Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 202 Enchanted Swordsman

Chapter 202 Enchanted Swordsman

After smoking half of the cigarette in one breath, Constantine let out a long puff of rich smoke and looked at Terry with a look of confusion mixed with curiosity.

"We remember that we have never met before. What is the reason that makes you misunderstand me so deeply?"

"I was told that as long as you, Constantine, speak, every pore on your body will smell like a lie."

Terry looked at the two demons with intelligent eyes beside him, reached out and pulled Jason off the chair, pulling him towards him.

Constantine clicked his tongue and covered his forehead in annoyance.

He had made so many enemies that for a while he couldn't figure out through Terry's words which old acquaintance was secretly spreading rumors about him.

But it doesn't matter, Constantine never cares who falls into the pit when he digs it.

This young Chinese mage dared to reveal his disguise and intentions when surrounded by so many demons, which shows that this kid is probably confident enough to catch all these low-IQ people.

Of course, it doesn't matter if he guesses wrong. If Terry is just bluffing, he still can't escape the fate of being besieged and torn apart by the demons.

Therefore, after a short period of weighing and wording, Constantine faced a large group of demons who doubted him. He reached out and took out half of the cigarette butt in his mouth, and casually flicked the ashes with his index finger.

"Terry...Terry, do you have any magic that can solve the current situation? And you said that they are actually just expressing some kind of welcome ceremony to us?"

"Alan, look, that guy called a pretty arrogant thug."

"You bastards, see clearly who I am?"

"It's easy to talk about fighting!"

When most of the brain-dead demons really stared with wide eyes, waiting for him to take off his mask, Bai immediately activated Roger Hayden's hypnosis skills.

Constantine, who had originally disappeared from the devil's circle, was sitting on a swivel chair at the bar, holding his chin with one hand, looking at the corner of the castle where a fierce battle was about to break out, and whistled excitedly.

This is what the demons heard.

At this moment, Constantine triggered a bilingual magic that he had already buried in the cigarette butt.

With a snap, the bartender who was squinting and wiping the glass in boredom shook his hands, and a newly polished glass fell to the ground and shattered.

Suddenly there was an excited shout outside the window of the castle, and then a cloaked man wearing a red and white mask kicked the glass in front of him with a flying kick, and the whole person landed on Hei's body with a bang. forward.

"Hide well—Bai, I'll help you."

Terry stretched out his hand, pinched Jason's collar, and pulled the whole person behind him.

"That guy fooled these low-level demons without any sense into confusion. It seems that a fierce battle today is inevitable."

"Ignore him, he is just bluffing. He must have a lot of treasures dug up from the underground maze on his body!"

Bai, who stood firm, glanced around at the demons who were startled by his sudden intrusion, straightened his back, and pointed at his mask with both hands.

As the demons roared in anger, Constantine took a step back in Terry's eyes, and then his entire figure disappeared without a trace.

Terry pouted and shook his head.

Jason watched the inhuman-looking monsters baring their sharp teeth and claws at the two of them. The boy, who was always good at being vicious to ordinary people, was trembling with fear, but he still held on to his courage and pulled out the knife on the table. dagger.

"Well, it seems that the boy who kicked in my window didn't know at all that demons don't have the same sense of family affection as humans on earth do - but I still hope he can win."

"I am your father!"

But what Terry heard was that Constantine wanted to verify his strength to determine whether he had the capital to cooperate.

Constantine scratched his head in confusion: "Why? Do you think a human being is not pleasing to the eye?"

The bartender named Alan shook his head and spat as if he was eating offal.

"They fought and broke those tables, chairs and benches. If that kid loses, will I go to those demons to demand payment? Or are you willing to help him pay?" Constantine immediately raised four fingers.

"Alan, I swear if I had some spare money in my pocket, I would have drunk the Pharaoh's feast by now instead of just smoking and watching the show here, so can you be kind and give me the cheapest drink?"

The bartender glanced at Constantine sideways and pointed with his hand. The broken glass immediately flew back to his hand along the trajectory of its fall. All the fragments were condensed into a brand new cup without falling.

"No."

Bai originally wanted to use hypnosis to get most of the demons out of the encirclement without any bloodshed, so that he wouldn't suddenly get into the trouble of excessive group battles.

What Bai Bai didn't expect was that when those mindless demons really thought he was their father, they all pounced on him with red eyes.

There has never been a kind father or a filial son in hell. There are not many ways for lower-level demons to evolve. Apart from practicing magic or eating special treasures, the only way is to devour the flesh, blood and flesh of more powerful creatures.

Of course, unless there are a certain number of lower-level demons, it will be difficult to kill the middle-level demons.

Those dissolute middle-level demons in hell usually abandon their children at will. They have no blood ties to begin with, and it is also a headache for them to attack these audacious descendants who have no IQ.

Therefore, it is usually difficult for lower-level demons to see the middle-level demons, let alone attack them desperately.

But now, they suddenly saw their father.

So one or two of them rushed forward like chickens, and some even spread their devil's wings excitedly, trying to fly into the airtight encirclement from the air.

Seeing that the boy who jumped out of the window was instantly overwhelmed by the demons, Constantine sighed loudly and shook his head. .

"At this distance, even I can't win by chanting a spell. That kid is dead..."

There was a stabbing sound like a rag being torn, and a handful of filthy blood exuding the smell of sulfur filled half of the castle hall.

Bai, who was pinned down by dozens of demons, put on a fire protection suit. The sharp claws and teeth gnawed at his armor, causing sparks to fly. When he swept across with his sword, five or six demons were cut open by him. , the strange, dim yellow internal organs flowed all over the floor.

The ash he had half forgotten to shake off fell on Constantine's pants, but he didn't pay attention at all. He just stared at the 'battlefield' that had just been opened and filled with a bunch of demons.

"Not a magician? Then how could he enter this castle while he was conscious?"

Bai was constantly attacked by dozens of demons, but he stood as steady as a mountain. His feet were as motionless as if they were rooted. With one hand, he slowly raised the moon against the large body of the demon, and with the other hand, he caressed the moon. Blade.

"There are too many. It's too slow to cut hard. There are children behind the scenes. It's not good to scare the children."

Then Bai's magic value began to drop rapidly.

"Hard Armor Enchantment!"

There was a burst of light in the color of dark yellow earth stone on the Fire Protection Suit.

"Wind Enchantment!"

Another strong gust of wind clung to Mochizuki's sharp blade.

"Fire Enchantment!"

"Light Enchantment!"

"..."

A lot of light surging with magic kept flashing, and Constantine's jaw opened wider and wider.

"Slowing Curse—Slowing Position!"

"Second gear overclocking!"