"So, Constantine, can you give me the St. Van Gonza Covenant on you?"

The witch demon kept his head turned, and his tone was strange and inexplicable, but it was definitely not polite.

A pair of godless eyes locked on Konstantin in the crowd.

"Come on, Witchheart, your demagogic tactics are of little use to me."

Konstantin walked over to Steve and stood face to face with the Witchheart. One hand is still tucked into the pocket of the trench coat.

He had never been afraid of demons.

Besides, even Mephisto didn't care much, so how could he care about a witch demon?

"Then you're going to wait until I drain your soul before you torture you?"

The witch demon directly stretched out his hand, his body trembled, as if the movie had been edited, and suddenly moved, and the miserable white hand pressed lightly on Konstantin's chest.

A rotten force began to spread in Konstantin's body, and in the blink of an eye, his face became pale, even more ugly than when he had not yet recovered from lung cancer.

Then Konstantin pulled out his hand in his pocket!

The shroud was wrapped around his fist, and as the lighter in his palm was hit, a burst of fire on the shroud suddenly lit up like ignited gasoline.

The biblically engraved Knuckle Tiger smashed into the Witchman's face with sacred flames.

Then Konstantin turned around and drilled, and hid behind Steve.

The moment the Witchheart Demon was attacked, the bullets of those vampire soldiers returned to their state and crackled on the Witchheart Demon's body.

It's like a bullet hitting a broken sack.

"You're in a position to negotiate terms with me right away, but it's not enough right now."

Konstantin raised his hand wrapped around the shroud in the air, and the light of the flame above spread into the distance.

Smoke began to rise from the vampire soldiers' bodies.

Patches of bubbles directly erupted from the Witch Heart Demon who was facing the Holy Flame, and then a sharp roar erupted from his mouth.

"It's time for us to withdraw, this little flame won't last long."

Konstantin spat the cigarette butt in his mouth on the ground, and his free other hand grabbed John Wicker by the collar and walked back.

Among those present, John Wicker was Konstantin's first teammate, and if it was necessary to sacrifice, his soul was also the last bargaining chip.

Behind at least one killer, there won't be any difficult organization to jump out to seek revenge, right?

"Demons!"

Just when everyone was about to start retreating according to the advice of Konstantin, an occult expert, the Hellboy finally arrived!

The huge size of the passage is tightly blocked, which is not very spacious.

Two disc-like horns rubbed against the ceiling, and the revolver in his hand was really scary to look at.

I saw that the huge revolver was pointed directly at the wind demon who was escaping in the light of the holy flame.

A gunshot rang out, and the Wind Demon was completely finished.

Even if he could blend into the air, it couldn't change his demonic nature.

Hellboy's bullets have always been specially made, and they can't wait to do it again as long as it can work on those monsters.

"Wow, I thought he was just a legend like you."

After Constantine glanced at Hellboy, he immediately let go of his grip on John Wick's collar, turned around and rushed in the direction of the Witch Demon, shouting at Steve by the way.

Then the fist wrapped in the Holy Flame slammed into the Witch Heart's face, slapping the handsome face like the surface of the moon.

When the knuckle tiger slashed across the witch demon's cheek, the glow of the fire shone brightly.

"Hellboy, come and clean up this guy, he's the big one!"

Konstantin shouted this voice, and the shroud on his hand burned completely.

Hawkeye, under the actions of Constantine, had to attack the Witchheart Demon together.

No matter how you look at it, Konstantin's performance is at least from the standpoint of humanity.

Although Konstantin said that he was very awesome, his choice was always extremely sincere, and after giving the witch demon a hard blow, he hid back behind Steve.

Steve hadn't been awake for a long time, and he didn't have time to learn about the new legends.

But Coulson: They did know the big red guy.

Just as Captain America's deeds always appear in the newspapers, the legend of Hellboy is also spread among the crowd.

"What the hell is going on this mission? First vampire soldiers, then demons, then hellboys, will there be some flaming skulls or something like that!? ”

Melinda took the firearm in her hand and shot at the Witch Demon continuously, cursing and swearing non-stop.

The mission was much more difficult than she had imagined.

"I guess you should look over there......"

Coulson pointed his gun at the entrance to the base, and a burst of fire lit it up behind Hellboy.

On the forehead, which was originally quite high in the hairline, the fine beads of sweat were reflecting.

"Ma'am, I think you might have the gift of a psychic."

Konstantin stopped running away and slowly pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.

"Mephisto's knight, we've been really unlucky on this trip."

He had been very comfortable with calculating Carter Sleigh before, but he couldn't do anything about it when he was unprepared to face that knight alone.

After all, knights never talk about conditions, and his Constantine soul is the best fuel for the flames of hell to burn.

Hawkeye's hand holding the knife was a little whitish, which was a natural sign of too much force.

He didn't know why, as soon as these weird things appeared, they appeared in a bunch, making him want to question that Konstantin couldn't do it.

Or rather, all his doubts turned into mouths and slapped in his face.

"You guys! Guilty! ”

Although I don't know how the skeleton without vocal cords speaks, these words brought great pressure to everyone present.

The fear that acted on the soul made Konstantin shiver uncomfortably.

The spirit of vengeance, or evil in the eyes of the Ghost Rider, is not at all the same thing as the human mind.

As long as he wants, every human being is guilty, and the difference is only a matter of more and less.

And the purpose of the spirit of vengeance is to burn all evil until even it burns itself.

Chains burning with strange flames fell from Ghost Rider's body to the ground, like a living serpent with its head cocked.

Then the large revolver in the hand of the Hellboy shot directly, knocking the Ghost Rider to the ground.

"Hell, what is this?"

Hellboy sensed threatened, so he chose to strike first.