The Death Knell

"These are Jason, Mike, Nailhead, Leatherface, and Ghostface. The Sheriff calls them the 'Farmers' team. I sent them to assist you in your next actions."

The adjutant sent some men to the House of Mystery. Obviously, she also knew that Constantine often killed his teammates, so the ones sent this time were basically undead monsters with rough skin and thick flesh.

Using monsters to deal with monsters is a very common problem-solving idea.

"Wow, that's cool." Zha Kang circled around several human killers, and reached out to touch the bloody kitchen knife in Mike's hand. He turned around and asked, "So Deathstroke is a character from a classic horror movie. Is it all together? Is he planning to make a Super Smash Bros. movie?"

"Don't test me, their purpose is what you think." The adjutant continued to calculate some things, and took the time to talk to Zha Kang: "You should not think about this issue now, but how to make good use of them to achieve your tactical goals. .”

"Well, there are so many of us now, so the strategy must be to attack the few with more."

The bitch loaded the 'Devil-Repelling Holy Flame' in her hand with shotguns. Each of these bullets was emitting a dazzling white light:

"I've spent a lot of money this time. Damn it, if I can't kill the thing outside the door, or the thing outside the door has no brains, then I will suffer a big loss."

These are enchanted bullets filled with blessed holy water. They are mainly used to deal with big demons. Zha Kang doesn't know what is at the door, but the most powerful weapon in his hand is this.

"I can't see anything in front of your door." The adjutant gave some information. Since she could lock the specific spatial coordinates of the mysterious house, she could naturally observe the situation at the door: "It was empty there, but there was a knock on the door. and laughter I heard clearly.”

"Dongdongdong...hehehehe!"

This sound never stopped, just like chanting sutras.

"It's okay, it's normal that you can't see the enemy." Constantine thought for a moment, then ran to the kitchen again, and dragged out half a bag of flour with difficulty: "I have dealt with eight or less invisible monsters. Hundreds, but guess what? Cheap stuff like flour or talcum powder is often the solution."

Seeing how hard he was dragging half a bag of flour, even the murderer couldn't stand it anymore. Leatherface, who liked helping outlanders the most, put down his chain saw and helped the weak man carry the bag of flour first.

"Ouch..." He groaned incomprehensibly.

"Thank you, you are such a nice person." Constantine patted Leatherface on the shoulder and thanked him politely: "If your whole family didn't like to kill people and drink blood, I would have introduced you to a girl. Friends."

In fact, Leatherface's family conditions are not bad. There is a large farm, a big house, and countless belongings left behind after the dead were eaten. Anyway, it is definitely much better than that of the hockey boy Jason.

"Ouch? No, don't." Leatherface shook his head, he stammered and refused the kindness of his new friend.

"Hey, you can't kill a woman every time you see her. Carrying on the family line is actually quite fun." He came to the door with Leatherface and motioned for him to sprinkle half of the flour on the ground and leave the remaining half in his pocket. First put it on the door frame as a trap: "When there is a chance, brother will take you to find the lady and let you experience the style of the West Coast."

"Um, can you count me as the one looking for a lady?" The ghost face in the crowd raised his hand, and he stood on tiptoe in anticipation: "They don't like women, but I do, buddy, I think we will be more There is a common theme.”

"If I remember correctly, you are an ordinary person, right? An American college student?" Constantine designed Leatherface's ambush position, then walked towards Ghostface and threw him a cigarette: "I'm worried that you won't be able to withstand some high-intensity How to play?"

"Ah, from a certain perspective, I am indeed an ordinary person, at least compared to those around me. I am a sophomore in college this year, majoring in educational psychology."

Ghost Face took the cigarette and stuffed it into a small hole at the mouth of the mask. He took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it:

"But I am actually not ordinary, because I can be anyone. Even if I die, there will be another me to take over. I am never alone."

To put it simply, the person under his mask can be anyone, and his status is similar to that of a clown, because Ghostface is a spirit that spreads terror and takes pleasure in it.

"I see, you're pretty cool." Constantine nodded. He touched his chin, and a few crumbs fell out of the dirty stubble: "Okay, let's count you, who else? Do you want to play together? Mr. Nailhead? Mikey?"

The pale Nailhead was suddenly called. He just glanced at Constantine calmly, then lowered his head and started playing with the Rubik's Cube in his hand, obviously not interested in this suggestion.

Likewise, Moonlight Killer, who had a paler complexion, was not interested either. He just held the blade of his kitchen knife and kept turning it over and over, as if he was inhaling the smell left on the knife, which was the fear generated by the victim when he struggled to escape from illness.

The adjutant was not surprised to see that Constantine had developed a good relationship with these murderers so quickly. After all, although Kang was a scumbag, he was a master of the dark arts. It would be smooth sailing when he came into contact with these dark creatures. .

However, she still coughed and interrupted the bitch's one-sided chat:

"Don't just talk, can we start? Or are you going to wait for the other party to break in and do passive defense? My time is limited and I can't keep an eye on you."

The reason why communication is maintained is because if something goes wrong, the adjutant will immediately teleport Zha Kang to the 40K universe to prevent him from dying.

Obviously the bitch has noticed this. After he realized that his safety was guaranteed to a certain extent, he became a lot more courageous.

"That's not okay. Don't look at the tattered door of my room, but the material is actually ancient dragon's blood wood. The magic circle carved on the door panel has been lost long ago, let alone that it is integrated with the house. But I can’t let the monster break it for me.”

Constantine took a deep breath, and he began to arrange a new magic circle in the flour-sprinkled area around the door. It should be a 'purple light magic circle' used to form a barrier, trap some unnatural creatures or block energy.

Nailhead walked over slowly, took a look, and then seemed to have learned it. He also began to actively help perfect the magic. The two spellcasters were obviously faster in cooperating.

The tactical arrangement is very simple to say, that is, everyone sets up a trap on the inside of the door and arranges manpower. When the door is opened, it is equivalent to throwing a cup as a sign. Everyone swarms up and kills whatever comes in from the door.

Of course, the people who swarmed him did not include Constantine himself. He spent a long time talking to build relationships with these mad murderers. Wasn't that just to let them take their backs...