The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Its plan to ascend to the gods should have been perfect!

But he never expected that after a hundred years of separation, Constantine broke into this place, and happened to wake up the sleeping Seraph!

This move caused Seraph, who was about to be contaminated and corrupted, to suddenly gather some divine power and build a defense at the spiritual level, delaying its parasitic plan for more than ten minutes.

Damn it... Damn it!

If he hadn't been entangled by that terrible man and killed a body using unknown means, causing confusion in his brain, spirit and memory, and he couldn't care to explore the situation here for a while, how could he not have discovered that someone had broken into the factory!

Seraph's resurrection delayed the plan to ascend to God by ten minutes.

For Wilbur Whateley, who was pursuing a smooth plan, this was an unacceptable result. After all, no one could guarantee what would happen in these ten minutes!

Everything...is possible!

The closer a plan is to success, the less likely it is to relax at all.

There are many examples in real life of those who thought they were sure of victory, but ended up being reversed. This happened just once, so we must be more vigilant now.

"You...damn!"

Wilbur Whateley's eyes were filled with anger, and he wanted to tear Constantine alive. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see if you can escape from me alive without the angels helping you this time."

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"Wait a moment..."

Constantine's face changed slightly, and the sense of disobedience became stronger: "Have we met before?"

Part of the erased memory, the angel who once saved him, and Wilbur Whateley's tone of voice, these fragmentary clues undoubtedly proved that before he came to this factory, he had a close relationship with Wilbur Whateley.

We met once and even had a fight!

"Jiejiejie..."

Wilbur Whateley smiled sinisterly, with an indescribably weird expression on his face: "This question... you will naturally know it after you join us, but now I still have those questions.

Go to hell!"

The sticky and greasy bloody asphalt slowly dripped onto the ground.

As a rising invisible pressure gradually spreads to form a large pool of blood, it squirms as if it has a sense of life, turning the ground in front of it into bright red, and will soon touch Constant

Ding's location.

"Fake!"

Constantine's expression changed slightly, he cursed secretly and quickly stepped back.

Judging from his many years of experience in the magic world, things like this that look weird and hard to mess with are generally related to evil gods from certain dimensions. It is best not to be touched by these sticky bloody asphalts, otherwise God knows.

Something terrible will happen.

"You want to run away now? It's too late!"

But how could Wilbur do as he wished? He sneered and said: "Taste the power of your companions!"

The viscous blood spreading on the ground rose up to a height of more than half a foot, setting off a huge wave under the control of ineffective power, making deafening whistling sounds one after another, and the huge attack coverage did not allow Constantine to escape at all.

opportunity.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!"

Constantine came to his wits in a hurry, took out a handful of white ashes from his arms, and waved it directly towards the blood wave: "The light casts the sacred six-pointed star. Please give me the sharp blade of courage to break the darkness in front of me!"

The white ashes scattered in the air and turned into a shower of rays of light and arrows.

The arrow rain, which contains the power of divine blessing, blooms in an instant with a mighty light. Whenever the blood sea touches the light, it makes a sizzling sound as if it has been burned. If the evil and strange sea of ​​blood encounters a natural enemy, it will be directly burned by the divine.

The power dispels!

Bang bang bang bang...

Under the rain of sacred light arrows, most of the blood sea melted away in an instant.

"Success!"

Before Constantine could even smile, a figure suddenly appeared in his eyes. It was Wilbur Whateley!

"Do you think I haven't seen your magic?" Wilbur Whateley showed his white teeth, and his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent: "John Constantine, with this trick of yours, I

I’ve already seen it before.”

Suffered... bad!

Constantine's expression changed and he was about to flee.

However, in Wilbur's opinion, his movements were slower than the crawling speed of a snail. He raised his pale and sharp palm and pierced through Constantine's chest like lightning, powerfully penetrating Constantine's chest!

Poof!!!

A strong force penetrated into the body, and severe pain instantly swept through Constantine's brain, and he couldn't help but scream.

"Uh uh ah ah..."

Constantine's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.

"It's over, Constantine."

Wilbur lifted his whole body into the air with force. The blood mixed with the broken pieces of meat flowed out along the huge wound. He stuck out his tongue and rolled the blood and minced meat that fell on his face into his mouth, as if he was tasting delicious food.

Chewing it carefully, he showed an evil smile: "Now...no one can stop me anymore!"

As long as there is no Constantine, the angel will not be awakened!

He will sink forever in the sea of ​​blood and pain in the hell, until the Seraph wings, which symbolize divine purity, are contaminated!

"Hahahahahaha..."

Wilbur shook his arm vigorously, threw the dying Constantine aside, and let out an arrogant laugh.

Am I...dying?

Constantine, who was on the verge of death, was so angry that he felt that the scenery in front of him was gradually blurring.

Temperature, perception, thinking, etc...

Everything seemed to be gradually moving away from him, and the feeling of weightlessness and falling suddenly appeared.

But at the same time, those broken memory fragments were being glued together and restored bit by bit. The lost memories were like springs at the moment, breaking through the sealing barriers and flashing crazily in the brain.

"Um?"

Wilbur, who had just taken two steps, suddenly stopped and felt a shudder!

"Hey...where are you going?"

Constantine slowly stood up from the pool of blood, holding a bright red blade in his hand. His eyes were as crazy as a beast, as if he was about to choose someone to devour him: "Wilbur Whateley.

.....I finally remembered."

Wilbur Whateley's expression changed drastically, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"You are... not Wilbur Whateley."

Constantine swayed twice, staggered back to his feet, and his fierce eyes exuded murderous intent: "The real Wilbur Whateley has been occupied by you a long time ago, and the angel who was imprisoned by you.

.....His name is..."

"shut up!"

Wilbur Whateley flew into a rage and let out a horrifying scream. He smashed the ground and rushed towards Constantine, trying to prevent him from saying the name: "Don't pronounce that name, I don't allow you."

Say that name!!!”

"Let hell sing - the river of dead souls!"

Constantine puffed up his chest, held the bloody blade in both hands, inserted it into the ground, raised his blood-red eyes, and said word by word: "Keep this name in mind, because it will be

End your conspiracy and end all this disaster."

Rumble…

Under the bright red blade, countless dead souls crawled out of the ground.

Completely unfamiliar faces one after another, but all carrying hatred and resentment towards the living, swaying like puppets, surrounded Constantine, with bright red blood gurgling like a fountain.

Swish——

A cold light flashed, accompanied by the sound of broken bones.

Wilbur relied on his superhuman physique to forcefully twist off Constantine's head and then threw it on the ground.

Is it over?

It seems...not!

Wilbur's pupils shrank slightly and he discovered that not only was Constantine not dead.

The falling head was actually smiling strangely at him.

"Let's see it..."

Constantine didn't feel any pain at all, and laughed like a crazy madman, with scarlet pupils under his scattered blond hair. He stared at Wilbur faintly, and the cold air burst out from between his teeth: "My Zanpakutō - Death

River of Souls!”