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Chapter 815
chapter 0341 part 4
This unknown Evil God before him actually dared to challenge God.
Looking at the sculpture on the table, John Constantine swallowed his saliva. He squeezed out a bitter smile towards Tang Song, "Great Crowned One, I have some matters in the Reality World. Can I leave first and visit You again later!"
"What do you think!"
Tang Song smiled slightly, "Come, let me show you something good!"
Saying this, he swiped his finger, and the Mountain Peak beneath their feet instantly turned into The Void, revealing a vast ocean of blood below.
In the Blood Sea, the river water was blood red, yin wind howled, blood waves surged, and in the Blood Sea, countless Demons could vaguely be seen wailing and being devoured by the Blood Sea.
On a pitch black land within the Blood Sea, a group of Angels with blood-colored wings were supervising some Demons building a vast complex of Palaces.
"When this Underworld is established, to punish some evil people, I plan to emulate the mythology of The East and have them build an Eighteen Layers of Hell. By the way, Mr. Constantine, you are knowledgeable. Do you know about the Eighteen Layers of Hell? Tongue Ripping, Waist Chopping, Skinning, Oil Pot, Mountain of Blades, Sea of Fire... I can't remember the rest. Would you like to offer some guidance?"
With every sentence Tang Song spoke, John Constantine's complexion grew uglier. He had studied the Eastern system of mythology and naturally knew about the Eighteen Layers of Hell in the Eastern Underworld.
It was precisely because he knew that he felt fear in his heart.
He lowered his head to look, the architecture in the Blood Sea below was shrouded in a hazy, foul-smelling blood mist. The building complex being constructed could be vaguely seen.
John Constantine suppressed the fear in his heart and took two hard puffs of his cigar, hissing.
He exhaled a smoke ring, glaring fiercely at Tang Song.
"Have You really not considered the consequences of starting a God War? You know, He is the only God after the victory of the God War. No one dares to provoke Him! Can You bear the consequences of failing the God War? I don't want to be crushed into dust by being dragged into Your conflict!"
As soon as John Constantine's half-admonishing, half-threatening words left his mouth, he didn't expect Tang Song's next words to make the cigar in John Constantine's mouth fall directly to the ground.
"Relax, it's just God. It's not like I haven't killed one before!" Tang Song patted John Constantine's shoulder, completely disregarding John Constantine's shock upon hearing his words.
"Come, look at these magic weapons. Which one do you like?"
John Constantine woke up from his shock, but Tang Song's words still echoed in his mind, "Are you telling the truth?"
Tang Song picked up a three-inch bone sword, flicking it with his fingertip. "What's true or false? Hmm, you're not choosing. It seems you want them all. I like greedy guys. I'll give you all these things. Go back and do a good job!"
John Constantine felt a coolness in his brow. The three-inch bone sword seemed like a phantom and disappeared into his brow. He subconsciously touched his brow, which was bare and smooth, without any wound.
"Alright, take these things and do a good job for me. I'm not like those Demons. As long as you do well, I never mistreat my own people!"
Tang Song stuffed the things on the table into John Constantine's arms and then pushed him! John Constantine was about to say something else, but he only felt another sensation of falling. This strange World before him became repulsive to him. The next moment, his spirit was shaken, and when he opened his eyes, he was back in front of the magic array that had just extinguished.
Marvel Universe Abyss Blood Sea World
Tang Song played with a trace of soul aura he had extracted from John Constantine, opened an ancient scroll, and branded John Constantine's soul onto it.
On this ancient scroll, the names of Kane, Lane, Frank, and Connors could vaguely be seen.
"You would actually record his name in the Heavenly Court Immortal Registry! And you gave him the Capital Heavenly Demon Flags!"
A woman in a long dress with a cold demeanor came to the pavilion, looking at Tang Song's operation with some surprise, "You value this person very much?"
"It's not about value," Tang Song's talisman brush, which had been used to record the name, turned into points of golden light and dissipated. He extended his hand, and a look of resentful blush appeared on the woman's face. She reluctantly handed him the chain of the collar around her neck.
"This bastard is considered a famous shit-stirrer in his Universe. His Position/Status and Fate are somewhat similar to a Bringer of Disaster I know.
Those he deals with are all High-level beings, Demons, Angels, and some Evil Gods and Gods. Do you know how many living beings need to be slaughtered to refine twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Flags? I calculated it, and even slaughtering the entire Universe would not complete one-third."
Tang Song led Hela, whose clothes had disappeared at some point, strolling through this Manor under the blood moon.
"Find some High-level Demons and Gods from other Universes to feed these twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Flags!"
"Aren't you afraid he'll run off with your twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Flags!" Hela looked at Tang Song hatefully.
"What do you think I spent so much lifework refining this Heavenly Court Immortal Registry for! It can make a person's soul immortal, and naturally, it can also make their life worse than Death!"
Tang Song glanced back at Hela. Hearing Tang Song's indifferent tone, Hela, the Goddess of Death who had killed countless beings, felt a chill in her heart.
(End of chapter)
This unknown Evil God before him actually dared to challenge God.
Looking at the sculpture on the table, John Constantine swallowed his saliva. He squeezed out a bitter smile towards Tang Song, "Great Crowned One, I have some matters in the Reality World. Can I leave first and visit You again later!"
"What do you think!"
Tang Song smiled slightly, "Come, let me show you something good!"
Saying this, he swiped his finger, and the Mountain Peak beneath their feet instantly turned into The Void, revealing a vast ocean of blood below.
In the Blood Sea, the river water was blood red, yin wind howled, blood waves surged, and in the Blood Sea, countless Demons could vaguely be seen wailing and being devoured by the Blood Sea.
On a pitch black land within the Blood Sea, a group of Angels with blood-colored wings were supervising some Demons building a vast complex of Palaces.
"When this Underworld is established, to punish some evil people, I plan to emulate the mythology of The East and have them build an Eighteen Layers of Hell. By the way, Mr. Constantine, you are knowledgeable. Do you know about the Eighteen Layers of Hell? Tongue Ripping, Waist Chopping, Skinning, Oil Pot, Mountain of Blades, Sea of Fire... I can't remember the rest. Would you like to offer some guidance?"
With every sentence Tang Song spoke, John Constantine's complexion grew uglier. He had studied the Eastern system of mythology and naturally knew about the Eighteen Layers of Hell in the Eastern Underworld.
It was precisely because he knew that he felt fear in his heart.
He lowered his head to look, the architecture in the Blood Sea below was shrouded in a hazy, foul-smelling blood mist. The building complex being constructed could be vaguely seen.
John Constantine suppressed the fear in his heart and took two hard puffs of his cigar, hissing.
He exhaled a smoke ring, glaring fiercely at Tang Song.
"Have You really not considered the consequences of starting a God War? You know, He is the only God after the victory of the God War. No one dares to provoke Him! Can You bear the consequences of failing the God War? I don't want to be crushed into dust by being dragged into Your conflict!"
As soon as John Constantine's half-admonishing, half-threatening words left his mouth, he didn't expect Tang Song's next words to make the cigar in John Constantine's mouth fall directly to the ground.
"Relax, it's just God. It's not like I haven't killed one before!" Tang Song patted John Constantine's shoulder, completely disregarding John Constantine's shock upon hearing his words.
"Come, look at these magic weapons. Which one do you like?"
John Constantine woke up from his shock, but Tang Song's words still echoed in his mind, "Are you telling the truth?"
Tang Song picked up a three-inch bone sword, flicking it with his fingertip. "What's true or false? Hmm, you're not choosing. It seems you want them all. I like greedy guys. I'll give you all these things. Go back and do a good job!"
John Constantine felt a coolness in his brow. The three-inch bone sword seemed like a phantom and disappeared into his brow. He subconsciously touched his brow, which was bare and smooth, without any wound.
"Alright, take these things and do a good job for me. I'm not like those Demons. As long as you do well, I never mistreat my own people!"
Tang Song stuffed the things on the table into John Constantine's arms and then pushed him! John Constantine was about to say something else, but he only felt another sensation of falling. This strange World before him became repulsive to him. The next moment, his spirit was shaken, and when he opened his eyes, he was back in front of the magic array that had just extinguished.
Marvel Universe Abyss Blood Sea World
Tang Song played with a trace of soul aura he had extracted from John Constantine, opened an ancient scroll, and branded John Constantine's soul onto it.
On this ancient scroll, the names of Kane, Lane, Frank, and Connors could vaguely be seen.
"You would actually record his name in the Heavenly Court Immortal Registry! And you gave him the Capital Heavenly Demon Flags!"
A woman in a long dress with a cold demeanor came to the pavilion, looking at Tang Song's operation with some surprise, "You value this person very much?"
"It's not about value," Tang Song's talisman brush, which had been used to record the name, turned into points of golden light and dissipated. He extended his hand, and a look of resentful blush appeared on the woman's face. She reluctantly handed him the chain of the collar around her neck.
"This bastard is considered a famous shit-stirrer in his Universe. His Position/Status and Fate are somewhat similar to a Bringer of Disaster I know.
Those he deals with are all High-level beings, Demons, Angels, and some Evil Gods and Gods. Do you know how many living beings need to be slaughtered to refine twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Flags? I calculated it, and even slaughtering the entire Universe would not complete one-third."
Tang Song led Hela, whose clothes had disappeared at some point, strolling through this Manor under the blood moon.
"Find some High-level Demons and Gods from other Universes to feed these twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Flags!"
"Aren't you afraid he'll run off with your twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Flags!" Hela looked at Tang Song hatefully.
"What do you think I spent so much lifework refining this Heavenly Court Immortal Registry for! It can make a person's soul immortal, and naturally, it can also make their life worse than Death!"
Tang Song glanced back at Hela. Hearing Tang Song's indifferent tone, Hela, the Goddess of Death who had killed countless beings, felt a chill in her heart.
(End of chapter)
