Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 551

crash-bang ......

The silent river of blood flows, and those vengeful soul ghosts whose faces look sinister open up one by one His mouth let out a speechless scream, and with his pale pupils full of resentment and pain, he stared at Wilbur Whateley faintly.

Constantine's headless body is surrounded by those vengeful soul ghosts, and as the river of blood expands, also more hideous demons, from the depths of the broken ground climbed out.

A strong pungent sulfur smell instantly filled the air, mixed with a suffocating bloody smell, just like a living Hell.

Even though Wilbur was used to being stared at with this kind of resentment and resentment, but now being stared at by these strange things, he still felt a chill in his heart.

"This...impossible!"

Wilbur's pupils were slightly trembled, and said incredulously: "You're just a human, your brain and heart have been severely damaged, why? Possibly alive?"

"Human?"

Constantine's head, which was discarded in the corner, had a strong sarcasm in his eyes, and his lips were wriggling with a smile. : "Although I don't want to admit it, but now I... Compared with normal humans, I am afraid that I only have a soul level, and I can still be regarded as a human."

The one who lost his head The body of Constantine, holding the bleeding blade at this time, slowly walked towards the head that Wilbur had twisted off, and then discarded in the corner.

The headless body reached out and lifted its head directly, patted the dust on its hair, and pressed it on its neck as if nothing had happened.

"Ah?"

Constantine was stunned for a while, and realized that when he lowered his head, he saw his buttocks, and immediately tutted, "Sorry, this is the first time I have used this trick. , the head is in the wrong direction."

Immediately afterwards, he held the misplaced head with both hands and staged a scene for Wilbur Whateley on the spot, what is called a forced turn.

ka beng ka beng ......

After a tingling sound that made the scalp numb and bones cracked, I saw Constantine's head, forcibly turned a hundred times Eighty degrees, back to the front.

Walter...fuck?

Seeing such a strange scene, Wilbur Whateley's eyelids jumped wildly, and he even wanted to ask Constantine, who is the monster?

"Hmm...that's right."

Constantine nodded with satisfaction, then carried the bleeding Zanpakutō, moved towards Wilbur, revealing a neat mouth. Teeth, gloomily said: "Aren't you very arrogant just now? Come on, let me see, can you kill me!"

"Don't be too arrogant, human!"

Wilbur was provoked by his actions, a terrifying evil aura emanated from his body, and the viscous plasma all around turned into burning flames, covering the entire factory in an instant: "It's just that he gained a little ability, really Do you think you can compete with me as a god?"

Bang——

next moment, the air suddenly burst!

The visible annular airflow shattered suddenly one by one, accompanied by a loud sonic boom enough to pierce the eardrum, a scarlet's violent silhouette pierced the silent factory.

The hard ground made of concrete, after the scarlet silhouette galloped, seemed to be trampled by thousands of beasts, constantly collapsing and shattering in violent tremors, and the rolling wind was carrying the gravel, Like a world-shattering storm, it appeared before Constantine in the blink of an eye.

It's really fast!

Constantine was shocked. The strength of Wilbur's physical body had almost reached an inhuman level. The whole person was blurred into an afterimage due to the extreme speed. Even the gust of the senses was violent. High temperature is generated by friction.

The wind pressure pulled at high speed, like a sharp knife after grinding, raged around his body, cutting one after another deep scars that could be seen in the bones, and the hot blood splashed out, splashing. Filled every ground in the surrounding area.

Constantine reluctantly opened his eyes, endured the tingling sensation in his eyeballs, looked at the route of the silhouette of the scarlet, and directly raised his hand and slashed it out!

This blade doesn't have the slightest skill, and it can even be said to be very crude. The only commendable part is that its strength may be good.

The blade light slashed down, hitting the scarlet silhouette in the middle, but Constantine's face changed, because the blade didn't feel any force, as if it was slashing into the air.

Next moment, blood light splashes from behind!

The flesh was forcibly torn from the middle to both sides by some kind of sharp weapon, a blood-stained palm pierced straight through his left chest, five strong fingers like iron tongs, Hold the beating heart.

Dong dong... dong dong...

The heart that was taken out of the body is also connected to the sturdy aorta blood vessels, in the palm of Wilbur Shrinking and expanding, beating vigorously.

"Wow-"

Constantine spit out a mouthful of blood, turned her head back stiffly, and directly met Wilbur's eyes, which were glowing with evil red light.

"Compared to your comrades, you are really weak." Wilbur stuck out his tongue, licked the blood on his lips, smiled sternly, and said, "I want to take a look, After being chopped into minced meat, can you still be resurrected!"

Constantine's pupils dilated slightly, and a chill came straight to his forehead from the bottom of his heart, he can guarantee that he won't die, but this is not It means that he can't feel the pain!

I can't imagine how much pain I'd have to endure if I was really minced like the human beings thrown into the meat grinder.

Wilbur didn't give him a chance at all, and his five fingers suddenly tightened and squeezed the beating heart!

Bang—

The heart was forcibly crushed into flesh, and a piercing pain hit the brain nerves. A terrifying scream rang out.

However, this is just the beginning.

Through the previous two tests, Wilbur knew the weirdness of Constantine. Even if the heart and brain were destroyed, it could still be resurrected after a while, so he planned to do it more thoroughly!

"Blood Spell--Erosion!"

Wilbur's eyes were gloomy, and a bright red flame ignited in his hand, which flowed into Constantine like a bone-eating poison, consuming all his organs Even the muscles were all dissolved into a pool of blood, and in the end only a head remained.

pa!

Wilbur sneered, lifting his foot and shattering Constantine's head.

The human head was like a bursting watermelon, the white mixed with the red viscous substance, splashed out in an instant, covered with expensive leather soles.

"Tsk...filthy human."

Wilbur brows slightly wrinkle, rubbing the soles of his shoes in disgust, rubbing the brain pulp away.

But when he looked up, he found that the river of red blood was still there, and those hideous vengeful soul ghosts were still standing there quietly, watching him silently.

"Why...these things are still there?" Wilbur's face changed suddenly, with an ominous premonition.

"Because...I'm not dead yet."

A deep, hoarse voice sounded, Wilbur's pupils tightened into needles for a moment, and he saw an intact Constantine , slowly walked out of those vengeful soul ghosts.

"This...impossible!"

Wilbur stared wide-eyed:"Your body...was clearly dissolved by the blood spell, why? Are you still here? What the hell are you?"

"What is it?"

Constantine grinned: "Actually, I'm weird now, beings like me , can you still be considered a human?"

"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third time, and countless times!" Wilbur's eyes were blood red, and his anger made In his mind, there was only a single thought, which was to tear this man to shreds!

Is it... angry?

Maybe, but not entirely.

What really terrified Wilbur was that its immortal body, which was yearn for something even in dreams, was so easily acquired by an ordinary human. This jealousy and resentment made it impossible. accepted place.