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Rose summoned a ball of light.

Accompanied by a "squeaking" sound that could make ordinary people's teeth chatter, Chen Yu and his group slowly went down the stairs of the narrow wooden structure.

Under the illumination of the magic light ball, the densely written writings on the wall extended diagonally downwards. Even though some of it has been corroded by moisture and mold over a long period of time, the ancient mantras arranged in multiple characters can still be clearly recognized. It is like a prayer to guide the way to the underworld, or to call the dead back to the world. Secret words.

"...Give us the scepter, open the valley lit by hellfire, have mercy on us, listen to us; wear the hair of night, root the joy of the dead, shepherd of the dead, have mercy on us, listen to us, flow from... …”

"Stop, Chen!" Rose suddenly blocked part of the dirty writing with her hand. She looked at Chen Yu seriously, "Curiosity killed the cat, we don't have time to cause more mess. A group of idiots are here trying to put a Hades The door was open, maybe they had succeeded and paid the price with their lives."

Chen Yu nodded, but was not satisfied. After walking down a few steps in silence, he asked again, "What is the underworld you are talking about?"

"Just like hell and heaven, those are not the only destinations for souls." Rose explained as she walked, "Death takes souls away and sends them to forks in the road, where there are countless markers to ensure that they will eventually go where they belong. The land of the underworld. The 'Gini' of voodoo, the Yama City of India, and your Fengdu. What is summoned here is the underworld of the Celts, a long-forgotten kingdom of the dead."

"Why did they open the door to the alien underworld?" Chen Yu was even more curious.

"War, idiot!" Mazekin suddenly interrupted, "They not only want to open the door, they want to sacrifice a large number of souls of the dead! Will you use the souls of your own kind? They are preparing a witchcraft bomb ceremony!"

Chen Yu finally realized it.

Even after defeat, these guys still hope to overturn the existing historical structure. They do not hesitate to use black magic and horrific witchcraft to create a soul bomb that is several times more terrifying than an atomic bomb.

Obviously, they didn't succeed.

Otherwise, part of this world would have long become a deserted and empty shell.

On the wall near the end of the steps, Chen Yu saw a large stain, which looked more like a black figure throwing his arms on the wall.

The chaotic and disorderly magic remnants were floating like ashes in this dusty basement for many years. Chen Yu noticed that there was no magic circle on the cement floor of the basement, only a small piece of black oil stain that seemed to never be removed could be seen everywhere. , those collapsed shelves and triangular frames that seemed to be used in witchcraft rituals, ropes tied with special knots, and tin vessels were covered with dark green magic pus.

There is also a trapezoidal altar made of masonry, which is split in the middle, and a rusty cane with a bent top is inserted inside.

Chen Yu walked over and looked at the dark crack. On a long nail inside, there was a tattered piece of dough hanging by Wu Fengzi.

"Be careful, Chen! We are professionals, don't cause trouble like those claptrap brats!" Constantine smoked a cigarette and inspected the iron shelves placed against the wall that looked like operating tables.

The Book of Magic did not sound the alarm.

So, Chen Yu used magic to make the dough float and stretch out in mid-air.

Even so, it was wrinkled and looked like it was sewn together from skins of different colors. It only had one nostril and its mouth looked like an irregular tree hole.

"The Banshee." Rose frowned and said, "They are very well prepared. I think they have sealed many corpses of the dead with cement under the altar, as well as binding circles. They trapped them in this way. Some souls and torment them, breaking them down, becoming some kind of bait filled with extremely negative emotions. And then summoning the Banshee on Shrove Tuesday..."

"They successfully trapped a banshee, and they even got the shepherd's crutch." Constantine squatted down, tilted his head and looked at the shadow below the operating table. Quickly, he reached for something. "But they failed at the last step."

"Half a chin." Mazegin looked at the piece of bone that Constantine finally raised with a smile, "They were blown to pieces."

"A bunch of fools!" Constantine stood up and looked at the chin and grinned, "That is the underworld of Wales. They are arrogant and think that they can do whatever they want by opening the door. They think they can make the shepherds obey orders. You can ignore the ancient god of war! Yes, the Celtic Lord of the Underworld is the god of war first! A bunch of bastards! They just started a war!"

Chen Yu nodded. He finally knew why there seemed to be waves of war drums ringing from beneath the cracks in the altar.

These German guys ignored the most important point. The King of the Underworld wanted to protect his territory, and the act of kicking open the door was regarded as a declaration of war.

This is an ancient rule.

As a result, this group of miserable guys who thought they were trying to control death by using loopholes in the rules died at the hands of the king who abided by his duties.

"So damn lucky!" Constantine threw away half of his chin and rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "The perfect half-finished altar! And the gate to the underworld that still hasn't been completely closed! All we need to do now is divination. With the four most suitable positions for the acolytes, you can start to outline the magic circle!"

Quickly, after confirming that there was no danger, Constantine took off his backpack. He took out a piece of white cloth, spread it on the ground like a picnic, and then got Chas one by one. Books, manuscripts, knives, jars containing blood and formalin-soaked fingers were taken out.

Chen Yu looked at a black crucible full of magic circle rune patterns and said, "It's starting to look more and more like a cooking class, John."

Constantine chuckled, "I'm glad you can finally tell a joke, Chen! That's a good thing! You know, magic rituals are like cooking, putting the right ingredients at the right time and place in the right order. We feed those bastards all kinds of stuff, and when those bastards eat and drink well, they will tip us."

Very interesting explanation, but the picture is a bit weird.

"I saved you some time, John." Richard's voice suddenly sounded.

Mazekin stood in the corner with her arms crossed and frowned, but she should have seen the special connection between Richard and Rose.

"You are really elusive." Constantine raised his head.

Chen Yu noticed that Richard, who had appeared at an unknown time, had marked the four directions in the basement with bright magic fire, where the deacon's circle would be located.

"Then... let's get started!" Constantine picked up a bowl, then stood up and walked towards Mazekin with ill intentions.

Mazekin lowered his arm and clenched his fists vigilantly.

It seems that this hell's torturer has also found the best way to face Constantine.

"Don't be so formal, Ms. Mazekin!" Constantine smiled very respectfully, "I just need a little bit of your blood to pave the smooth road to hell!"

"Fuck you, Constantine! Why me?" Mazegin cursed through gritted teeth.

"Let me think about it..." Constantine pretended to roll his eyes, "Lucifer hopes to do this!"

ha! It seems that Constantine always finds a way to control Mazekin.

Evenly matched.

Chen Yu nodded and watched the show.

"One day you will..."

"One day I will belong to you, my dear." Constantine raised his chin and waited.

Mazekin growled and picked up Lilith's serrated knife.