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"You want to get rid of me! You want to kill that scumbag by yourself, right?" Constantine's eyes widened in the darkness, and he shouted at Chen Yu as if accusing him, "Damn it! You are Do you want to prove that you have great power to bring justice? Or are you just hypocritical and want to use the scum in front of you to find a reason to satisfy your desire to kill? Don't tell me it's because of your demonic blood!"

Chen Yu listened to Constantine's hysterical lectures very calmly, then pointed to the right, "Uh... I wasn't the one who really took action."

Constantine turned his head in confusion. When he seemed to finally realize what he had just hit, a frightened expression appeared on his face again, "Shit!"

The man lay motionless on the ground, and large amounts of blood spread out and blended into the shadows.

Constantine grabbed his hair and said tremblingly, "I don't know him at all... Oh my God! I just, just saw the fire and the weird arrows on the charred ground! I heard the noise in this broken place. Loud noise...he..."

Chen Yu is also a little regretful, because he may say goodbye to this month's indicators again.

The extreme emotions just now disappeared. Chen Yu seemed to have turned on the sage mode. He calmly walked over to check the condition of the corpse. He also needed to retrieve his own shielding charm.

The man was lying head down on the ground, his waist seemed to be broken, his body was twisted into a twist, and his legs were crossed in a funny way. It was obvious that the impact just now was very powerful, and Constantine's hit was also accurate.

Chen Yu thought for a while, then, driven by sudden curiosity, reached out and slowly turned the man's head.

Why is he so powerful? What about that boundless malice? I even can't help but have that very strange fear, who is he?

"Boy!" Constantine suddenly shouted.

At this time, the man's face was revealed.

The "tick-tick" blood fell into the dark ground covered with hay and dust, and was then greedily sucked dry.

The Book of Magic warns.

The "Dead Soul" became restless again.

Chen Yu was stunned.

"Boy, you'd better explain what the hell is going on?" Constantine's voice was full of fear.

The face had no eyes, its jaw was broken, and half of its tongue was exposed. The blood stain has almost dried up, and no matter how you look at it, the man in front of you is...

Chen Yu turned his head and looked towards the center of the warehouse.

The lonely chair stood there strangely.

The hostages are missing.

"Two little guys who love each other! I know you will attract each other and fall into my amusement park together!" The strange man's voice clearly appeared behind Chen Yu.

How on earth did he do it? Why can you avoid the impact? Why do hostages become scapegoats?

Chen Yu slowly stood up and turned to the direction of the car lights.

"Isn't it cold for you to wear only a vest on such a cold day, idiot?" Constantine cursed while sweating.

Wearing a vest and sunglasses, the middle-aged man with short blond hair stood behind Constantine very proudly with his head held high. The military dagger in his hand was placed on Constantine's neck, and there was even a blood mark.

To top it off, this guy is wearing a flatulence shielding charm.

"Magic, ah... I probably should have thought that the two people who could escape from the demon's lair in Ravenskan must be ordinary people." The man in sunglasses smiled, "But it's no use, children! I never I will miss, I am a leader in the industry, I am a fighter against fate!"

"No, you are just an old glass with disgusting quirks!" Constantine suddenly raised his arm, and the moment he opened his palm, two balls of angry flames rose up.

The man in sunglasses instinctively turned his head, but Chen Yu had already stretched out his right hand.

The belt connected to the magic power jumped over, poking at the arm of the man in sunglasses holding a military dagger like lightning.

The hand of the man in sunglasses was slightly knocked aside by the belt, but in the blink of an eye, the blade violently slashed Constantine's throat. Under the light of the car, a splash of blood spattered, and Constantine immediately fell forward.

Three split "dead souls" emerged from Chen Yu's shadow. They rushed over and entangled the man in sunglasses. Chen Yu ran over and helped Constantine up. He saw that Constantine was covering his neck with his left hand, his eyes were wide open, and blood was pouring out of his mouth and the seams of his hands.

He was dying.

Chen Yu raised his head, and saw that the man in sunglasses was using sharp steps to avoid the bites of the "Dead Soul" chasing after him, and the military dagger in his hand drew several cold lights.

This guy's speed is different from ordinary people.

"I... don't want... to go to hell..." Constantine sobbed, grabbing Chen Yu's arm with his left hand.

Ah, yes. He knew that he did not belong in heaven at all. He would be captured by Nergal and suffer inhumane torture forever. At this point, the devil was victorious.

What a boring ending that would be.

A sharp piece of metal floated up, and Chen Yu stretched out his left hand without hesitation, staring at Constantine, who was about to lose consciousness.

His sense of survival is really strong.

Constantine's hand firmly grasped Chen Yu's wrist.

The metal piece cut open Chen Yu's palm, and soon, blood began to flow. Chen Yu withdrew his right hand, forcefully opened Constantine's fingers that were covering the wound on his neck like a spasm, and poured his demon blood into the smiling blade wound.

"You will survive, Constantine." Chen Yu looked at Constantine who rolled his eyes and said calmly, "I still need your help with many things about magic."

In just one second, the demon blood seeped into Constantine's original blood and spread into the blood vessels like a virus, and the wound disappeared. Constantine's eyes immediately revealed a look of extreme surprise, and then he arched his body and sucked in the dirty and bloody air with his heart beating violently.

Chen Yu nodded to himself. He stood up again and faced the strange man in sunglasses.

Now it's time to deal with this evil guy.

Constantine is right, this guy is a bit scary, his mystery seems to be the sin itself, and those movements and skills that seem to have been honed thousands of times are just appearances.

I can't kill him.

Chen Yu realized this terrible fact.

The "Dead Soul" couldn't even capture the man. It wasn't a direct injury, it was more like some kind of abnormal transformation, so the flatulence shielding amulet was useless. However, facing this man in sunglasses, the devouring of the "dead soul" actually failed.

The pages of the "Book of Magic" are still open, and the content of the third chapter appears to have not disappeared.

I can only give it a try.

While Constantine was still in a state of confusion on the ground, Chen Yu turned around and faced the body of the hostage who was killed.

That's him.

Sacrifice, I need a sacrifice of flesh and blood to open the door to a higher dimensional world.

At least that's what the Book of Magic says.

Curiosity and excitement were renewed.

Chen Yu raised his hand coldly and ruthlessly.

That is just a corpse, the soul has already gone to the place where it should go. This is not blasphemy, this is a bargaining chip to turn defeat into victory.

Malice and rage.

"You can't escape the murder that is bound to come!" The man in sunglasses shouted cheerfully, without even taking a breath, "You can't escape the pursuit of darkness! You should understand the true meaning of fear! Children! That's Your destined end! Like stupid Icarus! Yes! I am the sun of eternal darkness! I will burn your freedom!"

Chen Yu was not disturbed. He was condensing emotions that were extremely unfamiliar to him.

"Destroy him!"

The Book of Magic spits blood.

The corpse's arm was twisted.

I don't hate this world, I don't even hate the father who killed me in my previous life.

"Are you really ready to step into this dark and complicated world?" Constantine suddenly stood on the left side of Chen Yu. He regained his composure, but his face was still stained with blood. "This means there is no turning back, and there is more. Many prices are waiting to be paid. This is not a life for human beings. Believe me, once you believe in magic with all your heart, it will follow you."

Chen Yu thought for a while and finally nodded.

"Then hate yourself, boy!" Constantine grinned, his smile was very bitter, "This is the only thing you need."

As if being struck by lightning, Chen Yu's eyes suddenly widened.

Everything from birth to death to rebirth unfolds before your eyes.

"We will eventually become bastards in the eyes of the world, so hate yourself." Constantine patted Chen Yu on the shoulder, "That is also the source of our strength!"

The corpse suddenly began to collapse and twist, and it was instantly lumped into a ball of flesh in front of an invisible force.

The next moment, it exploded.

At this moment, the "Dead Soul" howled in pain in Chen Yu's consciousness.

Chen Yu and Constantine turned their heads at the same time.

An unbelievable scene appeared. The man in sunglasses was bathing in the dirty black rain after the "dead soul" was torn apart. He stepped forward with a sinister smile like the god of death. He took off his sunglasses, and two strange mouths with sharp teeth emerged from a pair of deep rotten eye sockets.

Chen Yu suddenly thought at this moment that he had never seen the man in sunglasses really open his mouth to speak. Those hollow sounds came from the mouth in the eye socket!

"Nice pre-dinner meal!" The two mouths in the sunglasses man's eye sockets said at the same time, "Now it's your turn, my lovely children! Collins will take good care of you!"

Ah...that's it.

Chen Yu finally knew who this terrifying murderer was.

Collins, "Murder Dreams."

This is the most horrifying, dark nightmare rooted in everyone's dreams, it is murder itself.

A nightmare that ran to Earth without authorization after being imprisoned by the dream god Morpheus.

How to kill a dream?

"Is that what you want?" Collins pointed arrogantly behind Chen Yu with a military dagger.

"Oh my god..." Constantine trembled and took a few steps back.

Chen Yu felt the restlessness of a primitive rage. He turned around, and a crooked and crawling crack opened on the fleshy corpse. Countless crawling illusory tentacles were stirring and trying to get into the world. They were flashing with colorful bright colors. , and in the crack, a huge eye stared at Chen Yu.

The sacrifice was successful.