Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The weather in New York is generally relatively stable, but occasionally weird things may occur.

For example, the sun was still shining in broad daylight, but in the evening it started raining hell, and it turned into a pouring rain in less than 5 minutes, it was hell.

"This hell weather!"

Constantine got out of the taxi, gestured his middle finger viciously towards the sky, and then walked towards the cathedral in front of him in the rain.

St. John’s Cathedral was one of the first churches built in the United States and was the headquarters of the Catholic Church in New York. After more than 200 years of construction, this place with only one prayer room has become one of the largest churches in the United States. One, uh, sounds a bit familiar, right?Yes, the construction process of St. Michael's Cathedral in Houston is almost exactly the same.

The place has now been completely destroyed. The burning of magic flames and hellfires has changed the atmosphere there. You can do anything there, except for the mysterious side of the church. It will reject everything and Something about the mysterious side, that is, the place has been completely destroyed.

"boom"

The heavy mahogany door was pushed open by Constantine, and he walked into the church wet, but was stopped by a priest in black. He looked very young, dressed but mature, and the whole person exuded a precipitation. Taste, polite and polite, very easy to accept.

"Mr. Constantine, your coat..."

Constantine glanced at the clothes dripping from the cuffs, then looked at the priest. He took a deep breath and made a strange gesture with his fingers. The temperature of the body surface rose rapidly, and the clothes were dried quickly. , He reached out and pushed the priest away rudely,

"Don't worry, angel, I will only be here for a short time, and...you know who I am looking for! So don't stop me..."

After speaking, he strode to the depths of the church where thousands of candles were lit around. At this point in time, few people came to pray, and the whole church looked very empty. On the front of the red carpet, three were placed. The sofa and a quaint fireplace with a roaring flame can bring some warmth to the church in this cold moment.

Moreover, the flames were shining, and the figures of the people around the fireplace became brighter and brighter, um... it was a little distorted.

A woman dressed in formal clothes is sitting in that chair. Opposite her, there is a middle-aged man with short hair, slightly fat, gray hair, and a pair of soft eyes full of calm and kindness. Looking at the clothes he is wearing, it is obvious Also a priest, he is talking to this lady.

"Father, I'm sure I want Isabella to be buried in a Catholic ceremony!"

The woman's voice sounded a little hoarse, but there was a special stubbornness and firmness in it, "She was a true believer in her lifetime, this is the last kindness to her, I insist on this!"

The priest opposite her seemed a little embarrassed, he said softly,

"Angela, I can understand your thoughts, but... Isabella committed suicide. This is not in accordance with the doctrine. I can't..."

"Father!"

The woman named Angela interrupted the priest loudly. She said loudly, "No! Isabella is not suicide! My sister will not commit suicide! I will check it out and give me some time. I can't allow me. My sister was buried without being blessed... How did you let her return to the Lord's embrace?"

"Angela! Calm down!"

The priest said loudly, "My child, don’t let anger and regret torment your mind. Isabella suffers from severe depression. The surveillance also proved that she jumped off the top of the hospital. Don’t be obsessed. Let yourself be miserable! I almost watched your sisters grow up, but whenever there is a little possibility, I would not let Isabella suffer such pain, but... my child, the ceremony is just a joke for Fan believers , But for us sincere believers, that’s a very serious matter."

The atmosphere of the conversation between the two people suddenly became dull.

"Well, David, you are always so serious... She is still just a child. Look at her eyes, they are confused and painful. We have seen such eyes countless times..."

It was a woman's voice, very soft and calm, which made people curious. Even Angela, who was controlled by strong emotions, couldn't help but raise her head and watched the person sitting silently on the sofa listening. The woman they were talking to saw her short golden hair, which was very beautifully groomed, turned to the right and combed into a wave.

Then there are thin cheeks, a special neutral beauty, and those eyes, looking at Angela with a high tolerance, but this kind of high overlooking does not make her feel disgusted, on the contrary, she even feels This person should be like this, she should be such a person, this kind of temperament is in line with her identity, even though Angela herself does not know who this person is.

However, she wore a men’s suit, a blue checkered, and a tie. This difference in gender and clothing made her curious, and it also gave her a sense of heroism, just like ancient dresses. Like a female general in armor combat, she is brave and heroic.

"Well, David, given the child's sincere plea, give her some more time."

She reached out and touched Angela’s cheek and wiped away some tears.

"You are in pain, child, I can feel it, not even because of your sister's experience, come and tell me, you are at a loss, tell me."

When she heard this voice, Angela's expression was in a daze, she could feel a call, let the Buddha's heart have a voice telling her, say it, say it all, so the next moment, she said,

"My name is Angela, Angela Dawson, I am a police detective from the New York Police Department. My colleague has been a police officer for 20 years and has never fired a gun. But this is only my third year as a police officer. I have killed Five criminals died. I didn’t even see their faces. I just pulled the trigger. It didn’t feel good to take their lives. I... I don’t know if I’m cursed or not, why I always encounter Badass?"

"So you plan to use faith to fight evil? Stop making trouble... That thing won't save you!"

A voice full of disdain interrupted Angela's statement. She turned her head and saw a man wearing a long black trench coat with a slanted tie and a decadent face walking towards them, with the corners of his mouth. With a lit cigarette in his mouth, he looked at Angela, no, looked at the woman behind Angela, he took a deep breath.

"At your call, I'm here, Gabriel..."

"you are..."

Angela asked subconsciously, but Father David took her arm and stood up.

"Come with me, boy, let's talk about Isabella's funeral."

Soon, there were only Constantine and the woman sitting on the sofa who didn’t move at all. Constantine called her "Gabriel". This is not an ordinary name. In fact, it represents wisdom. The name of the blazing angel, and among believers, very few people have given this name.

This represents a kind of respect.

In Constantine’s eyes, Gabriel in front of her opened a pair of huge wings behind her, flapping slightly in the air, which was in line with her identity. She looked at Constantine,

"You are finally here, you know, many people are very concerned about you."

"Why? Why should they care about me?"

Constantine unceremoniously sat on the sofa, cocked his legs, smoking a cigarette, "Why are you paying attention to me again?"

Gabriel curled his lips.

"I can tell you that God is paying attention to the lost lamb, but it seems too vain to say that, doesn't it?... Let's get straight to the subject, Constantine, why did you come to me? Pray for me to be together A chance to go to heaven?"

She glanced at Constantine, there was a hint of pity in those beautiful eyes.

"You and I know that you are running out of time."

"I'm here to ask, regarding Cheryl's soul, what do you and your God need me to do for you? Can she truly liberate her suffering in hell?"

Constantine pressed out the cigarette in his hand on the luxurious table in front of him, and he whispered,

"My soul I will worry about myself, and compared to heaven, I think hell is more suitable for me. Of course, if I have to make a choice, then I don't want to go anywhere!"

Gabriel shook his head, took a cup of hot tea, and said softly,

"Cheryl Constantine’s soul suffers in hell because you lied to her. She resents you and does not want to go to heaven. As for you, I think you know better than anyone else that you have wasted all your opportunities. No need to cover up in front of me, Constantine, I won’t be deceived by you, your reputation in this respect is very bad..."

"why?"

Constantine chuckled, "It’s because I don’t go to church less? Because I didn’t pray sincerely enough? Because I didn’t give you ten dollars in the blessing box like shit? Do you know? Gabriel, in my In my eyes, you are just like a pile of self-respecting shit! You are not even comparable to the demon I have dealt with before, he at least knows fair exchange!"

"you!"

Constantine pointed at Gabriel, then pointed at the statue of Christ above her head.

"And him! You will only tell me, let me sacrifice myself to be redeemed... I don’t care about your redemption. I didn’t come to humbly pray to you. I’m here to tell you if you don’t plan to play with me. , Then I will use my own means to play with you! The big deal will attract the ancient one, and everyone will die together!"

He pointed to his chest and shouted excitedly,

"I have advanced lung cancer. The doctor said that I will not live for a year. Do you think people like me are afraid of death?"

Gabriel did not speak, but looked at Constantine’s excited expression. Finally, she sighed and put down the tea cup.

"But you and I know that death is just the beginning... You will die because you have smoked 30 cigarettes a day from the age of fifteen, and you will go to hell because you choose to live this life, which is different , John, this has never been the same!"

Gabriel stood up, straightened his tie, and his neutral face showed professional compassion.

"Your life is chosen by you, including all the misfortunes your sister encountered was caused by you personally. So if I have to give you an answer, I will say, you are not saved, my child, she is also not saved. ."

The expression of a saint uttered something colder and harsher than the executioner. These words angered Constantine. He reached out and took out the Book of Solomon from his arms. He saw Constantine's fingers on the pages of the book. When Gabriel’s expression changed slightly,

"That's... wait!"

"boom"

The red door of the church behind the crowd was shattered by a deafening sound, and sawdust flew across. A big hole appeared in the wooden door. It was thrown out together. There was also a corpse whose skull was blasted away. It was the one just now. The young priest who blocked Constantine, a figure carrying a wooden box and wearing sunglasses walked in from the big hole. He carried a golden handful in his left hand, engraved with sacred runes, and a cross-shaped figure in front Old-fashioned musket.

At the moment when he saw this man, Constantine no longer had the demeanor that he had just chatted with Gabriel, and he was about to rush out deeper into the church while holding the book. The next moment, Saibo’s voice sounded in the church.

"Run again...I'll break your leg!"

"Stay aside, Constantine, we'll talk about you and that book later, I'm not here to look for you tonight!"

He took off his sunglasses, his eyes had turned dark red, and there was a lava-like ring of flame beating in them. He looked at Gabriel, then looked at the middle-aged priest and the surprised ordinary chick standing aside. .

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the hunting gun in his hand was flung, like a magic trick, and it instantly turned into a simple sandalwood fan and fell into his hand.

"Ha, that's great...it seems like it's really time for me to come, Seraph Gabriel, Lord of Light, Michael... the people who deserve to be are there, that's great!"