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Chapter 452 Impossible!

Constantine's headless corpse was surrounded by these terrifying demons. As the bloody river expanded, more and more terrifying demons crawled out from the depths of the broken land.

A strong and pungent sulfur smell filled the air instantly, with a suffocating smell of blood, like hell.

Although Wilbur was used to being stared at with such resentment and resentment, it was hard for him not to feel chills when these strange creatures looked at him.

"This...impossible!"

Wilbur's pupils twitched slightly in doubt, "If you are just a human being with severely damaged brain and heart, how could you be alive?"

"Humanity?"

A thick smile appeared on Constantine's head, flung into the corner, under his eyes, his lips curled into a mocking arc, "As much as I hate to admit it, today I... ...Compared with ordinary people, I am afraid that only the soul level can be regarded as a human being."

Constantine's torso, decapitated, was now holding a knife, dripping with blood, and as he approached the head slowly, Wilbur twisted the head off and threw it into a corner.

The headless body stretched out its hand, raised its head immediately, brushed the dust from its hair, and leaned against its neck, as if nothing had happened.

Constantine froze for a moment, realizing he was looking down at his own ass, and said softly. "Sorry, this is the first time for me, my head is in the wrong direction.

Immediately afterwards, he clasped his misplaced head with both hands and showed Wilbur Watley on the spot what it meant to force a turn.

After a period of drowsiness, there was a crunching sound of bones, Constantine's head turned 180 degrees, and her back was facing forward abruptly.

Walter...Farker?

Seeing such a strange scene, Wilbur Watley's eyelids jumped wildly, and he even wanted to ask Constantine, which of the two of them is the monster!" What did you say?

"Hmmm... yes."

Constantine nodded in satisfaction, then raised the blood-stained saber, showed Wilbur a mouthful of neat teeth, and said dully. "Didn't you just bully someone? Come on, let me see if you can kill me!"

"Don't be so arrogant, man!"

Enraged by his actions, Wilbur exuded a terrible evil spirit all over his body, and the viscous plasma around him turned into a burning flame, engulfing the entire factory in an instant: "But you have gained some power, do you really think you Can you fight me like a god?"

boom

The next moment, the air suddenly exploded!

A circle of air visible to the naked eye spread out one by one, and with a sound that could pierce eardrums, a blood-red, angry figure passed across the silent factory.

When the blood-red figure passed by, the hard concrete ground seemed to have been trampled by thousands of Beasts and shattered violently. The rolling wind rolled up the gravel, destroying the sky and the ground like a hurricane. Constantine appeared in front of it.

It's so fast, so fast! It's so fast.

Wilbur's physical strength was almost inhuman, his entire body blurred with prohibitive speed, and even the gust of wind on his face released heat from intense friction.

The pressure of the wind, pulled at an extremely fast speed, pierced his body like a sharpened knife, deeply cut into his bones, and spilled hot blood on the surrounding ground.

Constantine barely opened his eyes. With a burning sensation in his eyeballs, he saw the trajectory of the blood-red figure, and raised his hand to strike. This blow was his first reaction.

There was no skill in this blow, it could even be said to be shoddy, the only thing worthy of praise was that the strength was not bad.

Blade surged downward, striking the blood-red figure with precision, but Constantine's face changed because he didn't feel Blade hit the air.

The next moment, blood splashed from behind! This is Constantine.

The flesh was torn from the middle to both sides by some kind of sharp object, the bloody palm went straight through his left chest, and five strong fingers gripped the beating heart like iron clamps.

Knock Knock Coffee.....

The heart that had been pulled out of his body, still connected to the thick blood vessels of the aorta, was tightly clenched in Wilbur's palm, expanding and beating vigorously.

"vomit wow..."

Constantine spat out a mouthful of blood, froze for a moment, and turned to meet Wilbur's eyes, which had an evil red light.

"Compared with your comrades in arms, you are too weak." Wilbur stuck out his tongue, licked the blood on his lips, smiled sullenly, and said. "I'd like to see if you can still come back to life after being chopped into meat paste!"

Constantine's pupils dilated slightly, and an evil cold pierced his heart. He does guarantee his Regenerative Healing Factor, but that doesn't mean he can't feel the pain

His heart was shaking.

If they were indeed chopped into pieces, like those who were thrown into the meat grinder, it is impossible to imagine the pain they would have endured.

Wilbur didn't give it a chance, his fingers clenched tightly, squeezing the beating heart angrily!

boom...

His heart was crushed beyond recognition, and a sharp pain shot into his brain.

However, this is just the beginning.

Because of the previous two experiments, Wilbur knew clearly that Constantine was so strange that even if his heart and brain were destroyed, he could still be revived after a while, so he had to do it more carefully! He wanted to Destroy his heart and brain.

"..."The damned curse is eroding!"

Wilbur's eyes were cold, and a bright red flame erupted in his hands, pouring into Constantine's body like cold poison, dissolving all his organs and even muscles in a pool of blood, leaving only his head.

Wilbur grinned and brought his foot to Constantine's head.

The man's head was like a bursting watermelon, and the white viscous substance mixed with red splashed out instantly, staining the soles of his expensive Zhao Zhao cowhide shoes red.

"Tsk tsk...dirty human beings."

Wilbur frowned slightly, and rubbed the sole of his shoe in disgust, wiping away the piece of brain.

But as soon as he raised his head, he found that the bright red blood river was still there, and the disgusting ghost was still shaking on his head, looking at him silently.

"Why...these things are still there?" Wilbur's face suddenly changed, and there was an ominous premonition on it.

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

A deep and hoarse voice sounded, and Wilbur's pupils contracted into needles in an instant, and he saw an unscathed Constantine slowly walking out from these unjust ghosts.

"This...impossible!"

Wilbur's eyes widened, "Your body... has been dissolved by the blood curse, why are you still here? Who are you?"

"what is this?".