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Constantine only reacted at this moment and said blankly: "It was once a black magician and developed a spell to summon himself.

This curse was included in the "Magic Book of Truth" and poisoned countless mages? Why hasn't anyone noticed it before? "

"Everyone who finds it is dead. And there are too many benefits to responding to the call, not just teasing the mage.

In order for the spell to spread, most of the time, it will probably not harm the dark wizard, but will give some benefits. "Harry said with a wry smile.

One of the laws of hell: All demons want to come to the world to live freely.

Therefore, it can return to the world through the spread of the curse. There is no need to reveal its true colors and kill the black mage every time.

Law of Hell No. 2: Demons can gain power from sacrifices.

As long as the spell spreads, the black magician can sacrifice it. Since the real name is fake anyway, he is not afraid of the mages torturing him or stealing his power.

Law of Hell No. 3: The soul is the universal currency in hell.

Wouldn't it be great to respond to the spell and enter the human world, harvesting a wave of souls?

For so many reasons, if it were Harley, as long as she had the ability, she would probably do the same thing as this demon.

"You're right."

It first glanced at Harley from the corner of its eye, then looked at Constantine with a playful look, and said: "Playing with a stupid black mage like you is the best sport in hell.

Most of the time, I just want you to be unlucky and make you think that I am too strong and the binding spell is not fully effective, but you will not suspect that there is something wrong with the spell itself.

And my powerful power attracts you deeply. Next time, and the next time, you will call me more carefully and make me happy.

In the end, when I get tired of it, and a random 'black magic backlash' occurs, your souls will completely belong to me. "

Then, the body of the tall demon, which was pieced together with corpses, twisted and squirmed, turning into a red-skinned humanoid demon with a height of 2.5 meters.

It has a protruding chin like a gorilla, fine scales, a pair of horns on its forehead, and a lizard tail on its lower body.

Although not handsome, he looks much better than before.

"Before, it was the true appearance, which came from the heart. Now it is the appearance, which restores my original appearance to a large extent.

Now that I've been recognized, I have to maintain some of my old etiquette. "it says.

"Who were you?" Harley asked.

"You may have never heard of a king from Central Asia, the Kingdom of Amadin more than 10,000 years ago," it sighed.

Constantine was shocked and asked in a low voice: "King Amadin, have you heard of it ten thousand years ago?"

"Eighty percent it's fake again." Harley shook her head.

It looked at her strangely, but didn't object.

Constantine's cheek muscles twitched a few times, and he couldn't help cursing: "A big demon of the Duke level is so timid and hesitant, how dare he report his name!"

It smiled sarcastically, "Yes, that's it, keep struggling to please me."

"Fake, this bastard is too cunning." Constantine gritted his teeth.

"Cunning is the nature of devils, and it is an advantage praised by hell creatures." Harley complained.

"Alas, Witch Harley, you are smart enough to read my mind, this game is starting to get boring.

Now that we can’t go on with the performance, let’s have dinner! "

It stretched out its claws with nails as sharp as daggers, and picked up Astra, who was standing by the side, "Boom!"

It crushed her little head.

A fierce murderous intent flashed in Harry's eyes, and without any further hesitation, he quietly put his hands behind his back, used the nail of his right thumb as a knife, and carved a rune on his left palm.

"No!" Constantine's eyes were red and almost burst out of his sockets.

"Hey hey hey" his performance pleased it again.

It smiled and licked the palm of the hand that was covered with the girl's flesh and brain, then closed its thumb and index finger and pinched Astra's neck.

The translucent confused soul falls into its palm.

Constantine wailed, tears streaming down his face, and rushed towards it like a madman.

"Don't be impulsive, John, that's what it wants you to do."

Frank and Rich held him tight.

It held Astra in the palm of its hand and said with a smile: "This is my reward for responding to your call. This tortured child is not bad for recreation.

I'm a little excited when I think about having such a cutie by my side for the next eternity! "

It stuck out its long, rough tongue and licked her face.

Constantine stopped struggling and said resolutely: "The soul of a little girl is far less valuable than the soul of a warlock who has awakened his magic power. Let her go and take me away."

"John!" Zed and Judith were shocked.

"It's my fault, I screwed this up."

Constantine forced an ugly smile, "They often say, 'Magic always has a price.' I dismissed it before, but now I understand. Today, I have to take responsibility for my actions."

Now Harry was really impressed by him.

"Haha, you have such a beautiful idea of ​​exchanging my things for my things." It smiled coldly, swallowed Astra in one gulp, and roared: "Today, you are all going to die. From the time you summoned me, your souls have been It’s already been marked with me.”

"I am the wizard who summoned you and have nothing to do with them." Constantine shouted with a twisted face.

Harley sighed: "John, it's useless. As long as it wants to use the real name spell to deceive more mages, it will definitely kill people today."

As soon as these words came out, Rich Judith and others immediately looked desperate.

"Yes, you are smart and sober enough. Unfortunately, I hate dark wizards who are as cunning and vicious as me."

It suddenly stretched out its palm, with its palm facing Harry.

"Whoosh!" A bunch of blood-red horseshoe shot out.

The entire room and entire field of vision were filled with scarlet light.

"boom!"

The sword was like a giant blade, slashing at the protective formation. The golden light barrier collided with the bloody light blade, sputtering out a brilliant and scattered beam of light.

"Boom!" The ceiling, four meters high from the ground, was as crisp as a biscuit and exploded in the bloody aftermath.

"Ahhhh!" Screams rang out from above, and gravel, stumps, exciting music, and noise fell into the basement.

The aftermath of just one casual blow penetrated the floor.

"God, what kind of monster is this!"

"No, it's the devil. Witch Harley is summoning the devil again."

Hundreds of people were partying in the nightclub on the first floor. At this time, the ground collapsed and a large pit was revealed, revealing the "Sajya Tana" and protective circle inside.

Everyone was shocked on the spot at first, and then ran away crying for their fathers and mothers.

That day, Harley played the Cathedral Demon video on the BBC, and they all watched it.

At this moment, I thought the witch was mad again.

Harry's face was a little dark, but he was more shocked.

It's not that shocking how strong the demon's attacks are.

It's normal for a Duke-level demon to behave like this.

But Constantine's protective circle was actually able to block it.

She turned to look at him, but he was bleeding and crumbling.

Well, he is using his mental power and magic power to maintain the magic circle.

"The party has just begun, where are you going?"

The body of 'Sajya Tana' was suspended in mid-air, with his left paw spread out, and with one grip, the red barrier blocked the windows and doors.

"Stab!" It sounded like tearing cloth, and another red bolt shot out from its palm, sweeping across the hall, cutting hundreds of people in half, blood flowing into rivers, and internal organs turning into swamps.

"Hahahaha!" It came up, with a look of intoxication on its face, and pushed out with a palm. There was no magic power, but invisible and qualitative telepathy.

The invisible wall pushed the crying nightclub patrons to the corner, and without slowing down, a thick patty was posted on the wall.

Blood accumulated in the hall, forming a shallow lake.

"No, you beast, come at me if you dare!" Constantine's eyes were splitting.

"Hahaha, Constantine, it's all your fault. You killed them. Cry and regret!" It became more and more excited.

Constantine's expression suddenly changed, and a look of determination settled on his face.

"You protect my body, I will fight it to the death!"

He calmed down his emotions and sat cross-legged.

"What are you going to do?" Zed asked nervously.

Frank, Rich, and Judith had lost their minds in fear and were paralyzed there, without any reaction or language.

"I will use psychic techniques to let the soul leave the body and pull it into Limbo together." Constantine said decisively.

"Then what?" Sajatana didn't pay attention to her, so Harry simply stretched out his hand in front of him and carefully burned the formations and runes.

"In Limbo, the magic power will lose most of its effect, and I will have a soul battle with it.

With my soul fighting skills, even if I can't defeat it, it shouldn't be difficult to severely injure it with a desperate fight.

At least, it can bring it back to hell. "Constantine began to make fingerprints.

"You will die and will never recover." Zed said excitedly.

"Haha, I am beyond redemption." Constantine smiled miserably.

"Wait a moment and try my method first. If it doesn't work, then blow yourself up." Harley stepped out of the protective circle.

"What can you do?" Constantine was stunned.

"Just like you, fight poison with poison and summon big ghosts to drive away little ghosts!"

"Hey, have you walked out of the protective circle?" Although Sagatana was intoxicated with the massacre, it did not completely ignore the protective circle.

Just when it moved its body and prepared to give her a shot, Harley spread her bloody left hand and pressed it to the ground.

It left a vague blood mark the size of a palm.

"summon devil @led by blood, sacrificed by poetry, answer my call, Etrigan, son of Baal, prince of poetry!"

"Buzz!" The blood marks on the ground emitted bright red light and magnified in circles in the air.

The magic circle, which was only as big as a palm on the ground, rose to an altitude of four meters and was already two meters in diameter.

"What poem does the mage use to summon me?" A lazy voice came from the depths of the formation.

Harry did not recite the poem himself, but moved his injured left arm. Where the runes were burned into his palm, blood spurted out.

Following her thoughts, the splashing blood quickly condensed into four lines of words: The sun sets over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and I want to see a thousand miles away and reach a higher level.

"Stab-"

Sajatana was not an idiot, and of course she refused to wait for Khalifa and Kungfu by the side, and shot at the summoning circle one after another.

"Boo!" A huge sword half as wide as the door panel stretched out from the magic circle, firmly blocking the magic energy beam.

"The poem is too short, I'm lazy." Etrigan still didn't show up.

Harry gritted his teeth and squeezed out another bowl of blood, condensing a piece of Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing" in mid-air.

A strong man jumped out from the bloody magic circle, opened his big mouth, and sucked the whole blood poem into his belly, with a look of intoxication on his hideous ugly face.

"Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles, such a good poem! I will never tire of listening to it for thousands of years!"

He has tan skin, bamboo shoot-shaped devil horns, big ears that look like bat wings, and wears a windy sapphire blue cloak.

He is over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist. He looks half like a human and half like a ghost.

"Damn it, it's actually Etrigan." 'Sagatana' looked ugly.

"Gudong!" Constantine swallowed and said in shock: "He is definitely a high-ranking demon, surpassing Sagatana in terms of momentum.

Could it be that Harley has never lied, then before I-"

He held his head in pain.

Self-blame and regret were like a tsunami, drowning him.

Etrigan stared at Sagatana for a long time before trying to ask: "Are you Nergal?"