Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Hey, Matthew, what do you think this guy just left here?"

Luke played with Balza's head in his hands, looking very excited.

"Crush him as soon as possible, what are you going to do in this place?"

Matthew changed the combat uniform on his body, and said a little tiredly.

For some reason, Matthew always felt uncomfortable during this time.

As if something else was happening that was closely related to him.

"I can be your advisor! I know a lot about occultism, you can ask me anytime!"

Balza yelled with all his might, he was a little frightened now.

Seeing Balza's terrified expression, Luke was a little moved.

"Sounds good, can you tell me that the kidneys of angels can be eaten?"

Luke asked casually.

"Luke!"

Matthew was a little nervous, calling Luke's name loudly.

"I know, I'm not a beast, I just care a little bit."

Luke waved the arm holding Balza's head casually, making the poor devil dizzy.

"Strictly speaking, an angel's body is just a collection of energy, and it tastes like nothing."

Balza tried his best to fight against the dizziness. Fortunately, it is a rare thing for him to be able to speak without a body, and he really can't do it if he vomits.

"When are we going to get in trouble with the Hand? I've got to be a handyman for Bulkelso for a few years."

Luke doesn't think it's a bad thing to be a handyman for Bulkelso now.

Being able to get in close contact with the barbarian king is a shortcut for him to become stronger.

After experiencing the power of the equipment, he now has a completely different view on Bulkelso's toys.

"Let me investigate as soon as possible, will you still go to the previous arms deal?"

Matthew was a little weak.

The days with Luke made him a little tired.

Although Luke is a trustworthy and good guy, those weird ideas when getting along make it difficult for him to get used to.

"Go, why not. Isn't our purpose from the beginning to eradicate evil?"

Balza acted obediently as his statue, being manipulated by Luke.

"Then the one in your hand, do you want to get rid of it first?"

Luke was stunned when he heard the words, holding Balza's head in his hands with some hesitation.

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"Ah! The Vatican doesn't welcome me at all, can I say goodbye first?"

Constantine was talking to Angel with a cigarette in his mouth.

The current Angel should be called St. Angel, but Constantine didn't care at all.

Religion and faith are worthless things to Constantine.

"You can do whatever you want as long as it's just."

Angel, who was blessed by God, now has some obvious changes.

Under the illumination of the holy light, the power of the psychic that she had chosen to forget before was transformed into the kind of power that smelled like an angel.

At least she wasn't weak anymore.

"Really, you are not likable at all now."

Constantine took a deep drag on his cigarette, then coughed violently.

After the cancer received the energy supplemented by the blood bottle, it had reached the point where it could take his life, but the existences that could change this did not lend a helping hand.

"You can obviously ask the Supreme Mage, or even Bulkelso, they will definitely be able to save your life."

There was kindness in Angel's eyes, just like the Virgin Mary in the portrait.

"Angel, kindness is not pure pity. Pity is worthless to others, and I don't need help."

Constantine remembered the scene where Bul-Keso pulled the mammon from his stomach, and it made him think of Bul-Keso's solution to his cancer.

A pair of rough hands pierced through the protection of his ribs in an instant, then grabbed his lungs, and with another sudden force, he would no longer have to suffer from lung cancer.

After that, he roughly stabbed the crystal bottle into his mouth. If he was unlucky, he would lose a few teeth, and then his body was completely new.

Constantine quickly shook his head, expelling the thought from his mind.

It's not that he has no way to continue his life, but that will inevitably deal with demons.

Angels will not help him because of the exchange of interests in his mouth, but demons will.

Those guys have always been greedy.

"I want to help you, but all I can do is to prevent you from leaving alone at the last moment of your life."

Angel spoke her thoughts in a calm tone.

"Okay, I'll send you to the vicinity of the Vatican first, and then you can find the church by yourself!"

Constantine closed his mouth and smoked in silence.

"John Constantine, are you interested in making a deal with me? What you have to pay is your soul for me to drive, and I will tell you the cure for cancer."

An elderly gentleman suddenly appeared in front of the two of them with a civilized stick in both hands.

"Come on, you have lost the news of the main body, Mephisto."

Constantine's expression was as calm as usual, and he didn't seem nervous at all.

Mephisto is not an unfamiliar guy, this guy who likes to make deals to pass the time is sometimes like a philanthropist.

The power of hell can be mobilized in the human world is very limited, he lacks debt collectors, especially his thugs have betrayed him more than once.

After Satan is dealt with, the group of guys in hell should shrink up, and they won't reappear until they find a flaw.

And the phantom body left in the world by Mephisto in front of him may not even have the ability to open the gate of hell.

Signing a contract with this guy Constantine will get nothing.

"Devil? It's a strange and novel feeling."

Angel, who finally had strength, looked at Mephisto's phantom with a feeling of novelty.

Angel, who was finally able to feel the extraordinary power, carefully looked at the existence in front of him.

"Okay, then let's change the condition. You tell me what happened before, and I tell you the way to treat cancer. I guarantee that it will be effective, and it is not complicated. You don't lose anything by exchanging news for news."

Mephisto's phantom pulled out a scroll of sheepskin from the inner pocket, engraved with mysterious patterns.

"Okay, put away your tricks, you know I will never sign your contract."

Constantine staggered to the opposite side of Mephisto, then stretched his head over and whispered into Mephisto's ear.

"Satan, that is, Lucifer, is dead! Waiting for rebirth in hell."

"If the girl next to you is willing to give up her strength, she can save your life."

Constantine and Mephisto staggered and spoke into each other's ears.

"The exchange of messages ends here, so good luck John."

When Mephisto left this sentence, he lost his trace directly.

It looked like he was leaving in a hurry.

Constantine stood there, not moving for a long time.

"John Constantine, is this difficult?"

Angel looked at Constantine in front of him and asked worriedly.