[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

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"How about a rain of holy water?" Constantine suggested. This Christmas paradise is too large and there are too many ghouls that need to be purified. Come one by one. Constantine can bear the consumption, but he cannot guarantee whether they will First internal riots, killing each other.

"... At least three days and three nights of heavy rain is worse than a direct flood." Beria seriously suggested that the power of light contained in the holy water is really limited, and the progress of penetration by rain is really limited. Their candlelight dinner can't even keep up , It is better to come to a flood to wash away.

Constantine's mouth twitched.

Thinking that the progress was slow, he directly came to the flood. Unexpectedly, when he thought of the great flood in the history of human legends, Constantine couldn't help but sigh, it really was the Seraph who was closest to the throne of God back then.

While the two were talking, those ghouls who were dazzled by hunger began to rush towards the gate. The black flames that formed the high wall really made them fearful, but they were so hungry that it seemed that the internal organs were scrambling to eat each other. The torture prevented them from caring too much, and finally a bold ghoul stretched out his hand.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The ghoul let out a burst of screams. He hugged his palm exuding a burnt smell and wailed in pain. The other ghouls who were barely called companions avoided one after another. After seeing the power of these black flames, they naturally Avoid walls of fire.They had no choice but to withdraw their covetousness towards the two people outside the wall, and they turned to look at the first injured hapless guy.

"he is injured."

"So hungry."

The ghouls were whispering.

"So, let's eat his."

"We can eat him."

The first ghoul jumped up and bit the injured ghoul's arm.

Then the second ghoul, and the third ghoul...

When Charlie Manx was still alive, he could use his absolute power to force these "children" to get along with each other. When he died, the hunger couldn't be dispelled, and they began to eat each other without a teacher. .

"Damn it!" Constantine cursed in a low voice, and with a movement of his finger, the flames of hell rushed towards the chaotic group of ghouls, separating the two sides of the conflict.

After such a short period of time, the ghoul was already covered in blood, but looking at the blood on his mouth full of ferocious expression and the movement of chewing vigorously, one can know that in the short conflict just now, he was not always being beaten. Suppress the bite.

This is just the beginning.

A start that made them realize that they could start killing each other and devouring each other.

As soon as the bad mood rose, Constantine heard a loud "bang", and the group of ghouls whose faces were full of hunger and tyranny were photographed and fell to the ground in various poses, unable to move their bodies .

Constantine was silent for three seconds, then turned his head to look at Beria beside him, and sure enough, he saw him raise his hand falsely, making a gesture of pressing down on the entire Christmas Paradise.

"Don't worry." Beria smiled at Constantine and whispered softly, "Johnny can think slowly."

Constantine: "...OK."

I almost forgot, there was a Lord of Hell standing beside him, the kind whose force value could touch the ceiling.

The king of hell, compatible with the chaos of light and dark.

light and dark...

Konstantin pinched his fingers, and a small black flame appeared on his fingertips.

He looked thoughtfully at the little cluster of black flames.

The so-called hellfire, to put it bluntly, is actually a flame ignited by the power of darkness. The flame burning in the cracks in the cracked earth of hell is the fire of hell, and the flame spewed out by the hell three-headed dog is the fire of hell. It is the fire of hell that they ignite, and it is still the fire of hell that is born from the dark glory of the fallen angels.

They have different colors, different auras, and different powers. The only thing they have in common is the darkness hidden in the depths of the flames.

Belial's hellfire was born in his dark glory, unlike any hellfire Constantine had ever seen, it was undoubtedly dangerous, able to eat away hard metal with ease, leaving no embers Leave a little.But at the same time, it's actually beautiful.

Pure black, like smoke and mist, as thin as gauze, without the rotten breath of the devil, there is only a clear spring flowing under the night, and the breeze gently brushing against the face in the quiet night, just like Beria itself.

Beria once told him that he is different from ordinary angels, his attribute is chaos.

Chaos means beginning and end, light and darkness.

Holding the small cluster of flames, he felt the cool temperature of the flames. He tightened his lips, turned his magic power into a small knife, and carefully pierced into the small cluster of flames.

Beria on the first plate opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Constantine with some surprise.After a while, he smiled slowly, his black eyes were soft.

Ah, how smart his humans are.

The flame that stopped at Constantine's fingertips began to throb violently, as if resisting something, but soon, under the absolute will of the master, this tentative action actually made him obtain a result that surprised even himself Come.

The small cluster of flames was divided into two, a small cluster still stayed on the fingertips, and a small cluster landed in his palm.

The flame staying at the fingertips is still black, like ink, dark and deep, colder and more violent than before.But the small cluster of flames that landed on his palm was pure white in color, the flames were warm but awe-inspiring, like the most dazzling and scorching sun at noon, with a holy radiance that dispelled all the darkness in the world.

"Oh my god." Constantine murmured, he just tried, failure is normal, and success is the kind of earning.But he really succeeded, and the effect was far beyond his imagination.

He actually separated the Holy Flame of Light from Beria's hellfire!

Constantine was stunned, subconsciously looking at Beria.

Does Beria know the special nature of his own hellfire?

But seeing Beria's soft approving eyes and unhesitating admiration: "Johnny, you are a genius."

Case solved.

Beria knows everything.

The corners of Constantine's mouth twitched slightly. Do the fallen angels and demons in hell know that their Lord of Hell is so special?

So what if they know, they can't beat them anyway.

No need to ask Beria, the answer popped out of Constantine's head reflexively.

Konstantin is actually quite familiar with hell, cough.

"Then I will use it." Constantine informed Beria, and with a squeeze of his fingers, he directly pressed the two separated dark flames and light flames back together.His hands were clasped, his spirit was tense, and all the magic power in his body was mobilized.

Tiny cyclones surrounded the exorcist's feet, and the long black windbreaker flapped and flew backwards. Constantine's eyes were closed tightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the excessive force in his hands.

Beria looked at Constantine quietly, with a good look.

Three minutes later, Constantine suddenly opened his eyes. He opened his arms suddenly, and a dazzling white light burst out from his arms. The black flames surrounding the Christmas Paradise turned into pure white flames in an instant. Surrounding it, it suddenly shrinks towards the center of the paradise.

Before the faces of the child ghouls showed fear, the pure white flames had swept across the entire Christmas paradise, including the wandering light clusters of souls above the paradise, which were directly pressed down by the flames and melted into the bodies of those ghouls. , and then collapsed together.

A series of transparent but complete phantoms of children appeared, and then dissipated directly into the air, embarking on a journey unknown to strangers, with only a "thank you" left.

Constantine didn't listen to their thanks, he just stared at the pure white flames.

In the flames, he saw a figure from behind.

A pure white robe covered her slender body, long light golden hair curled down to her ankles, and twelve pure white wings stretched out.He stood in the pure white bright flame, holding a long silver sword in his hand.

Is that... Beria?

Once Beria?

Suddenly there was a warm and gentle touch on his face.

"Johnny, are you okay?"

Constantine blinked his eyes and came back to his senses.He looked at Beria who raised his hand to caress his face, light blonde hair.The current black is also very nice, the two of them are the same.

Thinking of this, Constantine stopped looking at the Christmas Paradise where the flames were burning. He raised his hands and held Beria's face.He focused on looking at his angel, from the brow bone to the straight bridge of the nose, from the bright red lips to his pure black eyes, the appearance of this king of hell is too beautiful.

Adhering to the idea of ​​picking bones in the egg, Constantine thought critically, how much trouble this face would bring him in his later life.

However, who told him to like him.

Thinking in this way, Constantine rubbed his face vigorously under the dull gaze of the Lord of Hell.Then he leaned over and kissed his Lord of Hell.

"I don't want to eat dinner."

Between lips and teeth, Beria heard Constantine mumbling childishly.

No, it's not good for your health!

...Wait, if Johnny really doesn't want to eat, he doesn't need to eat if he uses energy to supplement his body's needs.

Beria struggled for half a second, and decisively grabbed Constantine's waist.

Decided.

Johnny's dinner today is Belial energy.

***

Damian Wayne, who was in Wayne Manor at this time, didn't know that he was robbed by monsters. Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't be so angry.

Under the disapproving gaze of Batman Bruce Wayne, the loving smile of the butler Alfred, the unbelievable stare of the dead fish eyes of the second generation of Robin, and the great magician Zatanna Zatar In La's lively eyes, the future Batman (self-proclaimed) Damian sat on the bed with a stubborn face. The well-fitting clothes could not soothe a shrunken Wayne's injured heart, and it was his last stubbornness to stick his neck and refuse to admit his mistake.

Batman's disapproving gaze was actually a self-criticism. Although he was his own son, he really believed Damian's lies, thinking that he was really a 13-year-old cub, and this was his negligence.As for Damian's appearance is indeed that age, and his performance is also very mature, all this confuses Batman's judgment, sorry, Batman doesn't look at this.

Jason Todd looked at the green-eyed dumpling in front of him, feeling a little dazed.

God, in these two days of getting along, he really thought that Bruce's own son was that big, and because he had trained with Damian for two days, he was convinced of his abilities, and he tended to regard him as his brother.

But now, the cruel reality told him that there had never been a brother Damian, and there was only a little kid, the kind who was only six years old.

Twelve-year-old Jason Todd doubts life.

Perhaps, he is not suitable to compete for Robin's position?

Given that he's no match for Bruce's six-year-old son...

No.

He can't admit defeat!

As Damian said before, he started training as soon as he learned to walk. He has never slack off for a day to achieve his strength today. His training has just begun, so he can't just bow his head like this!

"I won't give up!" Jason clenched his fists. With his blue eyes, he took a hard look at Damian, who had a tender face, and was not at all attracted by the other party. Yes, that's right, not at all.

"Robin is mine!"

After saying this, Jason turned his head and rushed out of the room.

Train, must train!

Damian: "...Tt, Todd."

Alfred put the hot milk on Damian's bedside, and said softly, "Master Damian, a cup of milk before going to bed. You should go to bed at this time."

Damian: "Pennyworth, don't take me for a little..." kid.

Before he finished speaking, Damian's cheek hurt slightly, it turned out that Zatana shot.

The magician stretched out his hand, squeezed two fingers, and pinched one side of Damian's face precisely. Then, when Damian was about to fight back, his body flashed back to where he was standing before, and he made a serious comment: " It's so soft, it's like seeing Bruce when he was a child, so cute."

"Zatara!!!"

Bruce Wayne turned around.

This action made the fierce expression on Damian's face stagnate.

"Stay at home." Batman didn't forget that this kid has been persistently wanting to participate in the night patrol activities for the past two days, and he couldn't stop him. At the age of 13, Bruce, who believed in the methods of the League of Assassins, was not so worried.After changing to six years old, sorry, please stay at home honestly.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

With that, Bruce left the room.

Time to go on night patrol.

At three o'clock in the morning, the night patrol ended, and Bruce Wayne exchanged information over the past half a month with Zatanna Zatara, who had returned from another world, in the Batcave.

This troublesome thing appeared in late October.

Batman couldn't help but feel bad when he thought that it would be Halloween in three days, with "demons dancing wildly" in the streets, and how many dangerous people would take advantage of the special nature of this festival to cause trouble.

At Christmas time, Gotham troublemakers can still be honest and give Christmas a face.When it was Halloween's turn, they wished they could have a carnival in the whole city, as if they would be sorry for that festival if they didn't make trouble.

"John's counterpart in another world?" Zatanna's mouth twitched. She had only guessed a little before. After Batman gave the stone hammer, she couldn't help sighing, and said, "This is the scariest joke of the year." After a while, she said in a slightly dignified tone, "Bailey Yar, this person, do you see anything?"

What she couldn't help but was easily deciphered by the other party. With this power alone, there were not many in the other world.Zatana will give Zatara's token and is willing to be their guide to the world, not because they are the people Batman found, but because she is far from the opponent of the black-haired man.

Under absolute power, as long as the principle is not too involved, no magician is willing to provoke disputes.

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Constantine: The holy fire of light can be separated from the fire of hell in your house, holyshit, do the demons in hell know it, do the angels in heaven know it, does the Holy See know it? !

Beria: "Our family", the answer is I don't know.However, even if they knew...

Konstantin: They can't do anything to you, can they?

Beria: Honey, you are so smart~~

Constantine: Huh→_→

***

Wake up, now Lucifer is hostile to heaven, transforming into an angel of light is tantamount to betraying Lucifer in Beria’s own eyes, how could he do this→_→Constantine separated the holy flame of light by himself, this is another matter don't talk about hhh

Let me show you the back~