End of the Sky

"Damn sulphur smell, that guy can project **** into the world ..."

Constantine coughed violently. He had died for two minutes, and then intermittently walked through **** and the world. His familiarity with the smell of sulfur was second only to nicotine, alcohol and perfume.

Do n’t underestimate these two minutes, just like ‘one day in the sky, one year on the earth’. In the West, there is a similar saying, that a second on earth is close to the eternity of hell.

In two minutes on earth, Constantine endured unspeakable pain in hell, so he vowed that he would never let his soul belong to hell.

Of course, many of his friends settled in Hell for one reason.

It wasn't Hell's projection that Constantine was stunned to, but it was Baldasha. This was not a matter of ability, but of authority and power. Baldasha was not qualified to do this.

"This guy really has a problem, there are still people behind him!" Constantine held the golden finger cot in one hand, wrapped his seemingly rotten linen in the other, and strode toward Baldasa.

Don't underestimate this rag. In terms of lethality to **** creatures, it is more than ten times stronger than gold blessed by the archbishop.

It is even bigger!

This rag is one of Constantine's collections. Fragments of clothes worn by Moses when he ascended the Ten Commandments are a first-class holy thing.

Russell raised his hand to stop Constantine, and he bowed his head at Angela: "The enemy's target is her. Don't let her be arrested, and Baldasha will leave it to me to handle it."

"Be careful yourself, there is something wrong with that guy." Constantine didn't insist. All along, the charge was always the work of his teammates. He really wanted to take the lead, and he was still a little accustomed to it.

"I know!"

Russell raised his hand to summon a sword of holy light, and waved hard at the front. In an instant, the holy light rose to the sky, shaking the projection of **** and shaking, as if it would be destroyed at any time.

Seeing Russell so fierce, Constantine was determined. After all, his personal strength depends on the strength of his teammates.

Constantine had a great magical attainment, mastered a lot of magical spells, but rarely cast spells, because he knew that using magic too much would pay a painful price.

Under normal circumstances, he will fight with the props on hand. For example, facing dozens of monsters that surround himself and Angela, he laughed and took out a small jar containing a screaming beetle from his pocket.

This beetle has no attack power, but has very practical auxiliary capabilities. Its scream is harmless to humans, but to the **** creatures, it is like the sharp noise of the nail scraping blackboard, which makes the monsters have a headache and it is unbearable.

Squeak ————

The sound waves spread, and the monsters immediately retracted their necks, and their stern features wrinkled tightly, rolling in sorrow.

"One, two, three ... fifteen, sixteen ..."

Constantine smiled and protected Angela, and while counting, harvested the heads of the ground, but soon couldn't laugh.

"Twenty-three ... twenty-three ... twenty-three !?"

Looking at the monster that hasn't fallen yet with three punches, Constantine was surprised: "The miscellaneous soldiers are so fierce, and they increasingly regret flowing this muddy water."

On the side, Angela couldn't stand the strong sulphur smell, and stooped and coughed.

Constantine no longer hesitated when he saw this, he took out his lighter and lit the sackcloth, muttering something in his mouth.

A strong light bloomed from his hand, and the relic burned out enough to destroy all the dark dawn light, causing the surrounding **** monsters to scream and turn to ashes.

With Constantine's fist punching hard, the last bit of light broke through the **** projection and opened a cracked door.

"Come on!"

He took Angela by one hand, and when the two left, the cracks slowly closed.

For this early retreat, Constantine was full of anger and had nothing to do with selling teammates. It was because of Angela's hind legs. Her body could not withstand the high temperature in the **** projection, and she had to send it out quickly.

Moreover, with Russell's strength, Baldasha can be solved in minutes, let alone selling teammates.

"Cough cough ———"

Out of **** projection, Angela was holding the wall to breathe in the fresh air, and the burning sensation in her lungs made her mouth dry and unable to speak a complete sentence.

Constantine slapped Angela's back to help her feel good, thinking about waiting for the event to end, and dumping her.

This was done for Angela's consideration. People around him, whether friends or relatives, active or passive, would die tragically for various reasons.

The curse-like tragic fate made him miserable. After a few days of shelling, he developed a love for Angela and did not want to see the tragedy repeat.

Just then, the lights on the street were flickering, and the sound of some large animal flapping its wings came from the air. Soon, the lights went out, and no fingers were seen on the street, and the sulfur smell of **** grew stronger.

"Shit, there are even outside ..."

Constantine guarded Angela, clenched her fingers in her hands, and faintly saw the dense crowd of **** creatures crowding the street with the last light.

...

In the area projected by Hell, dozens of monsters with varying strengths screamed and surrounded Russell. They were afraid of the light sword in Russell's hand, but they had to launch an charge under the command of Bardassa.

The claws are staggered, the canine teeth penetrate the venom, the hooves and horns can be seen everywhere, and the bat-like black bat wings. There are many kinds of monsters that besiege Russell. Two of them have a height of more than 5 meters. .

Russell locked his eyes on Baldasha, turning a blind eye to the monsters, and swiped his sword.

A stream of light fell, and the small world projected by Hell was silent, hissing, roaring, and screaming all gone.

The holy light extended out according to the trajectory, and the demons had no resistance, but when they touched the slightest, they were all attacked by the white holy inflammation in an instant and turned into a blast with a bang.

There is only one monster with a whole body composed of poisonous snakes and ants, which persists for a little longer. He has a similar elemental ability, which can disassemble the body and reassemble.

Faced with the burning of all things Yan Yan, he tried to decompose his body and escape, but the grade was too low, and the speed of decomposition could not keep up with the burning speed of Sheng Yan, and he was finally ignited together with his soul and died very clean.

Russell pointed his sword at Baldasa: "You are left. Say everything you know. I promise to spare your life and send your soul to hell."

Baldasha is cold and sweaty. For the devil, going to **** is the same as going home. If he can, he would like to ask for it in full, and use information to exchange his own life.

After thinking about it, he didn't have the courage. He touched the props in his pocket and laughed forcefully: "This may be a misunderstanding. My goal is not you, but Constantine. I wanted to teach him a long time ago. Pause. "

"But you just let them kill me!"

Baldasha grinned: "Uh, I'm so arrogant."

"Speak the person behind you, who is not qualified to make a **** projection based on your ability. Who is that person and why should you get Angela?"

Russell strode forward, Baldasha stepped back cautiously, disguised as a human being and melted at high temperature, revealing his original appearance, a cruel green **** creature.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I caught that woman, but I think she's pretty ..."

Huh!

Russell stepped forward and knocked Bardasha down before he could respond, and then the light sword stabbed and nailed to his chest.

"Ah-ah ---"

A large hole was melted in the chest by the Holy Light, and the white flames slowly spread, almost burning Baldasa into half.

Russell controlled the burning speed of the flames and said sharply: "Come out, I know you fear that person, he can easily crush you, but I can also kill you now, annihilate the soul and make you disappear from the world . "

Baldasha screamed for mercy: "Yes, yes, I tell you everything, but please send me to hell."

"can!"

Russell pulled out the sword of the Holy Light and waited for Bardessa to tell the beginning and end of the plot.

Baldasha gasped fiercely, touching the hollow in his chest, his eyes flashing with deep fear, and he trembled a cross from his pocket.

Black!

Russell frowned. "What do you mean?"

Baldasha lowered his head and raised the cross high: "Because of the curse ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I can't call his name directly, his identity is in the cross, you will understand when you get it."

Russell glanced at Baldasha suspiciously, and the Holy Light's sword provoked the cross, confirming that there was nothing wrong, and it was in his palm.

Suddenly, strong dark power rushed out of the cross, and a brain wrapped Russell into a dark clay figure, and under the corruption of the fallen power, the sword of light in his hand became dark in an instant.

"Hahaha, the pure fallen angel energy, the most deadly virus against the owner of this pure angelic power." Baldasha stepped back quickly, and personally guided a light, fallen darkness, full of blood and passion. Laughing loudly: "Although I don't know where you got the power of the angel, but we will be with you from now on."

boom! !!

Russell opened a pair of black light wings, and the body's sludge flowed into it automatically.

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Laughter was interrupted, and Baldasha fell **** the ground with his hands on the ground, facing Russell's dark eyes, and grinning, "Don't do that, man, I've liberated you!"

The black light wings closed, and Russell's eyes returned to normal. He took the first two steps and stepped on Baldasha's face: "Continue the previous topic, who is the person behind you?"

"Man, we are now our own! Our own!"

"Don't be stupid. Open your dog's eyes and see clearly, who is TM and you?" Russell said, stabbed by a light sword again and nailed it to Baldasa's shoulder.

Looking at Russell's golden eyes and the light wings behind him, Baldasha was stunned, and the pain of his body being burned by Sheng Yan could not pull him back from shock.

"No, how could it be ..."

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