The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

Arya actually didn't intend to come to visit directly today.

She really wanted to know how to take the initiative to leave Lingbo Prison, so she asked the little angel, but it doesn't matter if she can't learn teleportation magic, just clear the monsters and go out.

They came here so abruptly, without even making an appointment, and they were not a store open for business, so why should they respond to requests.

— After all, I am not an angel.

The girl shook her head, "Sorry, doctor..."

"It's nothing, but," Stephen's gaze briefly fell on the girl's face, and he quickly moved away, before he said in a deep voice, "You shouldn't be here, ma'am."

"I know," Arya wasn't surprised by his attitude, "I'm just curious—"

"I'm not talking about the temple," Doctor Strange walked up the steps, he didn't stop, but walked straight to the tightly closed door, "You shouldn't be on Earth."

For a moment, Arya wondered if she had heard it wrong: "...wait, what are you referring to?"

The man suddenly turned around, "I know who you are."

"Hundreds of people in my hometown know me, so," the girl folded her arms, "or do you know something they don't?"

The Earth observer looked at her calmly, "I know everything."

"Oh, you know everything, really," the brunette looked at him amusedly, "When is Final Fantasy XV going on sale?"

Doctor Strange: "..."

Arya spread her hands, "Obviously you don't know, it's a pity, because I really want to get this answer."

In fact, the other party has no obvious malice, she can feel this, more similar to the human instinct to avoid danger or resent the unknown, and then reject herself in this way.

"Goodbye, doctor, interesting talk."

The supreme mage looked at the girl's back as she drifted away, and it took him a long time to turn around and enter the door.

In the hall of the temple, another mage king, his partner and friend, was walking down the stairs with a bunch of scrolls in his arms. He caught a glimpse of the guardian and asked strangely: "——Why do you look so bad? ?”

Arya's trip was fruitless. It was easy for the little angel to bring her here, but she had to take the subway back to Queens again. Thinking of this, she really envied those who could teleport back and forth at will up.

She walked through the bustling square of Greenwich Village and spotted a store with a strange sign on the corner.

The lights in the store were dim and seemed to be a bit weirdly red, and the glass walls were covered with stickers, all of which were patterns composed of five-pointed stars, six-pointed stars, large circles and small circles, as well as many complicated letters and celestial bodies. arts--

The girl opened the door and walked into this shop full of occultism. She glanced at the messy props that were probably used to slay demons and demons. There was a blond man smoking a cigarette in front of the counter. The boss seemed to be behind him. Rummaging in the warehouse.

The blond man turned his head when he heard the footsteps, the half-cut cigarette in his mouth was flickering, and the smoke filled and blurred his pale and thin face.

For a moment, Arya thought the other party would say something like "this is not a place for children".

The man didn't say anything, though, just stared at her while smoking a cigarette.

She also stood there with a calm face, obviously preparing to wait for the previous customer's transaction with the boss to end——

The boss came out with a lot of things and spread them out on the counter. While the blonde customer was looking at the items, the boss waved to Arya, "What do you need?"

In a place like New York where good and bad psychics run amok, any normal-looking citizen could be an alien or turn into a monster at any time, especially if they're in their line of work, what? I have seen a lot.

Arya shook the angel's hand-painted magic circle, "Help me deal with these pictures, and two bottles of spray paint."

The boss took the piece of paper and unfolded it, and immediately gasped.

The blond man who smoked and inspected the goods also raised his head, and he recognized the painting full of evil atmosphere with just a glance. The dark power contained in it did not come from the painter, but from the picture itself, "Lingbo Prison Passage, and It's a half-blood demon, why, do you want to go in and find your mother?"

He looked extremely determined.

Aaliyah took out her phone and scanned the other party.

John Constantine, hell detective, quite famous exorcist.

She didn't know this man, but she understood a little bit, but she didn't bother to explain, and simply pretended what he said was true, "What does it have to do with you, exorcist."

Facing the tit-for-tat confrontation between the exorcist and the half-blood demon, the boss was very calm, "One thousand dollars."

"……Really expensive."

Constantine pressed the remaining cigarette butt into the ashtray and lit a new one, "You can bargain with him, little devil."

The boss immediately glared at him.

The blond shrugged nonchalantly.

Alia: "Thank you, how about eight hundred."

"...You should say three hundred."

The exorcist left before the boss could reach for his pistol.

In fact, from some movies and games, you can see a similar way of using the magic circle. Spread the hollowed-out drawings and brush them with spray paint. After uncovering the drawings, the magic circle is printed on the ground like a decent one. Stand on it and read a few words silently The spell can be teleported.

The way to enter Limbo Prison is similar.

Soon, the boss handed her a stack of drawings. Since the border of hell is layered one after another, sometimes you can find a way into the depths, and sometimes you need to walk through the magic circle, so Castiel drew more than one drawing.

The latter went out impatiently, looking for a place to practice sword.

……

The streets of Brooklyn were filled with fog at night, the headlights of cars swept through the white mist, the blond man leaned against the wall of the alley and smoked, one after another, sparks flickered in the fog.

The other person frowned and looked at the photos on the phone. The pictures on the screen were all taken by Louise at the scene of the crime. The hall was turned into a slaughterhouse. After a frantic battle, There is blood everywhere as far as the eye can see, and the props used to summon the ceremony before, such as those vats of blood, were knocked over during the fight and spilled everywhere.

"Are you sure?"

Constantine said while puffing, "I'm sure the ceremony was successful, at least according to the magic circle, but what they summoned may not be the object itself, maybe its family members, in this case it was successful rate is much higher.”

Clark also had a headache, "Then where did the things they summoned go?"

"It's hard to say. After all, the magic circle is incomplete. If some places are not destroyed, there may be some clues." The exorcist pointed to his mobile phone. Most of them are unwilling to stay here unless their master is here, I mean, no matter which one I know, unless the god's true self is also on Earth, but in this case..."

Constantine's face was a little strange, the cigarette between his fingers was still burning, "Where is the person who rescued the sacrifice?"

At the same time, after the road turned a corner, the fog in the depths dispersed, and a shining magic circle with intertwined patterns emerged on the ground, and the nearby space twisted and twitched, just like a piece of drawing paper that was torn by someone. The surrounding scenery rippled like ripples.

This time the journey to the border of hell was relatively long, so the source was far away from the entrance. After one battle after another, Arya didn't feel very tired, and her spirit was still a little excited.

An eagle with pitch-black feathers stood on a high wall and looked down at her. Looking at it from this angle, his lazy and indifferent eyes were full of arrogance, but because of the movement of tilting his head in the next second, his style of painting suddenly changed——

So, both Superman and the exorcist on the other side heard a young female voice from behind the wall, "... dear, do you miss me?"

This was followed by intermittent laughter, occasionally mixed with the sound of fabric tearing, and non-angry-sounding, flirting-like words rather than complaints, even a little hoarse because of shouting——

"No, not now, get off me, there's someone over there! God, are you getting fat, wait, don't—"

"Don't tear my clothes! Damn! This is the fifth one you destroyed!"

Constantine took a breath of cigarette calmly: "...I think we should not bother them."