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Chapter 812
chapter 0341 part 1
Chapter 339: Constantine and the Dimensional Evil God Tang Song
Burning, scorching magic power flowed continuously through John Constantine's body, injecting into the six-pointed magic array before him.
The surging, hot magic power from the Demon King of Hell made John Constantine feel stuffed, but this wasn't the first time he'd borrowed the strength of these "old friends".
So, being familiar with the process, John Constantine wasn't in much pain. He lit a cigarette, and his brown trench coat billowed out behind him without wind.
His hands formed bizarre, twisted mudras that no Normal Person could make. Borrowing the strength of the Demon King of Hell, as his hands touched the magic array, clusters of black flames ignited simultaneously at the six points around the water droplets gemstone.
Streams of crimson light burst forth from the magic array, as if opening a Spatial Channel leading to another Dimension.
The six-pointed magic array emitted dazzling radiance. In the sight of a Magic User, invisible frequencies extended from this magic array, tracing the origin of the black mist at the center of the magic array.
"Whew!"
John Constantine stood beside the magic array, smoking his cigarette, acting as the casting medium for the magic array while thinking about how to deal with that Dimensional Evil God.
That black mist carried the Power of Death; perhaps He would be interested in souls.
The little bat said Earth was facing an apocalyptic crisis, and quite a few people would likely die. If he sold the souls of those deceased to that Dimensional Evil God, he should be able to exchange them for some powerful magic.
Fuck, it would be best if he could thoroughly screw over the Demon King of Hell's power. Hopefully, this time he could find a more powerful Evil God.
Thinking of the Demon King of Hell, a hint of gloom flashed in John Constantine's eyes. Back then, to save his old friend's soul, he had offended this Demon King of Hell. Although he later used the strength of Gabriel and a Witch to fight the Demon King of Hell multiple times and even managed to reclaim his soul for a time.
However, for some reason, he and Gabriel had a small misunderstanding.
Of course, there was a reason for it; it was absolutely not him intentionally framing that Archangel. As for selling out the Witch Ellie, that was even more of a misunderstanding.
Ultimately, to resist the vengeful Gabriel and the Witch, he was forced to sign a contract and sell his soul to the Demon King of Hell.
In exchange, the Demon King of Hell helped him drag his enemies, Ellie, Buer, Crowley, and Gary Lester, down to Hell and opened up a Space in Hell to store the souls of his deceased relatives and friends who couldn't ascend to Heaven.
Although he had reached a deal with the Demon King of Hell, as everyone knows, John Constantine has never been someone who abides by contracts.
He had been searching for a strength that could contend with the Demon King of Hell. However, the Demon King of Hell was the first Demon King of Hell in history to fall to Hell. Finding a strength that could match Him was not an easy matter.
He loosened his tie, looking at the glowing magic array with some anticipation.
Time passed little by little. Six or seven cigarette butts accumulated at John Constantine's feet, but the magic array's radiance remained. The black and red light beams continuously probed into The Void, yet there was no feedback whatsoever.
"Is the distance too great?!"
John Constantine looked at the black energy in the gemstone that was about to be completely consumed and couldn't help but scratch his head. Based on his many years of experience providing door-to-door service, this much time was enough to contact any Dimensional Evil God or Hell Demon, unless the distance was too far, or the owner of that strength had fallen into deep slumber.
Thinking of the latter possibility, a sharp light flashed in John Constantine's eyes. A Dimensional Evil God who had fallen into deep slumber – he could completely steal His strength.
For him, anything he could steal was never meant to be returned.
Deciding to act immediately, John Constantine casually tossed the cigarette butt from his mouth, brought his arms together, and two incomplete magic runes on his forearms instantly formed a circular magic pattern.
In the center of the magic pattern was a pictographic image of Quetzalcoatl.
This was something Constantine had obtained by selling his physical body and tricking a Witch, said to be a magic totem from the Mayans. The Mayans had perished centuries ago, so the Gods they worshipped had long since fallen into a state of deep slumber. For Constantine, such slumbering Gods were the best charging stations.
Unlike the strength of the Demon King of Hell and those Demons and Angels, if you used too much of Their strength, those stingy fellows would cast their watchful gaze upon you.
Accompanied by powerful magic fluctuation, the magic array on the ground immediately erupted with a brilliant light beam, plunging into The Void.
After the time it took to smoke a few more cigarettes, there was still no movement from the magic array.
With a series of cracking sounds, John Constantine looked at the shattered gemstone in the center of the magic array with some heartache, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes. "Fuck, I lost money!"
Just as John Constantine was about to give up, he suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness beneath his feet, as if he were falling downwards.
The next moment, John Constantine felt as if his soul had detached from his physical body, directly traversing a Star Sea.
He could even see the distant, magnificent Nebula, as if the mysteries of the entire Universe were laid out before his eyes. Accompanied by a sensation of passing through a membrane, John Constantine's consciousness arrived in a magnificent World.
This place looked like the top of a Mountain Peak, a Mountain Peak made of red crystal. It looked very peculiar. A red jade stone-like road was laid out downwards along the Mountain Peak.
Various strange plants and trees grew on both sides of the road. Although John Constantine was currently in a soul body state, he felt a scent of plants and trees assailing his nostrils.
Chapter 339: Constantine and the Dimensional Evil God Tang Song
Burning, scorching magic power flowed continuously through John Constantine's body, injecting into the six-pointed magic array before him.
The surging, hot magic power from the Demon King of Hell made John Constantine feel stuffed, but this wasn't the first time he'd borrowed the strength of these "old friends".
So, being familiar with the process, John Constantine wasn't in much pain. He lit a cigarette, and his brown trench coat billowed out behind him without wind.
His hands formed bizarre, twisted mudras that no Normal Person could make. Borrowing the strength of the Demon King of Hell, as his hands touched the magic array, clusters of black flames ignited simultaneously at the six points around the water droplets gemstone.
Streams of crimson light burst forth from the magic array, as if opening a Spatial Channel leading to another Dimension.
The six-pointed magic array emitted dazzling radiance. In the sight of a Magic User, invisible frequencies extended from this magic array, tracing the origin of the black mist at the center of the magic array.
"Whew!"
John Constantine stood beside the magic array, smoking his cigarette, acting as the casting medium for the magic array while thinking about how to deal with that Dimensional Evil God.
That black mist carried the Power of Death; perhaps He would be interested in souls.
The little bat said Earth was facing an apocalyptic crisis, and quite a few people would likely die. If he sold the souls of those deceased to that Dimensional Evil God, he should be able to exchange them for some powerful magic.
Fuck, it would be best if he could thoroughly screw over the Demon King of Hell's power. Hopefully, this time he could find a more powerful Evil God.
Thinking of the Demon King of Hell, a hint of gloom flashed in John Constantine's eyes. Back then, to save his old friend's soul, he had offended this Demon King of Hell. Although he later used the strength of Gabriel and a Witch to fight the Demon King of Hell multiple times and even managed to reclaim his soul for a time.
However, for some reason, he and Gabriel had a small misunderstanding.
Of course, there was a reason for it; it was absolutely not him intentionally framing that Archangel. As for selling out the Witch Ellie, that was even more of a misunderstanding.
Ultimately, to resist the vengeful Gabriel and the Witch, he was forced to sign a contract and sell his soul to the Demon King of Hell.
In exchange, the Demon King of Hell helped him drag his enemies, Ellie, Buer, Crowley, and Gary Lester, down to Hell and opened up a Space in Hell to store the souls of his deceased relatives and friends who couldn't ascend to Heaven.
Although he had reached a deal with the Demon King of Hell, as everyone knows, John Constantine has never been someone who abides by contracts.
He had been searching for a strength that could contend with the Demon King of Hell. However, the Demon King of Hell was the first Demon King of Hell in history to fall to Hell. Finding a strength that could match Him was not an easy matter.
He loosened his tie, looking at the glowing magic array with some anticipation.
Time passed little by little. Six or seven cigarette butts accumulated at John Constantine's feet, but the magic array's radiance remained. The black and red light beams continuously probed into The Void, yet there was no feedback whatsoever.
"Is the distance too great?!"
John Constantine looked at the black energy in the gemstone that was about to be completely consumed and couldn't help but scratch his head. Based on his many years of experience providing door-to-door service, this much time was enough to contact any Dimensional Evil God or Hell Demon, unless the distance was too far, or the owner of that strength had fallen into deep slumber.
Thinking of the latter possibility, a sharp light flashed in John Constantine's eyes. A Dimensional Evil God who had fallen into deep slumber – he could completely steal His strength.
For him, anything he could steal was never meant to be returned.
Deciding to act immediately, John Constantine casually tossed the cigarette butt from his mouth, brought his arms together, and two incomplete magic runes on his forearms instantly formed a circular magic pattern.
In the center of the magic pattern was a pictographic image of Quetzalcoatl.
This was something Constantine had obtained by selling his physical body and tricking a Witch, said to be a magic totem from the Mayans. The Mayans had perished centuries ago, so the Gods they worshipped had long since fallen into a state of deep slumber. For Constantine, such slumbering Gods were the best charging stations.
Unlike the strength of the Demon King of Hell and those Demons and Angels, if you used too much of Their strength, those stingy fellows would cast their watchful gaze upon you.
Accompanied by powerful magic fluctuation, the magic array on the ground immediately erupted with a brilliant light beam, plunging into The Void.
After the time it took to smoke a few more cigarettes, there was still no movement from the magic array.
With a series of cracking sounds, John Constantine looked at the shattered gemstone in the center of the magic array with some heartache, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes. "Fuck, I lost money!"
Just as John Constantine was about to give up, he suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness beneath his feet, as if he were falling downwards.
The next moment, John Constantine felt as if his soul had detached from his physical body, directly traversing a Star Sea.
He could even see the distant, magnificent Nebula, as if the mysteries of the entire Universe were laid out before his eyes. Accompanied by a sensation of passing through a membrane, John Constantine's consciousness arrived in a magnificent World.
This place looked like the top of a Mountain Peak, a Mountain Peak made of red crystal. It looked very peculiar. A red jade stone-like road was laid out downwards along the Mountain Peak.
Various strange plants and trees grew on both sides of the road. Although John Constantine was currently in a soul body state, he felt a scent of plants and trees assailing his nostrils.
