits at once, and Constantine is like hitting mosquitoes with a cannon.

When the light dissipated, he rushed into the room and saw Constantine who seemed to be drained leaning against the wall, and the latter beckoned him, saying with difficulty,

"Take me out of here! Hurry! They... will be chasing me soon!"

"Who?"

"A group of...troublesome guys."