The two walked out of No. 93 Diagon Alley and walked in the dark alley.

Konstantin shook off the ash and asked nonchalantly, "Nervous?" Brat? ”

"Nervous? No, I'm calm. ”

Harry stealthily touched the wand in his trouser pocket and replied calmly, "Also, please don't call me 'boy', Mr. Constantine. ”

Konstantin pursed his lips noncommittally, looked at the young colleague who was newly assigned to him, and said casually: "Okay then, Savior Potter, let me change the question, have you ever killed someone?" ”

"Does this have anything to do with our mission?"

"Absolutely." Konstantin smiled and said, "You see, I like to act alone, because anyone who goes on an adventure with me will die nine times out of ten, either by the evil mage, or by the heart of the trap and arrows, or the soul is dragged away and tortured by the demons of hell."

However, I am now working for Mr. Leon, and I can no longer treat my companion as a one-time consumable, and the death is unknown.

So I have to know something about you, at least to make it clear to me that you're not the kind of Mother who would put me in danger because of her soft-heartedness at a critical time - a possibility that extends to a future where I have to kill you. ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Konstantin, this possibility does not exist."

Harry Potter said calmly, "I don't mind getting my hands bloody, if I had to." ”

"It's not enough."

Konstantin grinned, "You see, the order that Mr. Leon gave us was to start a revolution that swept through London, do you know what that means?"

Just like the tea dumped in Boston Bay in 1773 and the gunfire in Sarajevo in 1914, we acted as the fuse and ignited the barrel of dynamite in London.

The collision of ideals and lies, the struggle between justice and morality and the inherent rule of law, the interweaving of death and blood, the dance of chaos and disorder, our actions will incite the people of London, many will die, and the lives of these innocent people will be counted on your head.

Can you handle it? Can you stick to your original intention? ”

"I can."

"Lying." Konstantin shook his head, "Tell me, how old are you now?" 17？ 18？

What we have to do is not to invite guests to dinner, not to paint and embroider, but to make a naked, bloody and violent revolution.

I'm ready to open the killing ring, you better be mentally prepared, kid. ”

The cigarette light went out here, the topic ended, and the two walked out of the alley and parted ways.

They have their own battlefields.

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On a cold and rainy night, Konstantin walked on the countryside trails on the outskirts of the city.

The lonely rain hit the yarke, the hem of the robe was whipped by the windbrush, and the chill penetrated through the cuffs, causing Konstantin to tighten the sleeves.

At the end of the road, the silhouette of an English manor looms, and more than a dozen luxury sports cars are looming on the curved gravel road.

Banquets were being held there, limited to the top elite of England.

Konstantin didn't drive a luxury sports car and was wearing a strange costume, so as soon as his boots stepped on the lawn, a security guard in a suit and leather shoes with a big waist approached.

"Sir, please show me your invitation."

The security officer said, his palm pressed against the baton on his waist.

"Invitations? Uh, let me think, I should have put it here...."

Konstantin slowly reached into his pocket, took out a porcelain mask from it, and fastened it to his face, "This is my invitation." ”

The two burly security guards glanced at each other and walked over to the left and right, "Sir, this is private territory, trespassing without permission..."

"I advise you."

Konstantin interrupted the security guard's lines and said calmly: "Now get out of here, get in your broken car, go home and sleep for the night, nothing will happen." ”

A hint of hesitation flashed between the guards' eyebrows, it was clear that they were not seriously considering the masked man's suggestion, but were thinking about how to take down this nonsense madman at the least cost.

"Don't you leave? I admire your professionalism. ”

Konstantin pursed his lips and firmly clasped the shoulders of the two security guards with his palms.

The body of this warlock has been transformed countless times in the underground base, two magic energy hearts can release surging magic power, three lungs can absorb the ether in the air through breathing, the ribs formed into bone plates can withstand the impact of the water press, and the artificial muscle fiber clumps injected with venom parasites are even more indestructible.

Konstantin easily threw the two security guards into the air, causing them to crash into a sports car and pass out.

As the windows shattered to pieces, the screeching sound of vehicle sirens interrupted the atmosphere in the ballroom, and the bands, which were made up of cameos from the elite, stopped playing, and everyone looked out to see what was going on outside.

Konstantin pushed open the heavy door and entered, his black leather boots stomping on the marble floor with a crisp and pleasant tapping sound.

"Good evening, everyone."

He bowed pretendedly, his masked smile looking extremely sarcastic.

The man of the manor walked out, and the middle-aged man with a handsome face frowned and asked in the most elegant Oxford accent, "Who are you?" ”

"I am electricity, I am light, I am an insignificant dust, I am the king who presides over the lives and deaths of billions of people—it doesn't matter, what matters is who you are?"

Konstantin glanced at everyone present, even though he hadn't been back to London for a long time, he could still find some familiar faces in the crowd.

Health insurance industry giants, media conglomerate tycoons, bishops of a diocese in London, cabinet ministers who are about to run for prime minister in the next term...

Everyone present is a leader in their respective fields, and they are all "big shots" who can stomp their feet and shake the situation in London.

Ordinary people may never see them in their lives, and when they saw them on the side of the street that day, they had to take out their mobile phones excitedly to take pictures.

What's more, only a small percentage of these big names are bloodborne, and many more are just ordinary people who flatter and flatter the bloods with a flattering and humble attitude - like dogs wagging their tails and begging for attention.

Konstantin stroked the mask's lips, the cold ceramic touch making the warlock feel like he was caressing a lady's skin.

He turned his face and whispered to the master of the manor, "Can you tell me what the theme of this banquet is?" ”

"It's just a charity dinner, and it's all about decent people."

The owner of the manor said with a blank face: "Listen, Your Excellency, I don't know why you came here, but I advise you to leave immediately, because what happens next will be less civilized." ”

Konstantin didn't seem to hear the threat in the second half, touched his chin, and said to himself: "The dinner between the blood and the non-blood clan, if it is just food, wine, music, and dance, then it seems a bit vulgar and boring, isn't it?"

Let me guess, there must be something more exciting here, something that can make you nobles who have enough power feel the whole thing..."

He raised his arm and pointed to a wooden door at the end of the ballroom.

The Aether Command was like an arm, and with ease it blasted the wooden door away, dragging a giant food truck parked behind it.

The manor's pupils shrank, and there was a sound of silk cracking from the well-cut suit, and as his body expanded, thick blood could rise under his feet.

In the crowd, there were also blood clans who also stood up, these divine blood clans with extraordinary powers, silently guarding the exits of the mansion, looking at the masked man in the center of the hall with cold eyes.

The three-tiered dining cart was shrouded in a red cloth that could not be seen in the shadows, and Konstantin walked up slowly and lifted the red cloth.

On the top floor of the dining car was a girl with long blond hair, dressed in a white wedding dress with hemp ropes tied around her hands and feet, and her whole person was hanging from a wooden cross in a half-coma, her white and flawless skin was even more sacred in the light.

On the second floor of the dining cart is a large box of syringes with thin hoses, which lie peacefully in wooden boxes, waiting for people to pick them up.

“... The content of the banquet is the ceremony. ”

Konstantin said softly, "In order to strengthen the bond between the blood and the mortal elite, it is necessary to maintain communication for a long time, and the best way to exchange and domesticate is through inhumane and anti-social rituals.

Just as the Americans like to gather a string of rich merchants to sacrifice to evil gods, you will find a pure and beautiful maiden, tie her to a cross, poke her veins with a needle, and suck her blood one by one.

The blood of the girl who has been raised for several days is already filled with a high concentration of psychedelic drugs, and these pot-bellied mortal elites will complete the 'spiritual ascension' in this religious ritual, and in this way, hypnotize themselves, thinking that they are one step closer to the blood clan. ”

Konstantin turned around slowly, looked at the bloods and humans with gloomy faces, and said flatly: "All religions will use various rituals to strengthen the mystery and hypnosis, the only difference is only the cruelty of the ritual process. ”

The manor master chuckled and shook his head, and slowly stepped over with the other blood clansmen, surrounding the masked man in the middle, "What do you want to explain?" ”

“.... I don't want to say anything. ”

Konstantin stared at the mortal elites who were standing in the distance, with indifferent eyes, and said calmly: "I just want to ask, how long has this kind of ritual been held?" How many people are involved? How many lives have been mutilated? Does anyone care? ”

"It's just a bunch of pigs."

A certain thin and pale young man of the Blood Clan sneered and said, "How much filth you want, sometimes I like to press those half-blooded half-dead women to the ground and shoot them while they are hot." ”

He jerked his lower body, and such a rude gesture caused a burst of laughter.

No one, including the human elite, is nervous, this is the manor of the Bloodline, the stronghold of the Bloodline, and no one, whether he is Dumbledore or the Ancient One, whether he is Grindelwald or Voldemort, cannot make waves here.

"That's right, it's just a pig!" The other Bloodclan said in agreement, gulping down the wine and letting the glass fall freely and smash it to the ground, "If you go to our back garden with a hoe, you'll see why those flower beds bloom so luxuriantly. ”

"Speaking of flower beds...."

As if he remembered something, the young man of the blood clan looked at the media group tycoon in the crowd, and said nonchalantly: "By the way, Mike, don't you have a nosy reporter in the BBC?" I heard that the daughter of a rural woman has gone missing, and I asked him to investigate? ”

The media group tycoon hurriedly said: "He has been dealt with, and no one will ask about it again." ”

The Blood Clan youth smiled with satisfaction, "That's good, continue to help us manage the United Kingdom well, sooner or later, the qualification for the conversion ceremony will fall on your head." ”

"Really? Thank you so much. The media tycoon shouted excitedly, and under the envious gaze of the others, he knelt down and kissed the ring on the finger of the young man of the blood clan.

This is the current situation in the UK.

Konstantin watched this happen indifferently, and the elite lords who were high up served the Bloodline, praying for qualification for the conversion ritual in order to maintain the rotten and foul-smelling body.

For the sake of so-called immortality, these people can do the most despicable and dehumanizing things - no, even if there is no blood clan as an inducement, the completely corrupted elite can still lead the beast to eat people, and use power and wealth to satisfy the most deviant and dirty fantasies in the depths of their hearts.

Konstantin, who considered himself a scumbag, looked at everyone present and almost vomited, even the most cruel and cruel demons in hell could not do the same shameless and immoral persecution of fellow human beings as these people.

Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth.

Konstantin raised his arm and pointed at the excited and grateful media tycoon.

Ezekiel 25:17.

He whispered, "The path of justice is surrounded by tyrannical wicked men who guide the weak in the name of mercy and kindness. ”

The prayer blurted out, and the miserable green light directly hit the powerful man with a fat brain, causing him to fall to the ground and scream.

The magnate's skin was withering, his flesh was rotting, and his eyeballs were suddenly violent, splashing muddy water.

"Blessed is he that guides through darkness, for he answers his fellow and finds the lost Lamb."

His soul was burning, and his unspeakable sins had turned into pure karma, tormenting this corrupt and depraved soul.

The flesh of his throat turned into flies, gushing out of his nostrils, mouth, and ear canals, and looming over his brain-draining head.

"I will take great revenge on those who dare to poison my companions."

The tragedy happened too quickly and too quickly, and as soon as those blood clan elites reacted, Konstantin had already turned the direction of his arm, and his fingertips pointed at the thin blood clan.

"Then they will know that I am the Lord."

The green light lit up again, striking the Bloodline.

The flesh withered, the howl rang out, and long breaths came from the depths of the manor.

The Blood Clan Elder here, wake up.

"Awake? That's even better. ”

Konstantin grinned, looked at the panicked Bloods and Humans, and whispered, "Kill." ”