I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

Chapter 449: Looking For Eternal Sin

Constantine controlled her consciousness to approach, and vaguely heard a few important words. The hospital... Descending... Gemini..."

Just when he was about to get closer, he suddenly saw Badalsha screaming in pain, half of his skin was peeling off and festering, as if being poured with purified holy water!"Who are you?

"I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

Badarsha humbly knelt down to apologize, then turned his head expressionlessly, staring at him angrily with blood-stained red eyes.

"It's you, Constantine!"

Gritting his teeth, Badar Shah has half his skin corroded, making him look downright creepy

"Oh no!"

Constantine's mind was blank.

Although the electric chair can help his consciousness return to the past, the user is helpless in this state, and once the user's consciousness dies, his body will also become a vegetable!" Constantine said.

"Go to hell, Constantine!"

Horror flashed in Bald Qiang's eyes: If this plan is leaked like this, he will definitely be sent to heaven by this gentleman! He doesn't know what to do.

Needless to say, there are consequences to being sent to heaven in the form of bloody demons, no?

"Midnight! Fang Yu!!!"

Constantine immediately yelled for help and the situation could only be resolved by an outsider pulling him out of his current state of consciousness, pulling him out of the electric chair.

Hearing Constantine's cry for help, Fang Yu immediately took a step towards the electric chair, ignoring the turbulent electric current permeating the electric chair, pulled Constantine out with his bare hands, and threw him directly onto the pillar.

Boom!

Constantine flew sideways, hit the waist area, hit the post hard, and immediately let out a scream!

it was a mistake...

Fang Yu could swear that he never thought of doing this, and he had no problem with Constantine's waist.

After rescuing Constantine, Fang Yu turned his attention to the electric chair.

This prop that can go back to the past at will is too dangerous for him.

If someone in the future uses this electric chair to go back to the past and trace his trajectory from a certain event, won't his entire identity that he has painstakingly worked out be exposed?

Such hazards cannot be ignored!

"Please help yourself......"

After cutting the electric chair in half, Fang Yu felt his mind cleared up.

"Oh, my reviewer

Midnight's eyelids twitched wildly, and his heart almost jumped out of pain. This is his favorite collection, so it was chopped off with a knife?

calm down!

Be sure to calm down!

Midnight convincing herself over and over again that collectibles are unnecessary and that losing a chair is better than losing a life, right?

"Ah~"

Constantine groaned in pain, struggled to get up from the ground, clutched his waist and said, "Can you be gentle next time? My back feels like it's going to break!"

"Next time for sure."

Fang Yu replied with suppressed laughter.

Midnight looked sadly at the damaged electric chair, but didn't dare to say anything more, just held his mouth and said: "Constantine, have you found what you want?"

"Found...Badalschach!"

Constantine said, clutching his back. "This guy really has something to do with Mammon. I saw him chatting with people and mentioned the two important words of advent and hospital, twins.

"Congratulations, so where are we going next?" Fang Yu said in a flat tone, but secretly sighed in his heart, as if he had led Constantine to the right clue

Anger flashed in Constantine's eyes, and he said in a voice full of hatred: "I'll go back and get ready, and then I'll settle the score with that bastard Badalsha!"

There was no expression on Midnight's face. "Remember your promise, don't look for me again, Constantine.

"Next time for sure."

Constantine waved goodbye.

Continue along the gutter.

Although there are still faint lights, the surrounding environment and the situation ahead can be seen roughly clearly.

"Those spells carved on the walls...."

Constantine followed Nicaea, and the further he went, the more shocked he was to see things on the surrounding walls.

The entire underground drainage system is extremely complicated, with winding paths leading in all directions, like a huge amounts of tangled maze, with dazzling bright red spells engraved on the surrounding walls and ceiling.

These spells are formed by nesting multiple spells, each of which is related to each other. Its internal logic is very strict, and the spell system is also very complicated. Even Constantine, who has been immersed in pure magic for decades to understand countless taboos Proud of old crooks, it's also hard to fully identify them.

He could barely see two spells: one to disturb the perception of space, and the other to imprison and enslave.

...... Ask for flowers.

The spell that disturbed the perception of space was not terribly surprising to Constantine; apparently, it was Wilbur's way of keeping it secret so that no outsider could penetrate the drainpipe and discover the secrets hidden here.

But this spell of confinement and bondage, which utilizes the style and structure of the Catholic Church, and the very real crown of thorns, has only been used twice in history, and both times were jointly used by the pope and the twelve cardinals.

This made him a little puzzled, why a person who destroyed the entire Penguin City and committed such a heinous crime would use this most sacred spell in a place full of crimes like the Holy See.

"Even the crown of thorns appeared...."

Constantine frowned deeply, a puzzled look appeared on his face, and, feeling very uncomfortable inside, he murmured. "What is this guy imprisoning?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Nick Tia didn't stop, but speeded up, shuttling through this tangled underground labyrinth, just like returning home.

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down!" Seeing this, Constantine also quickened her pace, fearing that she would fall behind and be left behind.

As we go deeper, the smell of blood in the air grows stronger, and the roar of cars grows louder, but if you listen carefully, you can hear chilling screams mixed with it.

Cold sweat oozed from Constantine's forehead, pooled on his chin at the edge of his cheeks, and slowly dripped onto the slippery ground, his face was pale, as if he was painting a wall.

He can swear that he has never heard such a gloomy scream. Even if he has been to the deepest part of hell, he can't imagine what kind of torture a person has experienced to make such a desperate and vicious sound.

As he was speaking, Naksya who was standing in front of him suddenly stopped.

"Where is he!"

Nexia tilted her slender oval face, looked at the ladder hanging on the wall, there was a trace of seriousness in her cold eyes, "The truth you want to know... is right there

Constantine hesitated for a while, looked at the hanging ladder leading to the upper floor, and asked. "If we go up from here, we won't run into this guy directly?"

"Don't worry, it won't be soon."

Naxia shook her head, letting the suspicious Constantine know, and said. "There's no way Wilbur will find us, at least not until he sabotages Dankin's plans."