In the middle of the night.

Mark did gasp when he saw John Constantine.

Boy.

Is this a human being?

Mark couldn't help frowning, looking at Konstantin, who was obviously in a trance, and whispered to the wheat next to him: "We still need him to open the door to the underworld, but we don't want you to kill him." ”

Maizi still smiled and said, "I was already satisfied the fourth time, and he had to serve me." ”

Mark's face darkened.

Wait on?

Are you sure you used the wrong word?

Looking at the other side of him, Detective Mark, who looked like he was paralyzed in his seat, shook his head.

Let Konstantin communicate with the underworld in such a state?

Can you communicate successfully?

Mark was skeptical.

Half an hour later.

Inside the woods less than ten kilometers from the town.

Konstantin, who was wearing a small red tie, looked up at Mark from his homework and said, "Okay, the pentagram that communicates with the gate of the underworld." ”

Mark was silent.

This is no longer something that can be described by the word humiliation alone.

This is Chi Guoguo's stepping on his face.

Even his exclusive pentagram was used directly.

Even if a Lucifer Mark appeared out of nowhere, he couldn't feel the slightest surprise.

There was a pause.

Mark glanced at Konstantin and said: "Let's start, when I finish cleaning up the impostors here, I will meet your requirements, life and death are the greatest laws, what qualifications does a winged birdman have to override the Hades, and you are still known as the Empty Hell." ”

The wheat next to him wanted to speak and stopped.

After all.

The sentence of scolding the winged birdman seems to have scolded someone himself.

Konstantin did not speak.

The myth of this world is like this, what can he do?

Mark didn't bother to say anything more.

Directly took the wheat back a few steps to leave Konstantin room to play.

Subsequently.

Konstantin acted as if he was acting in front of Mark and Maizi.

Mark looked at the play.

The wheat is a sight to behold.

Half ringing.

Bang!

The five-pointed star circle lit with candles in the corner lit up suddenly.

A demon with horns and many barbed tails appeared in the Pentagram.

Behind the demon is the dark gate that looms presence.

The demon looked at Konstantin in his sight, stretched his body, and said with no one in his eyes: "Ah, Konstan......"

The demon dagger in Maizi's hand flashed coldly.

Poof.

The demon's head, which appeared in a sleek style, rolled at Konstantin's feet.

Mark smiled lightly.

The figure swept by, and in an instant, it took Mai Zihe and blasted into the gate of the underworld that seemed to be aware of something that was closing quickly.

Boom!

The figures of Mark and Maizi disappeared suddenly.

The pentagram law also dimmed.

Konstantin stared at the demon that had turned into a black mist at his feet.

Half a second.

Konstantin took out a cigarette from his bosom, lit it for himself, and said in a classic and charming London accent: "Sorry card, your debt...... No, it's your underworld debt, and I'm afraid I'll never have to pay it back. ”

After speaking.

Konstantin spat out a puff of smoke and looked up at the shade of the trees.

What does it taste like in your heart?

It's subtle.

There has never been a heaven but the underworld?

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Konstantin's mouth.

He knew it.

How can there be dark-skinned angels in heaven.

Typical counterfeits.

Think about it.

Konstantin tore off a cross from his bosom, threw it into the grass without looking at it, and walked out of the woods.

I can't stay here, go to Star City, it's time to ask an old friend to help introduce a job.

Konstantin thought to himself.

What the?

Exorcism?

Stop it.

Heaven and the underworld here are about to explode, and exorcism? Brain show funny?

Sudden Sudden Rush!

Konstantin drove the car towards the location of Star City without looking back.

……

Bang.

Mark looked up at the rotten sky above him and the ashes that filled the air, and his mood was not beautiful.

"If you want to counterfeit, you can imitate it really, when did I make the import and export so stingy in the underworld? Is this three feet two wide? ”

Mark complained inwardly.

When his eyes fell on the locked wooden door, he didn't even feel in the mood to complain.

Let's put it this way.

The underworld here and the underworld in Mark's memory are completely the difference between heaven and earth and country mud houses.

It's not that the place where the detention is held is wrong.

But......

The demons themselves are a native product of the underworld, why do you have nothing to do with them in a prison?

Is your brain pumping?

Mark waved his hand away the endless ashes that wanted to corrupt him, frowning, "Take it back...... The first thing the angel wings did was to summon me my army of fallen angels, and I wanted to see if I was the son of the Lord here, Lucifer. ”

When I thought of this, Mark was even more angry.

Old Louis and Angelista are not the same.

Mark didn't have a crush on old Louis though.

But Mother Angelis, this is different.

At least.

Angelis gave him a motherly love that was not found in the world of origin.

So Mark recognized Angelis.

But here is the Lord, who orchestrates himself?

Hehe.

It doesn't matter if he choreographs it, but dare to choreograph it even with Angelis?

Mark wants the Lord here to become his own urinal.

Bang!

A flash of black light.

All of them loomed over Mark's body.

The black light of the Hades Palace above the Divine Sea shines brightly.

Even the ninth sister who was picking apples on a planet in her pocket universe stopped her movements and blinked.

Half ringing.

Mark's face darkened.

Boy.

Is this playing hide and seek with yourself?

While outside, Mark sensed that his angel wings were in the underworld.

Wait until he reaches the underworld.

His angelic wings had gone outside.

It's naughty.

Roar!

Rise!

Rumble!

At the moment when Mark unleashed his momentum, the ugly creature of the humble underworld let out its own roar and rushed towards Mark wildly.

Looking at the billowing smoke and dust in the distance, it was exactly like pouring out of the nest.

"Wheat." Mark didn't blink his eyes, and said lightly towards the wheat, "It's all gone." ”

This ugly and old-fashioned demon is simply discrediting his underworld.

From the beginning, the average bottom line of the appearance level of the creatures in the underworld was around seventy.

The man is handsome.

Feminine charming.

Which of the demons who went out to the various subordinate planets of the underworld didn't dress up first.

These ugly demons in front of them only deserve to be recreated.

Mark gave the order.

The wheat then moved.

In a flash.

The wheat was as if it had been drowned in the billowing smoke and dust.

It's just that?

Do Demon Sea tactics work for an orthodox CEO of the Underworld?

Half ringing.

Mark crossed the mountain of corpses made of demons, looked at Maizi standing on the top and licking the demon dagger, and said with a smile, "This is my CEO." ”

Maizi withdrew the dagger and said, "Your wings are not here. ”

"I know."

Mark put his hands in his pockets and looked at one place and said, "These wings are fine, and I'm thinking about whether to braise or fry or ...... Steamed! ”

Maizi: "......"