The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

At this time, Father Anderson finally appeared in Nivi's residence with Constantine.

The notorious Blood Queen is now sitting quietly on a chair by the window, looking at the scenery outside the window from a distance.

"Ms. Nivi, I think we can have a chat."

Constantine was the first to break the silence and asked directly.

To be honest, the moment he saw Nivi now, his heart beat hard as if it was being grabbed.

The delicate and tranquil face is indeed very charming.

Coupled with the light clothes, Constantine would be seduced by this charm.

In order to prevent Anderson from saying anything detrimental to communication, he spoke first.

"Nevi, I plan to kill you."

Anderson gave Constantine a dissatisfied look. For him, what Constantine said was too polite.

For monsters, there is no need for detailed communication.

Although Anderson didn't know if he could kill this legendary immortal monster, he was ready to give it a try.

"Now tell me what you're going to do!"

Anderson roared so loudly that the veins on the back of his hands popped.

The strong and tall figure held the cross on his chest with one hand, and anger could be seen in his eyes through the broken lenses.

Neve is a monster transformed from a human being. For Neve who gave up her human identity, Anderson became more angry than ever.

Nivi slowly turned her head, then turned back again.

Perhaps to her, instead of looking at Anderson and Constantine, the scenery outside the window is more meaningful.

But this was a good start, at least she didn't mean to refuse communication.

"Father Anderson, we are not here to fight, do you remember?"

Constantine lowered his eyes and spoke slowly.

Then he walked over to Nivi, pulled out a stool and sat in front of Nivi.

Constantine no longer had any hope in Anderson's words, so he simply dealt with the matter in his own way.

"So, Blood Queen, how do you plan to carry out your revenge plan after this resurrection? Do you plan to spread the plague in this world, or quietly wait for death?"

Constantine's tone was a little strange, and his fingers were beating uneasily.

At this time, he was like a reporter waiting for a big news, speaking with an eager tone, and showing just the right amount of admiration.

Masterful disguise is one of the things he does best.

After all, when dealing with demons, you can't express your thoughts too realistically, that would be very dangerous.

"I'm waiting for that chance to meet, and then I can accept the ending of destruction."

Nivi looked out the window with empty eyes and said.

The moment Agamotto and Merlin appeared before, she was not completely ignorant.

Now that I know that the person I want to see will appear in front of me at the end, there is nothing else that matters.

As for Constantine's disguised admiration, she didn't care.

It's just that this human didn't make her angry, and there was nothing wrong with him saying a few words.

"Alien!"

Father Anderson's teeth chattered loudly, and he sat down directly on the chair at the door.

Restraining the thought of fighting was not an easy thing for him. Ever since he came to Haixin, he had been feeling the disgusting feeling coming from the monster all the time.

Father Anderson's identity determines that he will not try to influence monsters, because long-term experience tells him that monsters are not worthy of belief.

Communication is more worthy of belief than the bayonet in his hand, or the bayonet transformed by the Bible.

At least the bayonet won't argue with the monster.

"Father, what can I gain by believing in your Lord?"

Nivi slowly turned her head, showed a sarcastic smile to Father Anderson, lightly opened her red lips and said:

"I was probably more pious than you back then, hoping that your Lord would send him to me. This piety lasted until I was about to die from a serious illness.

Father, does the Lord you tell you really exist? Have you never doubted your Lord? Do you really live for yourself?"

Nivi teased Anderson's nerves, and the smile on her lips became more and more crazier.

The ridicule of faith is what she has gained over a long period of time.

No one cares whether her ideas are correct, but communicating with Father Anderson is a good pastime.

She saw clearly that Father Anderson had no intention of fighting.

She will not be afraid even in battle.

"Hell exists, then the Lord exists. Everything I see is the Lord's gift, and the sufferings I encounter are all the Lord's tempering. The Lord is by my side, and I am not afraid of any evil, and I dare to fight against all the Lord's enemies.

enemy."

Anderson was extremely restrained in this questioning-like conversation. Even though his muscles were tense, he still spoke to Nivi in ​​the calmest tone.

Now that Neve has initiated a debate about faith, he won't back down.

Perhaps no one in the church was more pious than him.

It's just that he is not the kind of priest who studies church documents carefully, so his words are not very convincing.

"There is a person who watches me every day and tells me if I deceive others, hurt even my own life, or do anything unjust.

Then I will be tortured by demons in hell, fried in hot oil pans, have my body eaten by demons, and then become ugly and burn in flames forever.

And this man told me he loved me.

This is what your Lord does."

Nivi glanced at Constantine who looked like he was watching the show, paused for a moment and then continued.

"What did your Lord give me? I prayed to Him for food when I was hungry, for warmth when I was cold, and when I was heartbroken, I confided in Him. I just wanted Him to tell me that I would be better tomorrow.

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but none.

I have to work in the farmland every day, my hands have changed from delicate to rough, and I huddle up in the cold to prevent myself from freezing to death in the night wind. When I am sad, I can only huddle up in a small corner.

Your Lord has never shown mercy to me.

On the contrary, there is only the sun.

Only the sun gives me warmth, only the sun gives me food, and only the sun makes me feel the beauty of life.

Then why should I believe in your Lord and not in the sun?"

Nivi's words made Father Anderson a little uneasy.

Nivi's calm tone seemed to be telling a fact. Everything Father Anderson had experienced told him that it was meaningless.

His faith had not wavered, but at this moment he felt a compassion that should not appear when facing monsters.

Who can believe wholeheartedly without witnessing the existence of the Lord?

"At least the sun won't tell me what I should or shouldn't do. Before the sun, I am equal. I have seen angels, but not the existence of the Lord, but I can often see the sun.

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Constantine said loudly with a gleeful tone.

Then he gave Nivi a flattering smile.

The same is true for Constantine. He does not believe in the Lord, or in other words, he does not believe in anyone but himself.

At this time, he had some sense of agreement with Nivi's words, and then he put this feeling behind him.

Trust is not something that can be gained with just a few words, and that kind of emotion is not that cheap, but you won't lose anything by complaining about things like the church, and Constantine is happy to do it.

"It's a boring hypothesis. The Lord has arranged everything, arranged your suffering, arranged your revenge, but all of these are opportunities for your redemption."

Anderson took off his damaged eye, held it in his hand and spoke slowly.

He placed his hand on the cover of the Bible and rubbed it gently.

None of this could shake his belief, but it also limited his somewhat meager language accumulation and made him unable to express a strong rebuttal.

"Boring fatalism. If your master were a woman, he wouldn't have arranged everything in the world so badly."

Nivi turned her head, intending to end this somewhat boring conversation.

Constantine took out his favorite cigarette at this time and handed it to Nivi.

Nivi took the cigarette as if nothing had happened, lit it and took a deep breath.

"I'm waiting for death, waiting for the last meeting with that person. Leave me now. Except for those guys who tortured me, I will not hurt anyone anymore."

Nivi blew out the cigarette gently, and at this moment she looked a bit like Audrey Hepburn holding a pipe.

There was a longing for the future on her calm face, and some undetectable wrinkles slowly appeared in the corners of her eyes.

"I will remember your words and hope I won't meet you in battle then."

Anderson stood up calmly, and his tense muscles relaxed.

He did not give up his anger and murderous intention towards the aliens, but Nivi in ​​front of him was almost dead.

This is what the owner of his power told him, and Nivi's soul is failing.

When the originally eternal body began to age, the witch's soul also began to count down.

When Nivi was at her weakest, being scratched across the head by the sword in the stone would have ended her existence.

Instead of being like Arthur who could only divide Nivi into several parts.

He did not directly use the power of teleportation to leave here. This was his last respect for a once devout believer.

The next thing he has to do is to find the location of the Sword in the Stone.

"Honestly, were you injured by Bulcasso? It was the old guy at that time."

Constantine also lit a cigarette and said.

Constantine is more sensitive than those confused guys.

He could understand a lot about the passage of time with just a few clues.

Since Nivi's demise did not bring anyone else's attention, it means that this is the default result.

And he just wanted to satisfy his curiosity.

"I'm waiting for the end."

Nivi did not give a clear answer, but just reached out and flicked the cigarette ashes outside the window.

"Well, I think it's going to be a huge problem when the person you're waiting for arrives."

Constantine rubbed his eyes. The process of smoke getting into his eyes was a little uncomfortable, and the sour and faint stinging feeling was very uncomfortable.