Eventually, carrying another wooden box, Cyber walked out of the mess of the midnight bar.

Midnight Daddy's face ached ** The scroll in his hand, the demon hunting gun is one of the best in all his collections, from hundreds of years ago, it is constantly infiltrated by the soul of the demon, so that the gun has grown to a terrifying point, up to the pure-blood angel, down to the purgatory demon, there is nothing it can't hurt.

But no matter how powerful the Demon Hunting Gun is, it also needs to be judged from the user's level, and it is almost a dead thing.

"And this baby..."

The black man with a full face picked up the scroll in his hand, his eyes full of fascination, "It's the future... It's everything!"

He only needs to find a suitable soul, or modify his soul slightly, he can have the power to make all evil spirits fearful, this kind of scroll written by Mephisto himself, with the devil's real name is a real high-end product, it does not need to be exerted by the Great Demon King himself, only need to sign, the power from the mad spirit of revenge and hellfire will be actively awakened.

And best of all, the entire dark wizarding world now knows that Mephisto is locked up... At least 100 years! Not everyone's soul is as special as Cyber and can carry the full power of the Great Demon King, similar to a person like Midnight, who also has enough methods to protect his soul from being invaded and devoured by the Demon King.

Yes, it only takes a little, "technical" touch.

In short, the deal is quite fair, really speaking, Midnight is a small profit, yes, this seems to Midnight to be just a deal, it is an exchange of the Ghost Knight contract and the Demon Hunting Lance, as for Constantine's position, it is completely a side benefit.

"That crumb... Hehe. ”

Midnight rubbed his chin and crushed the voodoo insignia in his hand, 10 voodoo stitches with stiff bodies, wearing special armor, and a miserable white face appeared in the bar, cleaning the surrounding ground under his command, and he sat very comfortably on the chair, with a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth,

"Good luck, Konstantin, my miscellaneous friend. ”

On the other side, the sneaky Konstantin, dressed in a long gray trench coat and hood, was curled up, half-kneeling behind a dark, chaotic basement, and beside him, dozens of similarly dressed people, on their knees chanting.

If I read it carefully, it was neither a Buddhist scripture nor a prayer of Christ, and if I listened carefully, I heard some noisy and obsessive sounds, and it was a consecration in praise of a dark space evil god named Dormammu, and I don't know which street writer I was looking for to write it, not only is it awkward, but in many places, there are serious loopholes.

Especially in the eyes of a "professional" like Constantine, such prayers are meaningless and impossible to connect with the dark god Dormammu, but that's why he's here.

"I say, Konstantin, are you sure it's okay to stay here?"

Chas Chandler, who also wore a gray hood and wrapped his chubby body in a robe, looked at the scene in front of him with horror, this veteran taxi driver always felt that he was being cheated by his old friend, this scene is not normal no matter how you look at it.

"Shh

Konstantin, who pretended to chant sutras and was actually secretly smoking, turned his head and gestured his finger to his only best friend, and lowered his voice,

"Don't be stupid, Chandler, there's definitely something wrong here, but don't worry about that, Dormammu is coming, and all of New York will be destroyed, only here is safe... We'll stay here until the disaster is over and then we'll go out. ”

He patted his timid friend on the shoulder,

"Pretend to be a cultist... You see? It's just a disguise! It doesn't conflict with your beliefs. ”

"But, but that Dormammu..."

Chandler, a sincere Catholic, was uncomfortable staying here, and he said with some resistance, "I don't think a god will protect my soul, we have believed in God, or shall we go to St. John's Church?"

"Don't go there! I didn't tell you, you can go to any church, not St. John's Church!"

Konstantin threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, "There is something in the church of St. John that does not belong to this world! You idiot, I am saving you, you are just an ordinary person, don't have anything to do with them!"

While the two of them were talking, the long, boring prayer finally came to an end, and the "priest" standing on the high platform, dressed in a strange black robe, holding a white bone staff in his hand, spread his hands and shouted like a madman,

"O Dormammu, the Most High God who controls darkness and time, give us your endless time, and give it to your sincere believers, and we pray with our souls, flesh and blood, and offer our will to you, and ask you to come to this unclean world, and purify the world with darkness, and those who do not believe in you will fall into darkness, and those who believe in you will have eternal life!"

"Praise be to you, great Dormammu!"

He looked up, the hood slipped slightly, Konstantin's eyes widened at this moment, he saw the dark, dry skin around the priest's eyes, he turned his head and cursed,

"Damn, this is a true believer! Blessed with the power of Dormammu... Oops, things are a little in trouble. ”

"What's going on?"

Chandler, who looked frightened, couldn't help but tighten his gray hood, as if it would bring him a hint of warmth, and he looked nervously at his old friend, he knew that Konstantin had something strange about himself, and that he was a master of the occult.

"Nothing... It might be a little bad for me. ”

He shoved a golden coin into Chandler's hand and accentuated his tone, "Hold it tight when you go to the baptism! It will protect your soul from the evil gods, hell, Dormammu looks like he's going to play for real." ”

"Come, believers, let's welcome two new friends!"

The crazed priest pointed his cane at Konstantin and Chandler, who were cowering behind, and the faithful made way for the two "new friends" in front of him, and in front of the priest lay a wooden basin, but instead of holy water, it was a black, slimy, disgusting liquid.

"Come, come and receive the blessing of the great god Dormammu!"

The sound fell to the ears of Konstantin and Chandler like a spell, and most importantly, surrounded by dozens of Protestants, they couldn't run.

The self-proclaimed detective of hell has a knack for dealing with devils and ghosts, but in the face of these real physical threats, he can do a lot less.

Under the gaze of those dozens of pairs of eyes, two walked towards the blessed platform with stiff steps, the dark-eyed priest's fingers had been placed in the basin of disgusting things, as if ready to baptize them, he looked at the hesitant Constantine and the frightened Chandler, with a playful smile on his face, and whispered,

"Don't be nervous, after the baptism is inflicted, we will be true brothers, we will bathe in the dark glory of Dormammu, come, give our souls to Dormammu!"

Chandler could no longer hold back the fear in his heart, he grabbed Konstantin's arm, and was about to pull his old friend to rush to the door behind him, but was surrounded by a group of cultists and pressed his body, Konstantin's body stood stiffly in place, his left hand had reached into his pocket, and when he took it out again, his hand had already covered a finger tiger engraved with the text of the gods.

"Let him go!"

The guy shouted, and the priest gave him a disdainful look, "Okay... As long as you give your soul, Konstantin, do you think you can hide from my lord? rejoice, the great He needs you to serve him now!"

"Give your soul and become one of us!Konstantin, or watch your brother die!"

"No, don't, John, run, leave me alone!"

Chandler is a really good old man at heart, even in this case, he wants his old friends to leave, they grew up together, Chandler has a cowardly personality, every time Konstantin stands up for him, even if he is an adult, he does not have too many friends, his status is low, and he has a hard time, but Konstantin has never changed his friendship with him.

That's enough for Chandler to put life and death out of the way at such a moment.

"Let's go, John, get out, leave me alone!"

Chandler's roar made Konstantin struggle even more, because he was notorious because of his character and way of doing things, but Chandler didn't care about that, even if he risked being hurt, he had to help him with his own stupid means.

Konstantin really wanted to help his old friend avoid the impending disaster this time, but unexpectedly, his usual bad luck broke out again and fell into this difficult situation.

His hesitation didn't last long, though.

"Bang"

The large iron door of this dimly lit meeting place was kicked out of place by a terrible force, roaring and smashing on the cultists behind them, killing 5 or 6 of them on the spot, injuring a bunch of people, screaming and smelling of blood, turning the already chaotic basement into a hellish slaughterhouse in an instant.

The rest of the people looked behind them, and Konstantin and Chandler did the same, and they saw a tall figure carrying two wooden boxes on his back walk from the dark staircase into the gathering of the evil gods in the dust.

He wore a silver twisted ghostface, and the eyes under that armor shone with a dark red glow, like flames.

Konstantin's body shook violently, and subconsciously wanted to run away, Cyber's left hand reached behind his back, grasped a cold thing, pulled it out, didn't look at it, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang"

Golden flames flew, made of holy silver, and bullets engraved with sacred runes flew out of the strange muzzle, streaked a silver-white trajectory in the darkness, and hit Konstantin with precision... The unlucky ghosts around me.

Seeing that most of the guy's skull was blown away in this shot, the warm blood splashed Konstantin's face, and fixed the footsteps of the hellish detective's escape in place, and then he heard the hoarse and low voice,

"Just standing there... If you dare to run, you will break your legs!"

"Hehe..."

Konstantin touched the blood on his face, his teeth chattering up and down, he was the only one present who knew how terrifying this guy was in front of him, and he would rather face Dormammu than face Cyber Hawke walking towards him.

Dormammu only wants his soul, while Cyber... If you don't get it right, you'll take his life.

Cyber carried a strange spear in his hand, the whole looked like an old-fashioned smoothbore gun, but in front of the muzzle, it was made in the shape of a cross, the whole was like a piece of gold art, but on the cross and the body of the gun, there were words similar to the Gospels, which was the Demon Hunting Gun.

It is said that it appeared 300 years ago, and every owner will die mysteriously, wrapped in a terrible curse, but the lethality of mysterious creatures is amazing, and the body of the gun is cold, it is said that this is the curse of the evil spirits and angels who died under this gun, and the gun as a whole has a sense of slaughter lingering, and when it is held in the hands of Cyber, the cold murderous aura is simply rushing to the face.

Chandler looked at Cyber with a look of fear, in just a few seconds, at least 7 people died in his hands, but looking at the figure that was getting closer and closer, the fear in the heart of this timid ordinary person became less and less, at least compared with the cultists around him, the image of Cyber was much more positive.

"Kill him! Kill this bastard who dares to defy Dormammu's will!"

The priest seemed to have just woken up from the killing, he screamed wildly, and the cultists around him also rushed towards Cyber, but the next moment, the eyes turned to look at the first fierce man who pounced on him, and one second later, the whole man was like a lit pillar of fire, standing in place, wailing in pain, the fire of hell ignited his sinful soul, and the flames from the inside out rushed out in an explosive manner, roasting his flesh and blood in an instant.

This scene frightened everyone, they were just ordinary people, when had they ever seen such a scene,

"Wow"

Another wooden box smashed on the ground, and Cyber's voice resounded,

"10 seconds, no one waits, get out!"