Chapter 1504 C: Twilight Event (10)

Azazel finally brought Constantine back to his palace, where Constantine met Lucifer.

"I thought you didn't care about hell at all."

Constantine sat on the ground with his back leaning against a pillar in the center of the palace, Azazel stood next to the throne, and Lucifer stood in the center of the hall.

"If it's just the demon kings who start a war, I won't bother to care about it, but don't tell me that you didn't notice that the angels are starting to make moves again."

Lucifer began to pace in the center of the throne room, with a rare heaviness in his tone.

"About a few days ago, a few uninvited guests visited my new bar in Beach City. They were not ordinary humans, but their disguises almost deceived me."

Constantine, who was leaning relaxedly on the pillar, frowned slightly. Lucifer sighed softly and said, "Almost no one in the magic world knows that I sold the bar in Los Angeles and came to Beach City. Since months, only ordinary people have been coming here to spend money.”

"When those people entered the bar, I didn't find any traces of energy on them, so I naturally thought they were just ordinary customers, until the experienced local bartender I hired told me that their expressions and movements There’s something wrong with everything.”

"The bartender thought they were thieves, but I discovered that they might be from the church and were minions of those angels."

Lucifer stopped, crossed his arms, frowned and said: "Generally speaking, the church's pastors or bishops will have obvious traces of the power of faith. I can smell it from a few kilometers away." The smell was bad, but there were no traces of it on a few people that day.”

"It must be Gabriel's handiwork." Azazel snorted coldly, leaning on the side of the throne and said: "That shedding chicken is the best at this method. This is why hell has not accepted fallen angels for a long time. The reason-Gabriel even sent his men to hell to obtain information."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows and said: "Michael and I both know that heaven and hell are under the rule of God. We are not really enemies. The vigorous Battle of Fallen Heaven was just to declare that I paid for my betrayal." The price was high, and God and Michael knew that, but Gabriel didn't."

"For many years, he was the only one who seriously insisted on fighting hell, and believed that this was the means for him to achieve glory in heaven. He felt that Michael was appreciated by God through the Battle of Fallen Heaven, so he always wanted to launch a second war The Battle of the Fallen Heaven recreates the path of glory that Michael once walked.”

At this point, Lucifer sighed deeply, as if he was sighing for Gabriel's IQ. He shook his head slightly and said: "Maybe he is the only one in heaven who thinks that God is completely fair, and thinks that as long as he does If you do well, you will gain love and status.”

"But the fact is completely opposite." Azazel walked down the steps of the throne room and said: "God will give status to whoever likes it, not whoever has status can be favored by God."

Constantine sneered and said: "Are there many such fools in heaven? Cain thought that he would be favored by God by offering good sacrifices, but in fact it was because God liked Abel that he liked his sacrifices. ”

"God is never fair." Lucifer lowered his eyes and continued: "Just like every parent in this world, but Gabriel doesn't understand this."

"Provoking the conflict between heaven and hell is Gabriel's way of gaining status for himself. I don't care what hell will become, but I can't tolerate this fool disturbing my life like a fly."

"So you came to me." Constantine sighed, put a hand on his curled-up knees, and said: "Because the great Satan maintains his own identity and is unwilling to interact with Gabriel, who ranks last among the archangels. Lie takes care of it personally, so you want me to disgust him."

"Just like you have always done." Lucifer walked up to Constantine, stretched out his hand to help him up, and said: "You are very good at causing trouble for demons and angels, and this time is no exception, no ”

"How about Schiller leaving your soul in hell and letting you suffer all kinds of torture, and I can release you and let you do something else during this time, and he won't find out?"

Lucifer handed Constantine a cigarette. Constantine lit it and put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke and said: "First torture me, and then let me go, as a favor, okay Let me do things for you obediently..."

Constantine walked up to Lucifer, blew a puff of smoke into his face, and then said: "Lucifer, have you been away from hell for too long and failed to keep up with the trend of the devil's deceptive technological innovations? You are so old Is the trap still useful?”

With a "whoop", Lucifer opened one side of his wings and slapped Constantine to the ground. He lowered his eyes and looked down at Constantine and said: "You understand, it was Schiller who threw you here, the devil." They were just avenging you for playing tricks on them before, and I forgave you."

"You are wrong." Constantine turned over and lay down on the ground, took another puff of cigarette and said: "I deeply regret my past inappropriate behavior and intend to use my pain to appease the anger of all victims. , I don’t need you to save me, get out of here.”

Lucifer took a deep breath, and Azazel walked up quickly, looked at Constantine and said, "Constantine, are you crazy? Do you want to continue to stay in hell and suffer torture?"

"You're right, that's what I thought."

Lucifer folded his wings again, walked to Constantine's side, knelt down and looked at him and said: "John, what are you crazy about? Can't I ask you for help as a friend? ?”

And Constantine was lying on his back on the ground, with his eyes closed, muttering: "If there was no hope, no one would count on me. I am disgusted and curious, both fearful and fascinated. I always appear at the moment of despair for others." , because if they were not desperate, they would never think of me. This is the curse they gave me..."

Lucifer's eyes widened at first, then he covered his eyes and said: "It's over, another crazy one! I knew that everyone who has anything to do with Schiller will have such a day..."

After half-kneeling in silence for a while, Lucifer stood up, turned to Azazel and said, "Don't count on Constantine, go find out what Gabriel is doing now."

"Your Majesty, you acquiesced in us collectively breaking the contract just to take the bait of Gabriel. However, the group of people from the Archmage Association have already planned to renegotiate with us. My agent has not heard any news about Gabriel. He Are you really planning to give up the opportunity to control the magic world?"

"It's best not to be like this." Lucifer and Azazel walked outside the palace together. He said as they walked: "That proves that his intentions are very big, and they are not even limited to the human world."

"Can he still invade hell?"

"He has always wanted to do this, to arouse our anger and force us to launch a second war. We cannot let him succeed. Find his location first, and have the agent come to my bar to find me as soon as there is news."

It was still a bit gloomy at noon in Plymouth. The clouds were very low, as if water could be squeezed out at any time. The rain clouds that had accumulated for a long time were finally overwhelmed. When the heavy rain fell, pedestrians on the street hurriedly wrapped themselves up tightly. Jacket, hurried towards the destination.

Schiller wore a red hood and walked down the stairs to the basement of the watchtower. When he opened the door, he was slightly startled and said, "Interesting."

Red Hood walked in first. He looked at the scene in the basement. He first looked at the fragments of the egg that had completely dried up and clung to the ground, then looked at the magic circle painted in the center, and finally fixed his gaze on the one in the corner. On a pool of blood.

"Do you see anything?" Schiller asked.

"I'm not as good at reasoning as Tim." Red Hood frowned and said, "But I can still see that this pool of blood is incompatible with the things around it."

"From a time perspective, the magic circle painted with blood and the strange blood-stained fragments appeared earlier, while this pool of blood appeared later. The blood used to draw the magic circle and the blood-red fragments look similar to Human blood is different. Even if it contains human blood, it should be a mixture of multiple blood types, but the pool of blood on the wall belongs to one person. "

"Great, so whose blood do you think belongs to it?"

"I can't say for sure." Red Hood shook his head and said very honestly: "Tim's unique ability is to determine gender, age, body shape and even occupation just by looking at blood. Sometimes I suspect that he is a vampire. Why?" How can you guess so much from just a little blood?"

Schiller also walked into the house, carefully avoiding the magic circle and those disgusting debris, making sure that his shoes would not be stained with dirt. He walked around the wall, stared at the pool of blood and said.

"This is the blood of Constantine, who became food for Cain."

"What about the corpse?" Red Hood looked around and said, "Vampires should only drink blood, so where did the rest of the corpse go?"

"That's the problem. Someone took my things and left before us." Schiller knelt down and carefully checked the shape of the blood edge, and then said, "Maybe the body left on its own."

The red hood shivered. He looked at the dark room and the strange-shaped sacrificial utensils on the table. He felt a little chill on his back, but he still couldn't help but ask: "The corpse left on its own? Could it be?" Did Constantine really escape from hell?"

The next second, the red hood met Schiller's barren gray eyes. He immediately took a step back, shrank his neck and said, "Of course it's impossible, Constantine will definitely listen to you."

Schiller withdrew his gaze, stared at the footprints on the shoes, narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "A certain soul entered Constantine's body, controlled his body and left here, so the question is, who is he?" ? Where is he now? And why is he doing this?"

Chaotic and noisy sounds came from inside the bar, and the loud music made the floor shake. Bennett covered his ears, turned to Jim and said, "Do we have to come here? I'm really going to die from the noise. !”

"Calm down." Dead Man Boston said: "These people are still singing and dancing, which means they are in good condition. We want allies like this."

Jim didn't say anything, and quickly opened the door of the bar. The tall guard standing at the door glanced at the night blade on his waist, said nothing, curled his lips, and let the group in.

Jim walked quickly through the crowd of twisting people on the dance floor and walked towards the bar. Sure enough, he saw a black man dressed in a jazzy style facing the wine cabinet and wiping the wine glasses. He took a deep breath, walked up and knocked on the counter. , said to the black man.

"Midnight, long time no see, how are you doing lately?"

The black man known as Midnight turned around and saw Jim. He raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and snorted twice.

"Master of the Dark Night? How come the legendary hero of Maia is free to visit the humble home?"