In the dirty and chaotic secret room, a huge demon with black and red flames burning all over was sitting cross-legged in the center of a pentagram. The fastest update of the chapter was the white candle that emitted a stinky scent of sulfur when it was lit. A white man with short golden hair was sitting on a chair, crossing his legs, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Constantine, Constantine, even if you disguise yourself as a good person, you are just a bitch. We all know that sooner or later, you will enter hell and become one of countless fallen souls... By that time, you will kneel in front of me, begging to endure less pain."

"If I were you, there wouldn't be so much nonsense. What I want is... information, information about the 'Seven Kings'. Make a list, about strength, and the exchange of relatives here."

The liar, commonly known as John Constantine, sat on a chair, with a circle of thin silver chains wrapped around his left wrist, and a bandage on his palm, as if he had been burned by something. The exorcist from the DC comic universe, the magician wandering between heaven and hell, won the same reputation as maggots with his cunning and cruelty and unlimitedness. He could deceive the liars of the devil of the hell, defeat the gambler of God, pursue the self-exiled, and the balancer of imbalanced power, seized the prominent power again and again, and was knocked to the bottom of the valley by impermanent fate again and again. But no matter what, this haggard man in a blonde windbreaker could always live to the end.

"Hahaha..." The demon's guttural voice was like thunder, "John Constantine, you have caused so much damage to us, and you still have the courage to spy on the power of the kings of hell? I have to say that you do have the shamelessness of the demon."

The demon poked out his giant claws, but was restrained by the summoning array drawn with powder on the ground. It retracted its claws and whispered in a low voice: "...hum, there is indeed a vacant crown of the kings of Hell. But if you want to be one of the seven kings, you must overcome the difficulty above the zenith. Simply put, you must make a huge enough contribution to Hell..."

"It's not once or twice that you regretted it afterwards." Constantine spitted out a smoke ring and pointed it lazily.

"The fooled person is just a simple stupid person. I believe you won't make such a low-level mistake." The devil pointed out without caring.

At this moment, the ground of the secret room suddenly shook. Constantine's face changed slightly, and with a hoarse crack, the ground of the cement room was instantly torn into seven or eight pieces by the changes in the strata. Three deep cracks penetrated the magic circle, destroying the integrity of the bound spell.

"Ahhh... It seems that even you didn't expect this kind of accident, did you..." The huge demon stood up, and the hoof prints burning with black fire easily stepped out of the pentagram. "Cunning maggots, have you ever thought about how wonderful it would bring me to smash your soul?"

"So I don't like to communicate with such uncivilized low-level intelligence..." The blonde man murmured to himself, rolling up the sleeve of his left hand. The entire forearm was wrapped with a bandage, and a charred symbol appeared on the surface of the slightly yellow bandage, which looked like a "官" word that was up and down.

With his will, the bandage quickly turned into butterflies. The scorched yellow teeth of the Hell Demon separated with his surprised expression. It roared in horror: "Constantine! Wait! You can't... no...! Thirteen artifacts... Why is the magic talisman in your hands?!"

“You have released enough noise.”

The skin of the liar's left hand became like coke, a force that was the same as the demon in front of him was introduced into his limbs from the silver-gray amulet, and the breath of sulfur emanated from the cracks of the deep yellow skin. The divine power from hell brought him infinite power, but it also eroded his body and mind at the same time.

Constantine's left hand instantly penetrated the heart of the hell demon, and the power on the other party was sucked dry in an instant and fed back to the silver-gray amulet. The tall and hideous hell demon had already dispersed into ashes.

"Speaking of this, who disrupted my psychic just now..."

The man pulled out a new roll of bandage from one of the edges of the torn bed. He carefully wrapped the magic talisman embedded in his arms. The full magic talisman should not be thirsty for a short time.

He opened the door and the second floor of the cheap adventurer apartment was known for cheap, no registration required for check-in and poor service. The fountain pond at the underground gathering point was messed up by a few people who were fighting here, and he really liked the small pool.

A black shadow flew through the air, hitting the wall beside him like a pool of mud, and the reinforced building structure trembled slightly. The black mud-like substance on the other party's body flowed down like dead, with deformed muscles and chest tattoos that looked like some kind of eight-legged animal...

"venom?"

Constantine crossed the ground with disgust and disgusted half-dead things that were venting more than intake. He never stayed in this place for more than a week. As a member of the Chaos Schizophrenic, he had to be careful of being targeted by others at all times, and his enemies were all over the ground... Proficient in using pseudonyms and fake certificates is a compulsory course for every liar. He also met a few equally cunning guys among the Chaos Schizophrenics and formed a very unreliable team together.

The battle by the pool has come to an end, and the magic missile emitting aura is like a tadpole swaying in the air. To be precise, this low-level arcane is not something too strong, and it can damage power, and it can even release a basic spell that a mage apprentice can.

However, there are about one thousand magic missiles rotating in the middle of the small square. And it seems that after modification, the flight duration has been greatly increased. Moreover, when the single unit damage is insufficient, several missiles can still be integrated, and the power increases exponentially... The remaining two or three hostile adventurers can only use their own protective measures to support it. A guy who has been strengthened by mechanically, was beaten to make sparks splash between joints, followed by a sword light...

It was like a thin piece of paper, a thin purple thread turned around him, and his body was divided into four or five large pieces, rolling all over the ground. A woman holding two swords inverted form appeared and jumped towards the next target.

Constantine wisely chose to give up the option of letting the other party compensate him for his losses. He turned around and decided to go back to the house and start to sleep.

"Uh, have you seen the person in this photo?" A long black oriental woman stood in front of him like a ghost, holding a mobile phone, and an alien woman whom he had vague impression on the screen showed on the screen.

“Fifth room on the fourth floor.”

If she knew that she had betrayed him, she might have to change places to live again. Although this small and dilapidated place could not be considered a comfortable environment, at least this place is in New York... Due to work reasons, Constantine visited the Babylon Tower in the Kingdom of Philosophers and entered the second floor. The ring of courage ruled by the "Sage Epicurus" left a very bad impression on it. Although she is not a bad person, Drow's malice is also famous among the dark races. These guys have developed torture and torture into a long-standing artistic culture. Death may be the best ending for those who fall into Drow's hands.

Even if he fell into hell, Constantine was confident that he could survive the difficult days of the first time, and then, perhaps in hell, he could live a "comfortable" life. The battle for power and power, both on earth and underground, relies on intelligence and will. However, he still respects Zhuoer's art of torture.

A man like a big fireball howled and collided with the sword light. Constantine adjusted the Babel fish in his ear. This was also a harvest from that trip to Babylon. It could be used to translate certain languages ​​that could not be translated by character cards.

That person seemed to be yelling in Chinese... "Ten Yang Realms"?

"Give it a little..." A brown-haired girl ran over from the side and aimed at the man floating in the air with a revolver. Ten huge fireballs flew around him, colliding with two sword lights from time to time. Each time the fireballs collided with the sword energy suddenly dimmed, but they were rekindled in an instant. Ten flames of fireballs flew up and down, blocking the ubiquitous thorns of two sword threads.

Constantine walked slowly back to his room from the stairs and walkways outside the house. The girl stood in the corner and glanced for a long time before firing a shot. The next moment, the man who set fired had a big hole in his head and fell to the ground with a bang.

The battle is over.

The strength of the two sides was too great. The liar closed the door boringly, and it was a one-sided massacre. The details of these people flew through his mind. Judging from the simple destructive power, the two sides might be evenly matched, but the use of power was very different.

He blew out the ritual candle and poured it back on the bed. The burning sensation of the soul of the magic talisman made him unable to sleep. He swallowed a few pills and fell asleep deeply.

Two minutes later, Lu Mengyao smashed open the door of Room 405 with a siege hammer ring.

“……………………”

The handsome girl with short black hair sat on a sofa, wearing black silk gloves holding a horse whip covered with barbs in her little hand. Under the pure black lace dress was white as white as snow, and the cold black jade pupils reflected a half-naked beautiful slave lying on the soles of her feet. She stretched out her delicate feet wrapped in stockings, allowing the hungry slave to suck it through the socks with his tongue.

"Little Master... Can you let the slave-uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!?!"

The dark elf kneeling on the ground jumped up screamingly, but the three people rushing in had already rushed over and knocked her down at high speed. Lu Mengyao's face was so calm that she walked in slowly and slowly.

“…No wonder your phone is turned off.”

The girl on the sofa (?) raised her index finger:

"I won the bet." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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