The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"Nexia, I don't understand..."

Constantine couldn't bear to look at the miserable conditions of those people anymore. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His teeth were almost broken and he said: "Is it possible that Wilbur Whateley built this factory just for torture?"

Do they satisfy their perverted desires?"

"Do you still remember the plan to ascend to the gods mentioned in the manuscript?" Nexia said.

"Remember, from the literal meaning, it should be Wilbur's plan to become a god, right?" Constantine recalled what was mentioned in the manuscript, although there are not many specific descriptions of 'ascension to the gods'

, you can see some clues.

Wilbur Whateley seemed to have gained endless knowledge and magic from the books passed down by his family, and thus became a powerful black magician, proficient in many lost dark magics that he had never heard of.

Magic is a double-edged sword.

Constantine had personally learned this truth a long time ago. Newcastle's experience told him that the more powerful a force is, the more restrictions it will have, and even one careless move can lead to results that are opposite to one's own wishes.

It is not difficult to believe that a nobleman who has never been exposed to the field of magic will inevitably change his temperament after acquiring such a complex dark magic, especially since he has performed a mysterious ritual and gained endless knowledge from it.

It was this wrong behavior that led Wilbur to decide to become a god.

Although Constantine had no idea how the so-called ascension meeting was carried out and what the specific ritual content was, he was certain that the price Wilbur had to pay was definitely not something he could afford.

"But what does the plan to become a god have to do with these ordinary people?"

Constantine was very confused and said: "I have also dabbled in dark magic. With the greed of those dimensional demons, the population of a mere city cannot satisfy their appetite. Unless half of the people on the earth can be sacrificed, otherwise

How can you help him become a god?"

"You were only half right."

Naxia raised her hand to lift up a strand of black hair that slipped from her temples, and said calmly: "What Wilbur is proficient in is not black magic, but another more evil magic. These people are not using it for sacrifice, but using

To endure the torture.”

An expression of shock and confusion flashed across Constantine's face: "But...why is this?"

"Because only these tortured and painful souls can help him complete the most important part of his plan to ascend to the gods." Naxia looked at him meaningfully and said: "Only those who are born in filth and evil can be full of evil."

Only the tortured soul can pollute that existence."

"Contamination...that being?"

Constantine was suddenly startled when he heard this, and felt that he had forgotten something.

"Constantine..."

"Constantine..."

"Constantine..."

The vague voice that echoed in my ears just now seemed to have become clearer now. The voice always lingered in the depths of my mind, constantly murmuring and repeating his name.

"Hey, Naxia..."

Constantine's expression changed slightly, and he turned to the girl beside him to confirm: "Someone is calling my name, did you hear it?"

"No, I can't hear you."

Naxia shook her head, indicating that she had not heard it, but then changed the subject and suddenly said: "But the voice calling you does exist, and only you can hear it, so don't be too nervous.

.”

It turned out that it was not an illusion caused by his fatigue!

Constantine suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if something was coming out of it. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and hold his head while shaking. Ten fingers were deeply inserted into the roots of his hair, and his breathing became rapid.

Got up.

A strange feeling of disharmony spread quietly from the bottom of my heart.

All the surrounding scenery suddenly became illusory and hazy in his eyes, with countless overlapping phantoms appearing, and a strange memory that had never existed before flashed through his mind like lightning!

"Newcastle...I remember!"

Constantine recited the name of this place, and a glimmer of light gradually appeared in his confused eyes: "I... came back to this place to save the little girl Astra, but I...

It seems that you have forgotten one thing?"

"The second memory triggered."

Naxia nodded slightly, her pink lips breathed a sigh of relief, and she patted her chest and said, "Fortunately, you remembered it in time. There is still enough time. Let's go to the next place quickly."

"No wonder you never reminded me that the triggering condition was my memory?" Constantine covered his head with one hand, the impact of pain still vaguely felt, and said with a breath of air in his mouth: "If I didn't recover my memory, wouldn't it be...

Does it mean we can’t stop Wilbur?”

"At least, the future I know, yes."

Nexia's eyes were a little sad, and she said: "If you haven't recovered your memory by this point, then the chance of us winning in the end will be infinitely close to zero."

"What are the chances now?" Constantine asked curiously.

Naxia thought for a while and said: "50%... is already very high."

"Half and half...it's okay."

Hearing this, Constantine cheered up again and said with an optimistic smile: "At least the probability is higher than when I made a bet with the devil."

While the two were talking, they had reached the deepest part of the factory.

A huge iron gate stands in front of you, with a huge number of complicated mantras engraved on it. Just looking at it is enough to dazzle, let alone deciphering or understanding the meaning of these mantras.

"Is that guy Wilbur still a human?!"

Constantine only glanced at it and felt that his head was going to explode. He raised his hands directly: "Don't expect me to open this iron door. I can't even understand what's written on it."

"No, just leave it to me."

Nexia slowly pulled out the Zanpakutō from her waist, with a hint of solemnity in her cold expression, and said: "After I open this iron door, Wilbur Whateley will appear immediately. I

I will do my best to hold it off for you, and the rest is up to you."

"Gudong..."

Constantine was infected by her seriousness, swallowed his saliva and said: "Wait, you haven't told me yet, what exactly do you want me to do?"

"When you go in, you will naturally know." Naxia looked back into his eyes and said.

"You just believe me so much?" Constantine suddenly panicked. What if he didn't know?

But unfortunately, Naxia did not answer him, and walked towards the iron door step by step. The slender blade glowing with white opalescence released a calming and refreshing spiritual pressure in this dark environment.

He thought quietly:

"All things travel in reverse, and hundreds of generations of passers-by are like passing shadows, passing through sorrow and leisure."

"It's life is like floating, and its death is like rest."

"Swastika - Floating Life!"

The next moment, the iron door burst into pieces.

"Walk!"

Nexia shouted loudly.

Bang!

The spiritual pressure brewing in Constantine's feet suddenly erupted at this moment, speeding past like lightning, brushing against Nexia's side, and rushed straight into the broken iron door.

boom--

Earth-shaking violent vibrations, accompanied by billowing air waves, rushed from behind!

Constantine didn't dare to look back at all and rushed forward desperately. He knew that as long as he hesitated for a moment, he would be completely torn into pieces by the cold and destructive gaze behind him!

The iron gate is still a dark passage.

He didn't know how long he ran. It wasn't until he felt a burning pain in his lungs that he saw a glimmer of light.

A majestic vitality came continuously, and at the same time, the voice calling him became clearer and clearer at this time.

Finally, he came to the end.

A tank-shaped culture tank soaked in bright red blood was suspended in the air by countless iron ropes engraved with incantations, and the pipes that absorbed the painful souls were connected to the thing from all directions.

Imprisoned in the cultivation tank, it turned out to be a woman!

She was a woman with an alluring appearance. Her loose blond hair was extremely conspicuous in the blood. She was wearing a gorgeous golden armor dress. Her face was as white as jade, as if carved by ice crystals without any flaws. Her tall nose bridge was perfect.

On the dividing line, two red lips are plump and thin, and the eyes are closed tightly as if they are sleeping.

But if it were just like this, it would not be enough to shock the veteran driver Constantine.

What really shocked him beyond measure, to the point where his scalp was numb and chills were rising from the soles of his feet, was that there were six sacred and pure huge wings growing on that woman's back!

This is a... imprisoned Seraph!