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An empty space on the ninth floor of a metropolitan high-rise building.

The air was filled with the foul smell of sulfur and blood.

Countless black ashes like burnt lime were scattered on the ground, and shoes made a dull sound when stepping on them.

Zatanna looked at the messy hall and the two large holes blasted out of the left wall.

"Gulu."

The woman swallowed. She couldn't imagine that her former playmate was as powerful as a monster and could actually "fight" with Gabriel, the boss of the Kingdom of Heaven.

A gust of cold night wind blew through the leaky wall, and Zatanna shuddered as she recalled what she had to do.

Angela, who looked in pain, was lying on the cold floor struggling hard.

But the squirming head on the smooth belly makes one's body unable to help but get goosebumps.

"Don't forget what we're here for."

Constantine put out his cigarette butt, swung his windbreaker and walked towards Angela as if he was showing off.

Next, he will set up an exorcism circle with Zatanna to drive Mammon, the son of the devil, out of the world and let him go back to where he belongs.

"help me!"

Angela, who was originally desperate, turned her head with difficulty. When she saw Constantine walking towards her, the woman's eyes burst out with a bright desire to survive.

She doesn't want to die, she wants to live.

Constantine knelt down and looked at the strange human face squirming in his belly.

As if aware of Constantine's gaze, the strange face under the belly fat struggled even more crazily, and one could see the depth of its hatred for Constantine.

"Don't worry, ma'am, as long as you cooperate with us, it will be fine."

Constantine took a rough look at the situation, casually comforted Angela, and stood up again to look at the magic circle in the hall.

Scanning the magic lines on the floor, Constantine quickly figured out that these demons were using an ancient and complicated demon summoning ritual.

But its biggest advantage is that it allows the devil to retain all its strength and come to the world.

"Little tricks."

Constantine spoke an Eastern idiom, and then he looked at Zatanna.

"let's start."

Two outstanding young mages stood on Angela's left and right.

They spread their hands, palms facing up.

The complicated and gorgeous magic arcana outlines beautiful and gorgeous golden lines to wrap Angela.

Constantine and Zatanna recite the exorcism mantra together.

As the word sequence accelerated, the golden lines glowed brightly, and the monster head in Angela's belly also let out a shrill scream.

As for Angela?

As early as the moment when the demon was struggling crazily, he was struck by severe pain and endured to the extreme, causing him to faint.

"demon!"

Constantine's tone became increasingly passionate, "In the name of my father, I want you to retreat."

Before he could finish the word "San", Constantine heard Zatanna's scream on the other side.

"Behind you! Constantine!?"

"behind?"

Constantine turned his head subconsciously.

However, what greeted him was a spearhead that exuded cold light and holy aura.

"Pfft!"

The tip of the spear pierced Constantine's chest, and scarlet blood surged out of the wound like a curtain of water from a broken embankment.

Falling down from the pain, Constantine covered the wound in embarrassment and tried to stop the bleeding.

The black windbreaker was also stained red with blood and looked extremely miserable.

Constantine struggled to hold his eyelids open. The symptoms of excessive blood loss made him dizzy. He stared at the figure that attacked him.

The ugly rotten skin with green pits, and the hair that should be thick is barren of grass.

This is a living demon. He was lucky enough to survive the battle between Gino and Gabriel, and he seized the opportunity.

"Idiot, Constantine!"

Balthazar smiled happily,

"Balthazar!" Constantine wanted to stand up, but his legs seemed to have had their hamstrings removed and he couldn't move.

On the other side, the magic circle was violently destroyed, and Zatanna, who was casting a spell, also received damage backlash.

The girl's face was pale, her legs were trembling, and she couldn't stand still. Her whole body was weak and she just fell to the ground with a "plop" and was unconscious.

This kind of magical backlash can cause extremely profound damage to magicians.

It's like when you are about to reach the finish line in a 1000-meter race and someone comes and punches you hard in the abdomen. It takes time to relax.

"Lord Mammon!"

Balthazar ignored Constantine and the two, and his body swung into a rising black mist that enveloped Angela.

"I will send you to this world right now!"

An ugly demonic arm dripping with pus condensed out of the black mist, and the sharp spearhead suddenly pierced the woman's belly.

The next moment, as Longinus's spear pierced Angela's abdomen, an invisible and terrifying pressure exploded in an instant.

The ultimate evil aura swept through the room between pillows.

Countless blood-red fog filled the air from nowhere around the hall.

"The light flickers."

Constantine struggled to lift the engraved pattern on his right hand to activate magic.

With the help of a faint magic light. He saw a creature with strange proportions and a thin body slowly walking towards this side from the depths of the blood mist.

"Scare, scare, scare~"

A shrill, weird laugh echoed through the hall. The atmosphere of terror makes one's hair stand on end.

"Constantine, I have been looking forward to meeting you for countless days and nights."

"And now, my dream has finally come true."

The blood mist surged, and a pair of thick pale white arms poked out of the thick mist.

The 10 fingers on it are full of strong and sharp green poisonous claws.

A head with a twisted and ferocious face was revealed.

If Gino were here, he would definitely joke about "Voldemort with a nose." Yes, just like the shape of Voldemort, the head of the demon Mammon is not so much a head as a skeleton covered with thin skin. The head, with its eye sockets so sunken that a whole table tennis ball could fit inside, was even more horrifying.

"damn it."

Constantine pursed his lips and stared at the son of the devil slowly walking towards him.

He had already thought of everything he would face next.

As a model worker in the world of exorcism, half of the demons in hell were banished by Constantine himself.

And now, when Mammon kills him, he will also go to hell and endure endless torture.

"No, there must be some way, there must be some way."

Constantine's eyes rolled crazily, and he knew that all he lacked now was time.

Gino is fighting Gabriel. Although he doesn't know that the opponent is so powerful and is taking a more physical exorcism (referring to killing demons with fists and strength) route, Constantine believes that it is only a matter of time before Gino wins.

And what he needs to do is to fight for the time for Jino to come back.

"Just because you want to take me to hell?"

Constantine's lips curved into an angry smile.

He picked up a sharp shard of cement from the ground.

Then give your wrist a light stroke.

Constantine's expression remained unchanged as he watched the blood flow from his wrist.

The demon Mammon also opened its mouth at the same time, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, and pounced on Constantine.

However, it was accompanied by a string of heavenly chanting tones.

A ray of golden light seemed to be falling from high in the sky, and the originally holy singing became deeper.

Everything around him froze in an instant, and a playful voice seemed to sound from the bottom of Constantine's heart: "Hello, John."