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Chapter 814
chapter 0341 part 3
He pretended to grit his teeth with difficulty, "Great Crowned One, I have encountered some troublesome enemies. Many of my relatives and friends have died at their hands. They are too powerful. I am willing to exchange my soul for the strength needed to support my revenge from You. As long as You can help me, then after my death, my soul will automatically belong to You and be at Your disposal!" When it came to selling his soul, John Constantine was well-versed and felt no pressure at all. According to conservative estimates, he had signed no less than twenty contracts to sell his soul.
As for whose soul it would belong to after Death, this wasn't like a debt on a house where the bank has priority!
If they wanted his soul, they would have to compare fists. Whoever among those Demons and Angels had the harder fist, his soul would belong to them.
Many times, when he was on the verge of Death, the Demon Kings of Hell and Archangels who came to harvest his soul would start fighting among themselves to contend for the ownership of his soul.
Unable to determine a winner, they could only revive him. What Demon Kings of Hell, Angels, and even that God, weren't they all reduced to his hired workers?
John Constantine secretly looked at Tang Song. When he saw him, he was somewhat stunned. His tried-and-true method was actually useless.
He clearly saw the look of disgust on the face of the being called Tang before him.
"I don't need your soul, I'm not interested in a bus!" Tang Song waved his hand over the stone table in the pavilion, and several things immediately appeared on the blood jade-like stone table.
A small banner made of bone, several small black flags, a string of white jade-like bone beads, and several three-inch long white bone swords.
John Constantine looked at the glowing things. Although he didn't feel any magic fluctuation, he could sense the same energy aura on these magic items as on those bone fragments.
"This banner is the Ghoul White Bone Banner. It can grow by absorbing the Essence Soul of living beings, which is their soul. When you encounter an enemy, wave this banner at them, and their soul will be absorbed into the banner! It's a good protective magic treasure! Do you want it?"
Tang Song pointed to the small banner made of bone and asked John Constantine. Without waiting for his answer, Tang Song pointed to the black small flags next to it.
"These are the Capital Heavenly Demon Flags. A set of twelve. It is said that if they devour enough souls, they can summon the Strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches."
Tang Song slightly raised his finger, and the twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Flags flew up. Their flagpoles inserted into the red jade tabletop, making a clanging sound like metal and iron colliding.
John Constantine watched as the twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Flags grew larger in the wind. On their lacquered surface, the phantom of twelve demonic gods stepping on giant pythons shaking.
John Constantine's gaze met that of a demonic god with a python head and human body, stepping on two giant black pythons, covered in palm-sized pitch black scales. His entire mind shaking, as if he heard a low roar from the ancient primordial era, from the time when heaven and earth were first created.
"Fuck! What is the origin of this guy? A God or Demon from the Eastern Divine Pantheon!"
John Constantine looked at the few magic weapons on the table, vaguely feeling that he might have messed up this time.
"If the Capital Heavenly Demon Flags devour enough souls, they even have the strength to destroy a Universe! As for your so-called enemies, they are just a pile of toys to it, provided you feed it enough Essence Soul!" Tang Song looked at John Constantine with a playful expression.
"Here, this one is a Skeleton Demon that I refined. You should have encountered it. It's a small thing, but if it devours some more Essence Soul, it can evolve into a White Bone Demonic God. Ordinary Demons are just small snacks to them!"
"These are the Nine Mother-Child Yin Soul Swords. These swords are refined using the spine bone of Hell Demonic Dragons. Holding the mother sword allows you to control the child swords, specifically for severing Yin Souls, which are souls. If your Cultivation Base is sufficient, you can even sever those messy Brands on your body!"
Tang Song unhurriedly finished introducing the things on the table. He tapped the cigar smoke in his hand a few times in the ashtray that had appeared at some point. He looked at John Constantine with a smile:
"How are these magic weapons? Pick one!"
John Constantine looked at Tang Song, taking a deep puff of his cigar. His gaze was filled with struggle.
John Constantine, who always loved to take advantage, did not speak rashly this time. He just smoked his cigar, enveloped in smoke, wondering what he was thinking.
Tang Song, however, did not urge him, smoking beside him and waiting for his reply.
"What do you need me to do?" After a long time, John Constantine looked up at Tang Song, his gaze fixed on Tang Song's face, wanting to know his purpose.
Tang Song wiped the table with his hand. This time, a three-foot-tall sculpture appeared on the table.
John Constantine looked at this sculpture, which wore a beaded crown and a long robe, and was eighty to ninety percent similar to the Tang before him. He looked at Tang Song with a face full of doubt, clearly not quite understanding his meaning.
"I am very interested in your Universe. I need a suitable person to spread the power of faith for me. It just so happens that I know your relationship with the God of your Universe seems ordinary. I want you to help me replace the Crosses in The Church with my sculpture!"
Hearing Tang Song's casual words, John Constantine suddenly stood up. His mind was filled with only one sentence: "God War!"
As a Black Magic Master, John Constantine knew many secrets that Normal People did not understand, such as the Crusades, and the ancient Moses parting the Sea. These involved the War of Gods.
The brutal war, the number of casualties, and even the extinguishing of the divine flames of countless Deities – he could imagine the cruelty of these wars from the bits and pieces of ancient magic history.
He had never thought that one day he would be involved in such a situation.
Challenging God? One must know that even the most vicious Demon Kings of Hell only dared to think about it and never dared to take action.
Even with the Demon King of Hell, Heaven's side only had the Archangel Gabriel step forward to deal with him. God clearly never took this Demon King of Hell seriously.
He pretended to grit his teeth with difficulty, "Great Crowned One, I have encountered some troublesome enemies. Many of my relatives and friends have died at their hands. They are too powerful. I am willing to exchange my soul for the strength needed to support my revenge from You. As long as You can help me, then after my death, my soul will automatically belong to You and be at Your disposal!" When it came to selling his soul, John Constantine was well-versed and felt no pressure at all. According to conservative estimates, he had signed no less than twenty contracts to sell his soul.
As for whose soul it would belong to after Death, this wasn't like a debt on a house where the bank has priority!
If they wanted his soul, they would have to compare fists. Whoever among those Demons and Angels had the harder fist, his soul would belong to them.
Many times, when he was on the verge of Death, the Demon Kings of Hell and Archangels who came to harvest his soul would start fighting among themselves to contend for the ownership of his soul.
Unable to determine a winner, they could only revive him. What Demon Kings of Hell, Angels, and even that God, weren't they all reduced to his hired workers?
John Constantine secretly looked at Tang Song. When he saw him, he was somewhat stunned. His tried-and-true method was actually useless.
He clearly saw the look of disgust on the face of the being called Tang before him.
"I don't need your soul, I'm not interested in a bus!" Tang Song waved his hand over the stone table in the pavilion, and several things immediately appeared on the blood jade-like stone table.
A small banner made of bone, several small black flags, a string of white jade-like bone beads, and several three-inch long white bone swords.
John Constantine looked at the glowing things. Although he didn't feel any magic fluctuation, he could sense the same energy aura on these magic items as on those bone fragments.
"This banner is the Ghoul White Bone Banner. It can grow by absorbing the Essence Soul of living beings, which is their soul. When you encounter an enemy, wave this banner at them, and their soul will be absorbed into the banner! It's a good protective magic treasure! Do you want it?"
Tang Song pointed to the small banner made of bone and asked John Constantine. Without waiting for his answer, Tang Song pointed to the black small flags next to it.
"These are the Capital Heavenly Demon Flags. A set of twelve. It is said that if they devour enough souls, they can summon the Strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches."
Tang Song slightly raised his finger, and the twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Flags flew up. Their flagpoles inserted into the red jade tabletop, making a clanging sound like metal and iron colliding.
John Constantine watched as the twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Flags grew larger in the wind. On their lacquered surface, the phantom of twelve demonic gods stepping on giant pythons shaking.
John Constantine's gaze met that of a demonic god with a python head and human body, stepping on two giant black pythons, covered in palm-sized pitch black scales. His entire mind shaking, as if he heard a low roar from the ancient primordial era, from the time when heaven and earth were first created.
"Fuck! What is the origin of this guy? A God or Demon from the Eastern Divine Pantheon!"
John Constantine looked at the few magic weapons on the table, vaguely feeling that he might have messed up this time.
"If the Capital Heavenly Demon Flags devour enough souls, they even have the strength to destroy a Universe! As for your so-called enemies, they are just a pile of toys to it, provided you feed it enough Essence Soul!" Tang Song looked at John Constantine with a playful expression.
"Here, this one is a Skeleton Demon that I refined. You should have encountered it. It's a small thing, but if it devours some more Essence Soul, it can evolve into a White Bone Demonic God. Ordinary Demons are just small snacks to them!"
"These are the Nine Mother-Child Yin Soul Swords. These swords are refined using the spine bone of Hell Demonic Dragons. Holding the mother sword allows you to control the child swords, specifically for severing Yin Souls, which are souls. If your Cultivation Base is sufficient, you can even sever those messy Brands on your body!"
Tang Song unhurriedly finished introducing the things on the table. He tapped the cigar smoke in his hand a few times in the ashtray that had appeared at some point. He looked at John Constantine with a smile:
"How are these magic weapons? Pick one!"
John Constantine looked at Tang Song, taking a deep puff of his cigar. His gaze was filled with struggle.
John Constantine, who always loved to take advantage, did not speak rashly this time. He just smoked his cigar, enveloped in smoke, wondering what he was thinking.
Tang Song, however, did not urge him, smoking beside him and waiting for his reply.
"What do you need me to do?" After a long time, John Constantine looked up at Tang Song, his gaze fixed on Tang Song's face, wanting to know his purpose.
Tang Song wiped the table with his hand. This time, a three-foot-tall sculpture appeared on the table.
John Constantine looked at this sculpture, which wore a beaded crown and a long robe, and was eighty to ninety percent similar to the Tang before him. He looked at Tang Song with a face full of doubt, clearly not quite understanding his meaning.
"I am very interested in your Universe. I need a suitable person to spread the power of faith for me. It just so happens that I know your relationship with the God of your Universe seems ordinary. I want you to help me replace the Crosses in The Church with my sculpture!"
Hearing Tang Song's casual words, John Constantine suddenly stood up. His mind was filled with only one sentence: "God War!"
As a Black Magic Master, John Constantine knew many secrets that Normal People did not understand, such as the Crusades, and the ancient Moses parting the Sea. These involved the War of Gods.
The brutal war, the number of casualties, and even the extinguishing of the divine flames of countless Deities – he could imagine the cruelty of these wars from the bits and pieces of ancient magic history.
He had never thought that one day he would be involved in such a situation.
Challenging God? One must know that even the most vicious Demon Kings of Hell only dared to think about it and never dared to take action.
Even with the Demon King of Hell, Heaven's side only had the Archangel Gabriel step forward to deal with him. God clearly never took this Demon King of Hell seriously.
