Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The weather in New York is generally stable, but occasionally weird things can happen.

For example, the sun is still shining brightly in the daytime, but at night, it was raining ghosts, and in less than 5 minutes, it turned into a downpour. It was a ghost.

"Damn the weather!"

Constantine stepped down from the taxi, gestured his **** viciously towards the sky, and then rained toward the cathedral in front.

St. John’s Cathedral is one of the first churches to be established in the United States. It is the headquarters of the Catholic Church in New York. After more than 200 years of construction, this place, which originally had only a prayer room, has also become one of the largest churches in the United States. One, uh, it sounds familiar, right? Yes, the construction of St. Michael's Cathedral in Houston is also an almost identical routine.

The place has now been completely destroyed. The burning of the magic flame and the fire of **** changed the atmosphere there. Anything can be done there, but it’s impossible to build the church on the mysterious side alone, it will repel everything and Things related to the mysterious side, that is to say, that place has been completely destroyed.

"boom"

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

"Mr. Constantine, your coat..."

Constantine glanced at the clothes that were dripping from the cuffs, and then at the priest. He took a deep breath, his fingers made a weird posture, the temperature on the surface of the body rose quickly, and the clothes were quickly dried. , He reached out and pushed away the priest rudely,

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

After he finished, he strode toward the depths of the church where thousands of candles were lit. At this time, few people came to pray, and the whole church seemed very empty. In front of the red carpet, there were three The sofa and a quaint fireplace with a blazing flame inside can bring some warmth to the church at this freezing moment.

And in the blaze of fire light, the figure of several people around the fireplace is illuminated more and more brightly, um... it is a little twisted.

A woman in formal dress is sitting in the chair, opposite her, is a middle-aged man with short hair, fat, gray hair, and a pair of soft eyes full of calm and kindness, look at the clothes he wears, obviously Also a priest, he was talking to this lady.

"Father, I am sure that Isabella will be buried in a Catholic ceremony!"

The woman's voice sounded hoarse, but there was a special kind of stubbornness and determination. "She was a faithful before her life, and 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, which is not doctrinal, I can't..."

"Father!"

The woman named Angela interrupted the priest aloud, she said aloud, "No! Isabella is not suicidal! My sister will not commit suicide! I will check it out, give me some time, I cannot allow my My sister was buried without being blessed...how did you let her return to the Lord's arms?"

"Angela! Be calm!"

The priest said aloud, "Child, don’t let anger and regret torment your mind. Isabella suffers from severe depression. The monitoring also proves that she jumped from the top of the hospital. Don’t cling, you will only Pain yourself! I almost watched your sisters grow up, but whenever there is a little possibility, I will not let Isabella suffer such pain, but... child, the ceremony is just a joke to believers in Fan , But for those of us who are sincere believers, that is a very serious matter."

The atmosphere of the conversation between the two became dull in an instant, until the third voice joined it,

"Okay, David, you are always so serious... She is just a child, look at her eyes, it is a confused and painful look, we have seen this look countless times..."

It was a woman’s voice, so soft and calm, that people couldn’t help but feel curious, even Angela, who was controlled by a strong emotion, couldn’t help but raise her head, watching the silent sitting on the sofa listening The women they talked to had short blond hair, beautifully decorated, and they turned to the right hand side, combing into a wave.

Then the thin cheeks, with a special neutral beauty, and those eyes, looked at Angela with a high tolerance, but this height of the top view did not make her feel disgusted. On the contrary, she even felt This person should be like this, she should be such a person, this temperament is in line with her identity, although Angela herself does not know who this person is in front of her.

However, she was wearing a men's suit, a blue plaid, and a tie. This gender and clothing difference made people curious, and it also gave her a feeling of heroism, like an ancient dress. Like a female general in armor, she is heroic.

"Okay, David, look at this child's sincere prayer, and give her some more time."

She reached out and touched Angela’s cheek and wiped her a little tears.

"You're in pain, boy, I can feel that even if it's not just your sister's experience, come and tell me that your inner daze, let me know."

When she heard this voice, Angela's expression tranced for a moment. She could feel a kind of appeal. There was a voice in the Buddha's heart telling her, say it, say it all, and the next moment, she said,

"My name is Angela, Angela Dawson, is a detective of the New York Police Department. My colleague has been a policeman for 20 years, and I haven’t fired a shot, but this is only my third year as a policeman. I have killed Five criminals died. I didn’t even see their faces. I just pulled the trigger. It’s not easy to take the taste of life. I... I don’t know if I was cursed. Why do I always encounter Bad guy?"

"So you plan to use your faith to fight against sin? Stop it... that thing can't save you!"

A voice full of disdain interrupted Angela's complaint. She turned her head and saw a man in a long black trench coat with a crooked tie, his face full of decadent colors approaching them, corners of her mouth. Still holding a lit cigarette, he looked at Angela, no, looking at the woman behind Angela, he took a deep breath,

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

"you are..."

Angela asked subconsciously, and was pulled up by Father David,

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

Soon, there was only Constantine and the woman sitting on the sofa who didn't move at all. Constantine called her "Gabrielle". This is not an ordinary name. In fact, this represents wisdom. The name of the Seraph, and among the believers, few people named it.

This represents a respect.

In Constantine's eyes, Gabriel opened a pair of huge wings behind him, flapping slightly in the air, very 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 pay attention to me?"

Constantine sat on the sofa unassumingly, tilting his legs and smoking a cigarette, "Why are you paying attention to me?"

Gabriel pouted,

"I can tell you that God is paying attention to the lost lamb, but it would be too false to say that, isn't it?...Let's go straight to the subject, Constantine, why are you coming to me? Pray for me together Is there a chance to go to heaven?"

She glanced at Constantine, with a trace of pity in those beautiful eyes,

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

"I'm here to ask, about Cheryl's soul, what do you and your God need me to do for you? In order to truly liberate her soul suffering from hell?"

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

"I will worry about my soul, and compared to heaven, I think **** 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, picked up a cup of hot tea, and said softly,

"Sheryl Constantine’s soul suffered in **** because you lied to her, she resented you and did not want to go to heaven, as for you, I think you should know better than anyone, you have wasted all opportunities No need to hide it in front of me, Constantine, I will not be deceived by you. Your reputation is very bad in this respect..."

"why?"

Constantine smiled, "Because I went to church less? Because I prayed not sincerely? Because I didn't give you ten dollars in the shit-like blessing box? Do you know? Gabriel, in me In your eyes, you are like a **** of high self-esteem! You are not even comparable to the demon I have dealt with before, he at least knows fair exchange!"

"you!"

Constantine reached out to Gabriel and pointed to the statue of Christ above her head,

"And him! You will only tell me, let me sacrifice myself for salvation...I don’t seldom make your salvation. I didn’t come here to pray for 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 attracts Gu Yi, everyone will die together!"

He pointed to his chest and shouted with excitement,

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

Gabriel did not speak, just looked at Constantine's excited expression, and finally, she sighed and put down her teacup,

"But you and I all know that death is just the beginning...you will die because you started smoking 30 cigarettes a day from the age of fifteen, and you will go to **** because you chose to live this life, which is different , John, this is never the same!"

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

"Your life is your own choice, including all the misfortunes encountered by your sister are also caused by your own hands, so I must give you an answer, I will say, you have not been saved, child, she has not been saved. ."

The saint-like expression said something colder and harsher than the executioner. This sentence angered Constantine. He reached out and took out the Book of Solomon from his arms. After seeing Constantine's finger pressed on the page At that time, Gabriel’s expression changed slightly,

"That's... wait!"

"boom"

The red door of the church behind everyone was shattered by a deafening sound, sawdust flew across, a big hole appeared on the wooden door, and they were thrown together, and there was a corpse with more than half of the brain opened. The young priest who stopped Constantine, a figure carrying a wooden box carrying sunglasses, walked in through the big hole. He carried a golden hand inscribed with a sacred rune in his left hand, and made a cross in the front. Vintage smoothbore.

At the moment when he saw this person, Constantine no longer had the demeanor to chat with Gabriel just now, grabbing the book and rushing deeper into the church. The next moment, Cyber's voice rang in the church,

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

"Stay obediently, Constantine, we'll talk about you and that book later, I'm tonight...not to come to you!"

He took off his sunglasses, and his eyes had turned into dark red, with a ring of magma-like flame beating. He looked at Gabriel, and then looked at the middle-aged priest and the surprised ordinary chick standing on the side. .

There was a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and the hunting demon rifle was thrown in his hand, just like a magic, and instantly became a quaint sandal fan in his hand.

"Hah, that's good... It seems that I came at the right time, Seraph Gabriel, Michael the Light Lord... All the people who should be there, this is great!" End of content -->