404 Constantine's Trick (More to Come)

"When did the Holy Mountain become the center of the world? It's so strange."

Tariq's face was squeezed together, and it looked very annoying.

"Who sent this guy to find Burkaso? I also have something to consult."

Integula frowned and said.

Silas looked at Tariq with curious eyes.

Is it a restrained relationship when a ghost meets a vampire?

Ghosts are mostly bloodless. I wonder if vampires can suck blood from ghosts.

Can any liquid be squeezed out of ghosts? Robots may be sucked out of oil or something.

What can ghosts suck out?

Silas looked at Tariq and couldn't help but start to think about where to insert the straw.

"Vampire, your eyes are a bit offensive."

Tariq said unhappily.

Then he looked at the people in front of him and felt a little embarrassed. Damn it, there are only three gatekeepers in the Holy Mountain. Who would have thought that there would be people coming one after another who needed to be guided.

Talek couldn't help but miss Anderson.

It didn't seem so difficult to accept an angel guarding the door.

"Kahn! Come take over!"

Talek called the Barbarian Swordmaster helplessly.

As a substitute for the gatekeeper, it should be okay to let Kahn watch the gate for a while.

"A jar of wine!"

Kahn's voice came directly from behind Talek.

The soul of this legendary barbarian stood quietly behind Talek, holding two long swords in his hands.

Little hooligan and provocateur.

This set of legends is very strong, and it is normal to appear in Kahn's hands.

After all, there are many professions that can use this pair of legendary swords, but there are not many professions suitable for it except barbarians.

For example, Karashim, who uses boxing as his main means of attack, needs attack speed.

But he needs the legendary boxing gloves of the Dragon Soul more.

So this set of swords appeared in Kahn's hands.

"Get lost! If you don't want to, I'll call Karju over!"

Tariq turned his head in a twisted posture and looked at Kahn with a squint.

A spark rushed out of his nose, looking like a dragon.

"I want two jars!"

Karju appeared on the other side with a laugh, sitting on the ground and rubbing the Storm Shield in his hands.

"I quit, but Karju, you have to give me one of your two jars of wine!"

After saying this, Kahn turned around and left.

Tariq was left staring at Karju with wide eyes, his teeth clenching.

"Kahn, come back here! One jar is enough!"

Tariq made a throat-cutting gesture towards Karju, but Karju's smile became hateful.

"Raise the price, I want three jars!"

Kahn slapped Tarik's slap and clapped his hands in the air to swear.

But this time the clapping was a bit loud, and Integula had to pick his ears.

"You two bastards are plotting against me!"

Tariq grabbed Jill's collar and walked towards the Elder Temple while spraying venom.

He didn't plan to continue arguing about the price.

He finally understood that Kahn and Kalju were in the same group.

Integula said nothing and followed Tarik.

Behind him was Silas, who kept looking around.

Further away, Banar was pinching the husky's mouth to prevent the dog from barking.

Banar was always crazy, and all carnivorous guys were his imaginary enemies.

Although he was not afraid of powerful enemies, his children did not have this ability.

In front of the gate of the Holy Mountain, Kahn dug a hole from the ground without caring and pulled out three jars from it.

Then he left a jar on the ground and disappeared.

The wine now belonged to him, and he was going to dig a hole to hide his wine away from the sight of that bastard Maddock.

Wait until the next time the entity appears before drinking.

What is left belongs to Kalju.

"I will go to Burkeso to borrow some anger tonight, otherwise I don't trust you to keep my half jar of wine."

Kalju shouted at Kahn.

Then he turned his head and stared at Nick Fury.

"I have heard of your name, Nick Fury. Steve is a very good young man. How did you make him have no trust in you?"

Kalju stood in front of the wine jar calmly, blocking Nick Fury's sight and asked.

Nick Fury felt a little overwhelmed. No matter what, he would not steal the wine of a group of dead souls.

Although he wanted to take a jar to study it.

"Maybe he didn't see the scenery I saw."

Nick Fury said calmly.

He stared at Kalju in front of him with his one eye.

Banar turned his head and looked behind him while holding the husky.

Dracula is here.

This is the area inside the gate of the Holy Mountain. Those who can appear here directly must have at least obtained the permission of Burkasso.

"Your eyes are dangerous, vampire."

Banar loosened his hand that was holding the dog's mouth, and the husky screamed.

The intuition of creatures is sometimes really hard to explain.

At least this husky can feel the threat from the vampire in front of him.

"Don't worry, I won't suck blood from that puppy, although I hate dogs."

Dracula smiled, a bit evil and crazy.

What vampires hate is not dogs, but werewolves.

After all, when he was killed by Gabriel's transformed Van Helsing, that guy also looked like a human.

"You're not here just to gossip with me. If you plan to find Bulcasso, just follow Talik. There's no need to waste time with me."

A flash of red light flashed in Banal's eyes.

The body is slightly swollen.

He didn't have a good attitude towards the existence of vampires.

"Of course I know, it's just that there seems to be something familiar to me in your Holy One."

Dracula smiled and did not take Banal's threat seriously.

At this time, the faint smell of the Weeping Angels made Dracula a little worried.

Barbarians are not afraid of that thing, but Integra is not.

Although Accardo is a thing of the past, the memory cannot be cleared away so easily.

"snort."

Banal hugged Gouzi and turned around. He couldn't accept dealing with vampires.

…

"Dear guys, your Constantine is back!"

Constantine rushed into the nightclub that had not yet opened for business and greeted the voodoo sorcerer named Midnight.

What responded to him was a group of green flames.

Constantine waved his hand and rolled to the ground gracelessly just before the fireball was about to touch him.

The fireball also disappeared with his movements.

"John, you do nothing good every time you come here."

Midnight was holding a glass of wine and shaking it slowly, with a somewhat inexplicable tone.

The glass contained vodka with ice cubes in it, and he didn't know if he did it just to hear the sound of the ice cubes hitting the glass.

After all, vodka is not wine, so there seems to be no way to sober up the alcohol.

"No, this time it's definitely good news." Constantine looked at Midnight in front of him with dangerous eyes and said, "Heaven and hell are balanced again. Don't you think this is good news?"

Constantine's expression was a little evil, but it didn't scare Midnight.

As long as Constantine is not a teammate, Midnight has nothing to fear.

Midnight raised her hand to signal Constantine to continue.

During this time, all the demons and angels in the world seemed to be dead.

Midnight hasn't seen those guys in a long time.

"Okay, okay, you owe me a favor and you have to pay me back when the time comes."

Constantine smiled.

"Let's put it this way, heaven has become a high-level heaven, and hell has become a burning hell, with higher standards and stronger power."

"Heaven P Lu S? And Hell P Lu S? Sounds like a good idea."

Midnight nodded, looking uninterested.

"What if I say that the one in heaven is also a guy who likes to talk about balance?"

Constantine said the important point, which made Midnight's eyes widen, but he immediately restored his original dead face and said: "If it really comes to that time, we still have the Supreme Mage."

Midnight said casually,

I have already started thinking in my heart.

Balance was something that didn't seem to be something that the angels he knew could come up with, which was very strange.

But this guy Constantine is not called pockmarked, he is called a liar, but he rarely tells lies.

Let angels do this balancing thing? Somewhat outrageous.

Will angels and demons build a harmonious world together?

The United States doesn’t do this anymore.

"I think you may have misunderstood something. The upgraded versions of heaven and hell cannot be blocked by the Supreme Mage. I hope you can think about it more carefully."

Constantine said with a smile, his eyes full of mockery.

Midnight isn't a likeable guy either.

This thing can cooperate, but it can't be trusted.

A voodoo sorcerer's methods are no better than those of a demon sent anywhere.

"I understand, Heaven and Hell skipped version 2.0 and went directly to the enhanced version 3.0. Should I pray that they don't charge extra?"

Midnight taunted somewhat sharply.

His face was very ugly.

"The free ones are the most expensive, I think you should know that."

Constantine spoke a truth that had wide application.

Originally, heaven and hell wanted human souls, but this time they only want more.

There are not many people that Constantine knows who are powerful in combat.

There are not many like-minded people.

But these guys are ruthless, and Constantine can use his life as a bargaining chip to hand over to these guys.

But most of the time, he is the one who stands on the gambling table.

"I won't be used by you, you know my purpose, so get out!"

My scalp felt numb at midnight.

It had been a long time since he had shaved his head.

"Neutral? Just kidding. By the time you want a team, it will be too late. And now, your generous good friend John will show you a way.

A balanced archangel, aren't you interested? "