090 John Constantine

The response to this guy was a loud door slam.

Anyone in this world may need help, but for Bulkaiso, it is completely different.

Bulkaiso closed the door and looked around the room, seeming to understand what attracted that idiot.

"Uncle, what is that man talking about?"

Jill was a little curious. For him, the magical side of this world was gradually showing before his eyes.

Jill was full of curiosity about these supernatural things.

"He said that this place was stained with some demonic breath."

Bulkaiso turned around and planned to continue his forging. Where the Nephalem existed, demons and angels would hesitate.

The reason why the blacksmith shop was stained with the breath of demons was just because of the weapons that Bulkaiso carried with him.

These two weapons have been with Bulkaiso for many years, and they are naturally stained with demon blood.

Although the breath of these demons has faded a lot with the passage of time, they still exist after all.

"Demons?"

Jill tilted his head and began to recall those guys he saw in the battles in other secret realms, still a little confused.

Young Jill couldn't understand descriptions like breath. To him, demons were just ugly and ferocious monsters.

With a rustling sound, the wrinkled business card was stuffed in from the crack of the door. The handwriting on the business card was full of cheapness.

"John Constantine, dedicated to solving your problem."

Bulkaso began to feel bored. He hated the chattering guy.

He strode towards the door. He thought he had to teach this ungrateful guy a lesson.

As the door was pushed open, the sloppy guy was squeezed and fell down by the huge force.

Bulkaso began to exude a trace of arrogance.

Since this guy named Constantine can feel the demonic breath here, he can naturally feel the aura of Bulkaso!

"What are you!"

Constantine's lazy look disappeared in an instant. This guy always deals with those demons and has used those angels more than once.

But no matter what kind of existence he met, he had never felt this unique breath.

It was not magic, nor was it a demon or an angel, nor was it those strange superpowers.

What he felt was just that kind of long, pure power!

Constantine didn't feel good. Although Burkaso only showed a little oppression, this strange feeling made Constantine unprepared.

Constantine knew that he seemed to have provoked something extraordinary, and now the best choice was to leave here obediently.

It was no secret to him that there was a group of wizards in New York, and there was always a spell breath unique to the Supreme Wizard in this blacksmith shop.

It was precisely because of this that he came here specifically. After all, a wandering wizard wanted to face those demons and angels, and he needed more backup.

And the Supreme Wizard was the best backup he knew.

Burkaso just looked at Constantine, who had fallen to the ground and had not yet gotten up, with the calmest eyes, without saying a word.

For this kind of guy, he didn't want to take action directly.

Constantine got up from the ground in a mess under Burkess's oppression and left the place without looking back.

He looked very scared.

Jill slowly poked his head out of the blacksmith shop, then reached out and picked up the wrinkled business card from the ground.

"John Constantine, an expert in the field of supernatural events."

Jill read the words on the business card in a somewhat weird tone.

"Okay, Jill, after lunch, we'll go to the city for a walk."

Burkesss didn't take this guy seriously.

On the other side, Constantine seemed to have some magical ideas. After seeing the spirit shown by Burkesss, his head full of weird ideas began to move.

"Manny, do you know what he is?"

Constantine held a fire hydrant and lit a cigarette, saying in the direction of the empty space.

"I don't know..."

A patrolman who was walking towards Constantine suddenly turned into an angel with white wings and said in a blank tone.

Angel Manny only came to this world to observe Constantine, who had one foot in hell.

He did not expect that he would see an existence near Constantine that he could not even understand.

"Aren't you an angel?"

"You know, angels are not omnipotent."

Constantine gradually regained his composure, perhaps because he was smoking a cigarette.

"I think you should know what it means to appear in the world without saying hello?"

A calm voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between Constantine and Manny, and the Ancient One wizard in a dark yellow robe appeared in this place.

Everything around was shrouded in a different dimension in the blink of an eye.

"Respected Supreme Wizard, I have no intention of breaking your agreement with Heaven, I am just observing him."

Angel Manny bowed deeply to the Ancient One, and pointed a finger at Constantine, who was holding a cigarette and looked weird.

"I think you should know what you are doing, so you'd better be honest."

Ancient One's face was covered by a hood, and his tone was not polite at all.

The world between heaven and hell is not a backyard that either of them can step into at will.

The barrier established by Agamotto made it impossible for these guys to show their full strength in the world.

Even if they could show their full strength, what would it matter?

She, Ancient One, was also a strong man who could defeat Mephisto head-on. The forces of heaven and hell had to be more honest in the world.

"I want to know, what should I call this beautiful lady?"

Constantine took a deep puff of cigarette and walked towards Ancient One with a step that didn't recognize his relatives.

Constantine, from the perspective of normal people, this guy is definitely a complete scumbag.

Those messy and unsystematic spells have never been his strong point. If he wants to say what is the strongest, it must be his unique rhetoric and superb deception.

By the way, he is also a bisexual, and he has even let monsters possess his body and have children with another monster.

The bottom line of a person seems to be just a boring word to this guy.

Every time he breaks his bottom line, he will immediately set a new bottom line.

He is a scumbag.

Maybe he has justice in his heart?

Constantine staggered in front of Gu Yi and stretched out his palm with a needle hole as if he wanted to take off Gu Yi's hood.

Of course, all he could get was a soul-leaving palm.

The illusory soul that was missing a part just appeared lightly in this place.

And his body softened to the ground, holding the burning "Ska" brand cigarette in his hand.