Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 550

Its God Ascension Plan, it should be perfect and without blemish!

but never expected It was a little bit of a mystery, so Constantine broke in here, and happened to wake up the slumber's Seraph!

This move made Seraph, who was about to be corrupted and corrupted, suddenly gathered a little holy power, and built a defense on Spiritual Plane, delaying its parasitic plan by ten years. many minutes.

Damn...Damn!

If not being entangled by the terrifying man, and beheading a body with unknown means, causing confusion in his mind and memory, how could he possibly find out if he couldn't take care of investigating the situation here for a while? No one can break into the factory!

Seraph wakes up, delaying God Ascension Plan by ten minutes.

This is an unacceptable result for Wilbur Whateley, who is pursuing a smooth plan. After all, no one can guarantee what will happen in these ten minutes!

Anything...is possible!

The closer the plan is to success, the less it can be let go.

There are many examples of people who think they are winning but are turned around in real life, and it happened just once, so it is necessary to be more vigilant now.

"You...damn!"

Wilbur Whateley's eyes were full of anger, wishing he could tear Constantine alive, gnashing teeth said: "I want to see , this time without angels to help you, can you still escape from me alive!"

"Wait a minute..."

Constantine's face was slightly With a change, the sense of incongruity became stronger: "Have we two met before?"

A part of the erased memory, the angel who once saved him, and Wilbur Whateley The tone of voice, these fragmentary clues undoubtedly prove that before he came to this factory, he had met Wilbur Whateley once and had a fight!

“jié jié jié  …”

Wilbur Whateley smiled sullenly, with an indescribably strange expression: “This question.... ..after you join us, you will naturally know, and now you should die with those doubts!"

The sticky and slippery blood-colored asphalt slowly dripped onto the ground.

As an invisible pressure rises, it gradually spreads out to form a large pool of blood, squirming as if it has a consciousness of life, smearing the ground in front of it into bright red, and it is very bright. We're about to get to where Constantine is.

"Fuck!"

Constantine's expression changed slightly, scolding and hurriedly backed away.

Judging from his years of experience in the magical world, things like this kind of weird not to be trifled with are generally related to some Dimensional Evil God. The sticky blood-colored asphalt touches, or God knows what horrible things will happen.

"Want to run now? It's too late!"

But how could Wilbur say with a sneer as he wished: "Taste the strength of your companion!"

The viscous blood plasma spread on the ground directly rose to a height of more than half a foot, setting off a huge wave under the control of ineffective power, layer upon layer of deafening whistling sound, and the huge attack coverage area, even less Give Constantine a chance to escape.

"In the name of the Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit!"

Constantine quick witted in an emergency, took out a handful of white ashes from his arms, and faced the blood wave directly He swayed and raised it out: "rays of light cast a sacred hexagram, please grant me a sharp blade of courage to break the darkness in front of me!"

White's ashes floated in the air, turning into one after another rays of light Arrow rain.

The arrow rain, which contains the power of divine blessing, burst into a mighty and mighty light in an instant, and whenever it touches the sea of blood of the rays of light, it makes a zi zi sound as if it has been burnt, sinister and strange. If the sea of blood encounters natural enemies, it will be dispelled directly by holy power!

peng peng peng bang...

Under the rain of the sacred arrow, the sea of blood melted most of the time.

"Success!"

Before Constantine could smile, a silhouette suddenly appeared in his pupils, it was Wilbur Whateley!

"Do you think I've never seen your magic?" Wilbur Whateley showed his white teeth, with a dreamy killing intent in his eyes: "John Constantine, I've already done this trick of yours. I've seen it."

It was... bad!

Constantine's discoloration changed, and he was busy fleeing the place.

However, in Wilbur's view, his movements were slower than a snail's crawling speed. He raised his pale and sharp palms and pierced them directly like a hot knife through butter. chest!

puchi! ! !

A strong force penetrated into the body, and the severe pain swept through Constantine's brain in an instant, and couldn't help screaming.

“Eeaaaah.......”

Constantine stared wide-eyed, as if in disbelief.

"It's over, Constantine."

Wilbur forcefully lifted him into the air, blood mixed with broken pieces of meat, dripping down the huge crash-bang, Sticking out his tongue, he took the blood and minced meat that fell on his face into his mouth, chewed it as if tasting delicious food, and revealed an evil smile: "Now...no one can stop me anymore. !"

As long as there is no Constantine, the angel will not be awakened!

it will sink forever in the hell of blood and pain until the seraph wings that symbolize divine purity are polluted!

“hahahahahaha…”

Wilbur threw the dying Constantine aside with a vigorous arm swing, arrogant and conceited laughter.

Am I... dying?

Constantine, who was on the verge of Death, felt as if the scene in front of her was gradually blurred.

Temperature, perception, thinking, etc...

Everything seems to be gradually moving away from him, and the feeling of falling weightless immediately appears.

But at the same time, those broken memory fragments were restored by the adhesion of little by little. The lost memory is like a spring at the moment, and the barrier that broke through the seal flashed wildly in the brain.

“en?”

Wilbur, who had just taken two steps, suddenly stopped, suddenly feeling shivering!

"Hey...where are you going?"

Constantine slowly got up from the pool of blood, holding a bright red blade in her hand, her eyes shining brightly. Crazy like a beast-like, as if about to choose someone to devour a fierce color: "Wilbur Whateley...I finally remembered."

Wilbur Whateley's face changed drastically, and his pupils couldn't help it. Shrink a bit.

"You're not...not Wilbur Whateley at all."

Constantine swayed twice, staggered and regained her footing, her fierce eyes exuding killing intent: "The real Wilbur Whateley has long been occupied by you, and the angel who was imprisoned by you...k's name is..."

"Shut up!"

Wilbur Whateley was furious, made a terrifying shriek, smashed the ground and rushed towards Constantine, trying to stop him from taking out that name: "Don't say that name, I won't allow you to say it. Name that!!!"

"Songs of Hell, Shikon no Kawa!"

Constantine raised his chest, holding the blood-colored blade in both hands, fiercely inserted into the ground, lifted With blood-red rays of light in his eyes, he said word by word: "Give me a name to remember, because it will end your conspiracy and end all this disaster."

Rumbling...

Under the bright red blade, countless dead souls crawled out of the ground.

One after another completely unfamiliar faces, but they all carry hatred and resentment towards the living, swaying like puppets, surrounding Constantine all around, the bright red blood gurgling like a fountain flowing.

Swish——

A cold light flashed, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering.

With superhuman physique, Wilbur forcibly twisted Constantine's head off, then dropped it on the ground.

Is it over?

As if...no!

Wilbur's pupils shrank slightly, realizing that Constantine was far from dead.

The falling head was smiling at him strangely.

"Let's see..."

Constantine didn't feel the pain at all, like a madman laughing loudly, with scarlet pupils under the scattered blond hair, staring at Wilbur faintly , the cold air of the forest burst out from the teeth: "My Zanpakutō - Shikon no Kawa!"