Started in American comics

The onlookers were in an uproar, pointing at Van Helsing and shouting words like "complicit" and "monster".

The old man holding the parchment stepped forward to scold him, but Constantine stepped forward to stop him. In order to increase deterrence, he also raised the launcher in his hand.

The beeping of the recharged transmitter made the residents afraid to approach, but the curses continued.

The wounds on the three girls had basically recovered. Van Helsing came to the nearest girl, stroked her hair with rough fingers, and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

The lady standing next to her rolled her eyes, and she was overtaken by this guy again.

"Who are you? Get out of here immediately!"

The old man holding the parchment shouted loudly, and Constantine waved the energy transmitter back and forth to force him back.

"Stay away, you murderers."

The two-meter-tall executioner with a full body of iron tower muscles stood in the crowd, the blood on the blade dripped on the sand and a faint black smoke emitted.

No one noticed this tiny detail. The woman who was completely robbed of the scene had been pushed aside by Van Helsing, and the three girls tied to the wooden frame were put down.

The animalization caused by the x gene has faded, revealing his original youthful and cute appearance.

Van Helsing was so possessed by love that he took off his windbreaker and put it on the three girls, opening his arms to hug them, which gave them a slight sense of security.

He kept saying comforting words in his mouth, and ** stood aside and heard goosebumps quickly.

The old man saw everything in his eyes and shouted almost in fear: "No! You can't do this. The time is coming. If you don't start the ceremony, it will be too late!"

Hundreds of people in the town went crazy and shouted in unison: "Get away! Kill them! Kill them!"

Constantine waved the launcher, but he didn't dare to pull the trigger. He was afraid that if the shot went down, everyone here would be killed by him.

The crowd surged, and the three girls, who had just calmed down, fell into madness again, roaring into a state of animal transformation. Van Helsing was unable to suppress them for a moment.

"enough!"

With a loud shout, everyone stopped. Steel Wings stretched out its armor and possessed it, weakening even the flames behind it.

"have you had enough!"

The slightly angry questions were amplified by the armor, and everyone covered their ears, but the sound made their organs tremble, making them extremely uncomfortable.

The three beast-turned-girls were knocked unconscious, and a trace of blood flowed from their ears. After turning into beasts, their hearing was really good.

Van Helsing, who had werewolf blood, also felt uncomfortable. He lay on the ground and retched, and the weapon in his hand turned into smoke and flew towards the steel armor and merged into one.

Put away your weapons and see how you still steal the show.

It took a while for everyone to regain their composure, but someone shouted: "Hero! He is a hero!"

"Heroes help!"

The situation at the scene took a turn for the worse. All the townspeople who had been looking fierce just now threw themselves on the ground, shouting "Help" slogans and bowed to the police.

"what?"

"Hero, help me!" The old man in black robe fell to the ground and almost squirmed to his feet.

"what happened?"

** glanced at Van Helsing and then at Constantine. They both had expressions that I didn't know.

The steel wings retracted and slowly fell from the sky: "Speak clearly."

The old man lay on the ground and did not dare to raise his head. He raised the parchment he had been holding high and said, "Hero, we have all seen the news about you saving New York. Please save us!"

"Heroes, help me!" The townspeople lying on the ground shouted in unison again.

**The corners of his mouth twitched. Did these guys rehearse? They shouted so neatly.

He reached out and took the parchment, which was covered with strange-shaped circles and some mysterious-looking symbols.

There was no response from the system, so I had to hand this thing over to the two experts around me.

Van Helsing, a hundred-year-old demon hunter, found nothing, and Constantine didn't see anything interesting. He took out an old-fashioned compass, and the pointer on it shook slightly.

"It has an evil smell, but it's not strong."

The three of them turned their attention to the old man lying on the ground: "Tell me, what's going on?"

The old man raised his head and slowly took off his black robe. He was actually wearing nothing underneath.

A body that was so dry that it was almost a skeleton appeared in front of everyone. The blood vessels all over the body were blue and purple, and there was a heart that spread outwards, as if evil tattoos were crawling all over the body.

"I am only 36 years old, but since the magic mark appeared, my body has aged rapidly. In just one month, I have aged a full 30 years!"

After the words fell, the townspeople kneeling on the ground began to take off their black robes. They didn't even wear any clothes underneath. Hundreds of townspeople, shirtless and covered with purple silk threads, stood there quietly.

The crimson bonfire reflected on their eyes, as if countless hell demons had reappeared on the earth.

"Last week, residents in the small town were also infected with magic marks one after another. We have tried all means but can't cure it."

Van Helsing asked in a deep voice: "Where are the police and doctors who came to investigate?"

Seven people walked out of the townspeople who had taken off their clothes. The silk threads on their bodies were much less, but they were almost covered in silk threads.

"We try to leave here, but every time we leave, we end up going back to where we started."

Ghost hitting the wall?

**bited her lip: "What's going on with these rituals and girls?"

"I received a revelation from God in a dream. As long as we sacrifice them, we will be saved. When I woke up, I found this parchment on the Bible!"

The old man's eyes were shining with hope, but in the eyes of the two demon hunters, he was just an old lunatic who was just trying to survive.

Constantine shouted dissatisfied: "What the hell redemption? Only demons need bloody sacrifices!"

Suddenly, the compass in his hand trembled violently, and the pointer on it rotated wildly. The two exorcists quickly moved closer and became alert.

A red alert sounded in the Steel Wing Armor, and the high-energy polymer was approaching at an extremely fast speed!

The steel wings stretched out and flew high into the sky. A red figure flew towards the distant desert. The wild and violent chariot roared. The rolling flames burned in the skeleton, leaving a trail of flames as it ran at high speed.

"Oh no, Ghost Rider!"

Are there really demons in this place?

Bang!

There was a sudden explosion under his feet, and Constantine held up a small pulse cannon and shouted loudly: "It's down there!"

The tall butcher, whose sickle was stained with blood, looked down at the large translucent holes on the front and back of his chest. The sickle in his hand danced again, and the tall, thin old man in front of him was cut into pieces.

puff~

Plasma sprayed out of his body, accompanied by screams of terror, and the townspeople kneeling on the ground fled in terror.

Bang!

With another shot, the bloody butcher's head wearing a black mask exploded, and his tall body fell suddenly.

The corpse decayed rapidly, turning into bones in just a few seconds as if it had taken hundreds of years. Thick black smoke rose up along with the stench.

Van Helsing pulled him down behind him, waved his hand and sprinkled the holy water he had prepared.

The black mist shrank suddenly as if it had encountered a natural enemy. Countless fierce faces were struggling in it. Sharp and frightening screams pierced the eardrums, like sharp knives piercing the brain and stirring it wildly.

"I didn't notice that the butcher had no thread on his body!"