Meiman: Assassin Wushuang of a Wizard of Science

Constantine is in a very complicated mood now.

With great difficulty, he deceived the three bosses of hell.

We have lived in an era where cigarettes can be smoked and alcohol can be drank at will.

But who ever thought?

There will be fucking world line changes!

Satan did not kill all the cancer cells in his body, but left a backup plan.

Yes, this humiliated hell boss left a cancer cell in his body.

Although it is just one cancer cell, it is not even as numerous as the number of cancer cells in an ordinary person's body.

But this boss also put a curse on this cancer cell.

Every time you smoke, the cancer cells will multiply.

And the original cancer cells can never be eliminated.

As long as Constantine lives, this cancer cell will remain.

This means that Constantine will have a Sword of Damocles hanging above his head for the rest of his life.

The Hell Detective also felt his scalp numb.

After struggling with wits and courage, he managed to survive, but in the end he could not smoke properly for the rest of his life.

After all, 30 cigarettes a day is really a blessing.

Two to the 29th power is not a small number.

He has studied mathematics.

So the man thought of other ways to avoid his disaster.

The method is simple.

As long as the owner of hell is changed, wouldn't he be free from the constraints of relevant laws?

But if you think about it carefully, he himself is just a third-rate mage, a second-rate gambler, and a first-rate scumbag.

How can he start a revolution in hell to change the boss?

At most, it's better to deceive others and serve as a gunman for the boss.

This is why he will try his best to escape.

After all, escape is shameful, but very effective.

He originally thought that he would use the magic system of other worlds to dominate the world in this world, and even become a generational hero.

But who would have thought that all his magic would lose its effectiveness in this place.

Not only that, he also failed to succeed.

As a first-rate scumbag, John Constantine actually.

On his first attempt to dip his toe into the magical mysteries of this world, he was caught.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that this is not the magic world anymore.

Constantine, an old gambler.

He had not finished the book, although he admired it greatly.

However, he quickly got started with the subsequent rule books and decks.

(I finished reading it, but not completely)

Just like that, he took his own set of Scoia'tael cards and rushed directly to the casino.

Then the loser's pants were gone.

"Boss, what should we do?

This guy stole the card holder from our store, should we hand it over to Karma Taj? "

Constantine glanced at the loser aside and chose to kneel down with disdain on his face.

"Da Zhuang, put the knife down first.

We are businessmen after all, and we need to be kinder.

We got this card pack from the Midnight Demon Hunting Group after a lot of effort. "

"That's right, even though they are unwilling to sell these best card packages to us.

But at least we still got some gold card packages at high prices!

Our boss’s knees are very valuable! "

"...

puff. "

Constantine originally wanted to beg for mercy, but when he heard this, he almost laughed again.

"Big and strong!

I suddenly felt that we businessmen still need to use some force as a deterrent.

After all, this is how you can protect yourself! "

"I was wrong, brother. I admit my guilt and I will listen to you in everything I do!"

Constantine knelt on the ground and quickly begged for mercy as the large kitchen knife was clamped around his neck again.

But then, he began to feel the earth trembling.

"what happened?"

The boss and Cheng Dazhuang beside him were also at a loss and began to look around in panic.

"It looks like something is coming?"

Looking at the Chaos Demon running in the distance, Constantine slowly lit a cigarette and stood up.

"Boss, I think you and your employees are just doing business in a mysterious way. In fact, you don't know any form of magic, right?"

Constantine was tinkering with bottles of unintelligible potions in the store while consulting the somewhat panicked boss beside him.

“I am actually a magician, but the system is different from what you know.

Otherwise, now tell me all the props you think can be used, and I will try to get us out of danger.

How about we just write off this account? "

Constantine's calm and calm appearance, coupled with his mischievous smile and the still-burning cigarette, indeed made him very persuasive.

Because there are no normal people in the magic world, and the weirder they are, the more powerful they are.

"Okay, I agree."

The boss didn't think too much about it. After all, if the people were gone, wouldn't the goods in this store be in vain?

“This is for diarrhea.

This is Dragon's Tears, a basic magic item.

This is just an ordinary cigarette, what are you using it for? "

A small ball of flame slowly rose in Constantine's left hand, which was an ability he had stolen from Poison Ivy.

And obviously, this riot is also related to this ability.

Because before, the flame could only be used to light cigarettes, but now it can be used to refine medicine.

"Then let's get started!

Let me, Constantine, the famous Hell Detective, come and see!

How much does this mysterious person of yours weigh? "

……

Inside Kama Taj, everyone was having a hard time dealing with the Chaos Demon in front of them.

After all, this group of traditional mages who have never played Dark Souls do not know how these monsters move.

Therefore, the battle became extremely fierce.

Although Dark Souls says that every trial and error will deduct a lot of blood from you.

But here, every trial and error means the death of a human life.

And due to the continuous replenishment of new combat power, they have not even learned the previous lessons, and it is very likely that they will die in the same place five or six times.

After all, not every mage in Karma Taj can be as outstanding as Casillas.

Fortunately, the square dance team led by Mo Du still has a certain fighting capacity.

After all, they have borrowed from the Demon Hunter's integrated attack and defense combat mode to a certain extent.

"Everyone perform the seal together! Use crimson ties!"

Modu shouted, and a red pattern began to appear on his hand.

Indestructible red ribbons surged out of the void, suppressing the old demon king in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, a yellow figure and a red figure appeared quickly.

The two of them worked together to instantly cut off the Demon King's head from his spine.

"I didn't expect you, a mage, to be so good at melee combat!"

"Don't even look at who my master is..."

The two are Casillas and Damian who were wandering in New York City before.