Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Chandler! Chandler?"

Constantine, who was sleeping in the back seat of the taxi, seemed to be infested with nightmares. His hands were madly scratching in the air, shouting the name of his only old friend, in a confused dream, He suddenly saw Chandler tied in the air by a blood-stained demon, and the demon was still laughing at him. He couldn't see the demon's face. He could only see him wearing a weird mask with three on it. Paw print of blood.

"Hey!"

The taxi driver who was galloping in the sunrise in New York found something wrong behind the car, hurriedly stepped on the brakes, parked the car on the side of the road, and turned his head to ask in English with a strong Indian taste.

"Sir? Sir? Do you need help?"

This call awakened Constantine from the nightmare. He opened his eyes violently. The face with black eyes because of staying up for a long time was full of fatigue and horror. He rubbed his head, looked around, and looked again and again. A glance at the driver wiped his chest subconsciously.

The hard touch at the time of the tentacle relieved him. Fortunately...the things were still there.

"Nothing, man, nothing, thank you."

Constantine got up from under the seat of the taxi, sat down again, and unconsciously took out a pack of silk cigarettes, dangling it in his mouth, and lit it. The taxi driver was a young guy, who looked like Indian from the complexion. There are not so good Indian songs in it, and the spirit world detective smokes silently, turning his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

At 7 o'clock in New York, the city only woke up to less than one-fifth, but at the dawn of the sun, some people were already running around for life.

Yes, it is Constantine himself.

The days of running are not easy. Although the Devil's headquarters are in Mexico and Gotham, the power in New York is not necessarily weaker. What's more, the things he holds in his hands are very hot. Holding this stuff means He was not offended not only by the devil's stubborn devil cubs, but also by the Karma Taj Master who was responsible for maintaining the stability of the New York sanctuary.

Compared to the former who can only find him in the present world, the latter who can use magic to find him is obviously more difficult. Constantine had to hide his tracks with special methods.

To be honest, this kind of hiding time in Tibet is not like the lifestyle that people like him would choose, but there is no way...Even if it is a bad villain, there are a few things in life that must be done .

"Sir, I'm going to Chinatown right now. Do you want to give a high five? Do you need me to pay attention to this trip?"

The weird taxi driver suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand, looking at Constantine with a smile, the latter froze,

"What's wrong with you, man?"

"Uh..."

The taxi driver took back his hand and said to himself in a low voice, "But Mr. Deadpool will give me a high-five with him 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 off the car in a residential building in Chinatown. The driver just closed the door and his phone rang.

"Hello, this is Mr. DuPont, Mr. Deadpool? Well, I have been very busy recently. We almost killed Bandu last time. That **** wouldn’t dare to pester my Gita again... oh oh, I don’t mean There should be so many, is it the East Side of Manhattan? Um, okay, I’ll be right by now, wait a minute, do you know? I just sent a hard-to-reach sir, yes! He’s like a **** , I think he looks like a fugitive! Come on, he has no contact with you!"

Constantine strode into the residential building for some years. When he got on the elevator, a sloppy fat man who was wearing it squeezed in. After the elevator door was closed, he leaned on the elevator and turned his head to look at it. Constantine,

"Hi, John, where have you been recently? I've found you many times and I haven't seen you..."

"Hannasi, not everyone can get as good as you do by relying on swagger and scams...look at you!"

Constantine looked at the fat man in front of him very venomously, and set his eyes on the bottle in his hand. "Did you actually drink? Have you forgotten that you are a clergyman?"

This did not make the fat man angry, he just sipped his mouth happily and said leisurely,

"No, no, Constantine, not everyone is as neurotic and lucky as you are. After going through those things in the past, I can only rely on alcohol to make myself fall asleep, God, and before I realized that God was early After leaving the world, I feel that the priesthood is like **** to me. I would rather be like you, being a **** liar..."

He took another sip from Reese, and 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 cult of gods, but guess what I found?"

He squinted at Constantine,

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

"So you got me?"

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

"You pushed the trouble to me? Do you know that I have enough trouble now, and every one of them can scare you to death, and I am still alive now is a miracle, you **** bastard. "

"But are you still here?"

Father Hannesy shrugged indifferently. "When I found out that I couldn't figure it out, the first thing I thought of was you. I called you. When you come, it means you are also curious about this devil. ...Actually, I'm more curious, haven't you kept away from these troubles before?"

"Fuck you!"

Constantine rudely pointed a **** at the priest, reached out to straighten his sloppy black tie, took the book out of his arms, and picked up another cigarette,

"It's different now, I'm curious about any devil now...well, work! I don't understand Chinese, you take me to see the poor child."

A few minutes later, under the leadership of Father Hannesy, Constantine walked through the crowd and into the dim house, a girl who looked like a teenager, tied to the bed with rope, she let out The roar of her is not like a human being. The skin is filled with purple and black blood vessels. This is obviously the appearance of being bent over by evil spirits. Her parents knelt aside, holding the Bible and some weird objects and rosary Ah, there is no way to stop the child's suffering.

"Let ordinary people leave, Hannesy...have you learned occultism in the belly of the dog? The devilish breath here will drive them crazy, let them go away! Go and prepare some holy water!"

Father Hannesy looked dazed, who TM knows what the **** of the devil? Everyone is relying on half hanging child to drive the magic to eat together, who would be professional at this point?

But he still obeyed Constantine’s command and spoke a quirky Chinese language to disperse all the onlookers. The spirit world detective took out a silver coin of holy silver from his pocket, walked to the window, and pulled it down. After the heavy curtains let the sunlight shine into the room, the girl started screaming, screaming, 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 sunlight, he said sarcastically,

"Curse it, scold it... you shit, even if you scold it, you will know that Daddy John is amazing!"

Filled with powerful self-confidence, he turned "The Book of Solomon" to page 37. The reason why such original scripts written by the author is precious is that they themselves are equivalent to a powerful magic instrument, which can save users A lot of energy, especially Solomon, a famous master with a long history, has a very strong pressure on mysterious creatures.

If Constantine had only relied on a wealth of occult knowledge, second-rate magic, and superb guts, he would become the most powerful threat to evil spirits in this world in an instant. One of the few ordinary human exorcists, this is the importance of equipment, brothers, the attributes are not enough, the equipment comes together.

"Let me see... Um, I think I should summon a holy white deer elf. It is said that this pure spiritual body born from the light, to you like disgusting, dirty, like in **** It’s a reptile-like **** with super lethality, but any evil spirit bathed in its light will be as painful as being burned by flames."

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

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

He took a breath and spit out his eyes comfortably. "Look, there is no deep hatred between us, is it?"

"Fuck you! Constantine!"

The girl looked up, her eyes were completely gone, only a terrible white eyes were full of ridicule, "Poor Cheryl is going crazy by the fire of hell, of course, when you betray her She has been crazy for a long time, you **** who loves her sister! You have killed her! You have also harmed the soul of the only poor woman who has done everything to you! Look at you, you can also have such miscellaneous things You're a hero like a dog, don't make trouble, John!"

The evil spirit distorted the girl’s voice, which was very unpleasant and hoarse. These secret stories were spoken by him, turning Constantine’s irritated face blue, and a wave of murderousness emerged from the spirit world detective. The devil had clearly touched him. Bottom line.

"Even a devil like me disdains being with you, yes, come on, banish me! But you can't kill me! Constantine! After the great dark prince comes, I will come and 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 suffered in hell."

"Hahahaha!"

The evil spirits laughed wildly, "Come on, drive me out, I'm waiting for you! You are all shit!"

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

Constantine's voice calmed down when he was extremely angry. He put his finger on the page of the book and turned a few pages. "The devil is difficult to be killed in this world, but it is not impossible... In front of your knowledge, your sad dogleg is similar to a mouse, and the most delightful thing is that you irritated me, and you will become a negative teaching material for your companions, so that they know, some things, some people , Not what you should mention!"

"ALuzDaesperan?a, aLuzDaEspadadoespírito-, que, desprovidode13carimbo:salom?o!!!"

Constantine's indifferent chanting with 13 special handprints, at the moment when the last mantra was pronounced, the entire residential building was covered with a thick, majestic light pattern with a strong purifying atmosphere, which lasted for a full 10 Seconds, in fact, by the third second, the devil who had maintained this girl's body had already disappeared in the wailing whine.

This scene stunned everyone watching and Father Hannesy. Ordinary people only think Constantine is very powerful, but Father Hannesy is a half-footed person who enters the mysterious world. He knows more clearly that this purification in front of him The beam of light is enough to kill more than a dozen evil spirits at once. Constantine is like hitting a mosquito with a cannon.

At the moment when the light dissipated, he rushed into the room and saw Constantine, who seemed to be drained, leaning against the wall. The latter beckoned to him and said hardly,

"Take me out of here! Hurry! They...will chase it soon!"

"Who?"

"A group of...very troublesome guys."