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"It's amazing, you can get Xiwen to forgive you, goblin. "A woman who doesn't have to look, just by hearing, she can feel the coldness.

Fleur bit her pale lip as she plucked up her courage and looked at the people who had come out of the palace.

"Sister Alice. Long time no see. ”

Although Alice is dressed in a cute baroque style, the stern aura makes Fleur feel full of oppression.

And a certain Xiwen didn't know anything about what was happening here, after all, unless it was an emergency, he wouldn't use his mental power to monitor everything all the time.

"Dude, how did Legba get away?" Lucifer shouted in the convertible with deafening music on.

Siwen said, "Who do you ask me, who do I ask?" ”

"It's a troublesome ability, we can't investigate it one by one. ”

"Yes, I prefer Mephisto's kind of conspiracy to engage in yarn than with him, and don't coax it. ”

By the time the sports car stopped in the black ghetto, it was already full of corpses.

Xiwen and Lucifer's faces were solemn, and one of the two of them cut his wings by himself, and his strength was greatly reduced.

Xiwen can't use his power at will, because the more power he leaks, the more difficult it will be to defend against the Misty Mori River after the outbreak of war.

"Professor......" Sivin looked at the unconscious Dumbledore and Snape who had fallen to the ground with tears in their eyes, it was terrible.

Although Legba is only a god of a small sect, he is a god after all, and his power is not something that mortals can resist.

A wave of great moves has exiled everyone to the Void Plane, and they have fallen into their most painful memories.

If they can't break free from this illusion on their own within time, their souls will fall into hell forever.

What a hassle. A low, hoarse voice sounded in his ears, how could anyone resist this impact?

A sharp brother with a scruffy beard, wearing an open trench coat and smoking a cigarette looked at them with eyes full of vicissitudes and decadence. In that look, I saw the uninhibited, the indifferent, and the eye feces......

"Wow~ What a coincidence, isn't this Konstantin who sold himself three times?"

Lucifer recognized the man, a grey animal banished by both heaven and hell, the exorcist Constantine.

"The smell of hell, are you Lucifer, and where are your wings?" said Lao Kang when he came up and uncovered the scars of others.

Xiwen stopped the unnourishing conversation, "Constantine, you and Lucifer contain Legba and figure out how to seal him, and I'll go to the Void Plane to see how to get these people back." ”

Lucifer held out a finger, "It's decided, come back and do me a favor as a deal with the devil." ”

Sivin said that none of the two guys had peace of mind.

Regba had already noticed the three new people who had appeared, and he had failed to lead them into a nightmare.

Normally, he has to use the power of contract to drag people into hell.

Now under the siege, he forcibly used his divine power to forcibly drag these people into the illusion, which was still not a small damage to him, especially since there were a few guys with strong mental power among these enemies.

"Thunder Run, you can actually run out of hell, tsk, do you have a way to deal with him?" Lucifer asked Constantine, who had nothing left but dragging.

"Luckily, it's easier than dealing with you and Mephisto. "Constantine's trench coat is like a four-dimensional magic chest, what a mess of the holy Shroud of Christ, the holy spear of Christ stabbing to death, the holy tears of Christ, the holy circumcision of Christ, ahem, anyway, a bunch of strange things with divine attributes made Lucifer feel curious.

At this time, Lao Kang's psychology was broken, and he was so idle that he didn't stir up trouble with the rich second generation, and came to inquire about the ghost's death. This is a god, and he accidentally put himself on it. Although he has pit Mephisto many times in hell, it is because he has been restricted by a contract when Mephisto is restricted, and he has pit Mephisto through a contract.

Forget it, let's just return the favor of that bastard guy. He looked at the sleeping Siwen who was already lying in the barrier, shook his head and focused his attention on the hateful Legba. Although he has a specialty in suppressing evil, he has to take it seriously.

At this time, Xiwen didn't know how far it had progressed, and he didn't know that a certain cute girl was struggling to support herself under the obscenity of Alice's sister. He's already in hell -

Hawkers, after all, it's Lucifer's lair, and it's different from the hell of the eastern powers. There is no little ghost picking his nose and gouging out his eyes and intestines, and there is no burning oil. On the rocky and narrow path, Siwen walked forward against the gale of hell. There was a blur in the field of vision.

If hell were to be described as a metaphor, the dark apartments or inns might be more appropriate, with closed doors lining the narrow paths, with the occasional glimmer of light or screaming and wailing.

Siwen followed the route that the mana fluctuations pointed out on the ground, and he didn't have that much time to check from room to room.

Each room is the most torturous scene for the person concerned, and it can be said that it is a hell hidden in the deepest part of the person's soul.

For example, in this room next to him, Artoria Pandragon (pseudo), Siwen took a deep breath, although it was just an illusion, not the flawless Lily he once was, but it was better to take a look.

Sure enough, it was two young men and women who were fighting for some reason, and the blonde girl was crying. The coercion of hell made her have to follow the setting of hell, and she pulled out her sword in the stone behind the man's back, and slashed the man's arm fiercely, and the sword in the stone shattered in response.

The scene changed, her beautiful blonde hair was stained with blood, her cape was scattered with a sword to support herself, and the thick mountains on the ground were her former friends, her relatives, and her comrades. The eyes obscured by the hair are left with only numbness, no hope, no reincarnation of salvation.

It's miserable. Xiwen was not interested in comforting her, this is just a projection of another timeline, or my Lily is good, and she is light and easy to push down. Ahem, it's time to get down to business. He closed the door and continued looking.

Well, let's find Dumbledore, Snape, and the headmistress of Fleur.