The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"That mammon is the son of Satan?"

Rumlow sat at the table, on which lay Balza's head.

This head looks like an ornament, and it's also abstract.

"What is he going to do?"

Matthew leaned back in the chair and looked quite relaxed.

"Anyway, you are just a demon. You can just chop him to death when the time comes."

Luke fumbled for the war blade in his hand, looking nonchalant.

"The question is whether we should let it out. It always feels like it's a bit dangerous."

Constantine looked a little irritable and seemed emotionally unstable. Perhaps this was related to the fact that he had stopped smoking.

He held a pencil in his hand, spinning it restlessly on his fingertips.

"I wonder why it's my sister?"

Angel finally calmed down from the bizarre situation during this period, and looked a bit like a police officer from the crime squad.

Bulcasso was holding a wine bottle in his hand and leaning on the sofa, not caring about the discussion in front of him.

His huge body weighed down the sofa and made an unbearable creaking sound.

After all, he is just a demon. Even if he is the son of Satan, he cannot compare to the Demon King of Hell who represents the negative concept itself.

It's just a matter of one axe, so what's there to care about?

"If Mammon wants to come into this world, she must get God's help and the Lord's holy blood."

Constantine added that although he himself was not very familiar with the content in Corinthians, who allowed him to have a good friend who had not been sold by him?

During this time, he specially found the book of Corinthians and read it carefully.

Now is the time to give these "father-in-laws" some specific knowledge, so that they don't have to think about me every day.

The pencil in his hand was lightly tapped on the table, as if he wanted to increase his persuasiveness.

Matthew wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

"Spear of Judgment?"

Angel was a little shocked. As a devout believer, she still knew about the weapon that stabbed Jesus to death.

"So, there is something about angels here?"

Luke was a little excited. He had never seen an angel that could move, and he was very curious about this kind of life with wings.

"So I'm worried that things won't be simple this time."

Constantine twisted a few times uneasily. Every moment without nicotine was a torment for him.

"Do you need me to bring in some more manpower? Then I can probably go about my own business."

Rumlow still didn't care about this. SHIELD had records about angels and demons, and he was still not interested in it.

As for Nick Fury's task of investigating Bulcasso, he planned to ignore it.

He who originally just wanted to get involved was involved in this trouble, which made him feel irritated.

It is expected that Nick Fury will not say anything at this time. That guy may have even more headaches than he does now.

"The problem is that the arrival of Mammon also requires a powerful psychic as a carrier!"

Constantine shouted loudly, holding the pencil tightly in his palm.

Then his eyes turned to Angel, who was waiting for an answer.

"Will you die?"

Angel asked calmly.

"Probably so."

Constantine said seriously, at this time he was like a kind person warning children not to go to dangerous places.

Incidentally, he also answered why Angel lost his sister. After all, the girl named Isabel was a very powerful psychic.

"Thank you for everything you have done for me, Constantine, you are a good man."

Angel looked at Constantine with gratitude. After all, who among the people present was a more powerful psychic than Constantine?

"Ha, I didn't expect that a stinking guy like you would have the noble will to take the risk of death!"

After realizing it, Luke laughed and patted Constantine on the shoulder, with a bit more recognition in his words.

"We will do our best to protect you from being killed!"

Matthew's words were firm, and he was full of respect for Constantine, who "dare to sacrifice".

"Can you hurry up! I have more important things to do after I get rid of that troublesome demon!"

Rumlow crossed his arms and looked at Constantine urging.

"I mean……"

"Constantine, your words will definitely attract mammon to come!"

Balza, whose head was placed on the table, was laughing strangely.

At this time, nothing can soothe his wounded heart more than seeing his enemy in misfortune.

The pencil in Constantine's hand disappeared on Balza's head like magic.

Bulcasso didn't care much about the negotiation in front of him, but Constantine's method of inserting a pencil into a demon's head surprised him.

This kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can do when they are angry. It requires at least some skills.

Rumlow thought of John Wick, who had met him at that time.

He examined Constantine's face and compared it with the face of the killer in his memory.

I was surprised to find that except for the slight age difference, the two were almost identical.

"Do you have a brother who's a few years older than you?"

Rumlow asked garrulously.

As for Burqaso, he devoted some energy to paying attention to Anda Kurgas, who was sent to hell to cause trouble. After all, when he had nothing to do, watching a battle in which the big one bullied the small one seemed to be a kind of fun.

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He didn't think Adachi would find an opponent in Hell who could put him in a tough fight.

After all, Dormammu's short-lived sandbag is a guy who holds a high position in hell. Judging from that guy, the king of hell is just like that.

If you want to get rid of Andakulgas, the spirit of the ancestors, without being hacked to death, you will need three or four guys of that level.

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"Come on, it's not enough!"

Andakulgas, the barbarian who most obeys his oath.

In order to let his brother understand the unbreakableness of the oath, he personally forged the legendary weapon Oath Keeper.

Then he used the Oath Keepers to regain his glory and status, and made his brothers abide by the oath of betrayal.

Right now, he was shouting loudly in front of a swarm of demons that were as dense as locusts in hell.

And those demons were like little goats cornered by a wolf, trembling.

The demons who dared to attack him have completely disappeared.

On the red ground, there was only a pool of minced meat spread out.

Anda, who was once the leader of the Thunder Tribe, fought with storm and thunder.

Holding the Oath Keeper in one hand, he swept through a corner of hell like a meat grinder.

"what do you?"

A thin guy with a pale face finally appeared in front of Anda.

This guy who suddenly appeared looks like the elegant vampire in the legend.

At least it looks a little elegant, but it looks like he has some trouble sleeping.

The sharp nails were tapping gently in front of him, pointing at Anda Kurgas.

Although the summoned ancestor has the breath of soul, this soul is not similar to all the souls that appear in hell.

This makes this guy who looks like a boss a little confused.

He pointed at Anda with one hand and gently stroked his waist with the other hand, looking tired.

"Come on, devil! You look much more interesting than those bastards!"

Anda put down these words and rushed forward without even thinking of asking the other person's name.

The weapon in his hand set off a cool breeze in hell.

Anda did not charge directly, but stepped on wild footsteps and started spinning.

Lightning flashed on the Oathkeeper's blade.

The scattered strong winds directly chopped the quail-like demons into pieces.

"A demon is not worthy enough to breathe the smell of sulfur!"

With a mocking roar, the demon fell into an embarrassing situation.

After all, his back hurts...