The air of the abandoned factory is filled with the smell of rust and rotting flesh.
Madison's brain seemed to have been filled with lead, and she was so groggy that she could not lift her head. Her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand stones, and every time she struggled to open them, it felt like she was trying to lift a mountain.
Even if I force my eyes open.
Madison can feel the scarlet color in front of his eyes.
Of course, this was not blood red in the metaphorical sense - her forehead was indeed bruised, and warm blood flowed down her eyebrow bone, blurring the vision of her right eye.
"Damn it! What happened to me?"
Madison's groggy brain made it impossible to remember anything. She blinked and tried to shake off the viscous liquid, but it only made the uncomfortable feeling in her eyes more intense.
The damp musty smell mixed with the smell of blood poured into the nose.
It made the fourteen-year-old girl's stomach twitch.
"I am Hollywood, an 18th-tier child star. I can make movies and TV shows. As for tertiary movies, when I am 70 or 80 years old and I can't live anymore because I have lost my beauty and abused drugs and am on the streets, I might consider begging you not to cut my waist." Madison yelled at the top of his lungs with his survival instinct.
No one responded.
The only answer she received was the sound of burning candles.
Twelve black candles formed a perfect circle, and she was tied to the stone platform in the center of the circle. Magic patterns appeared on the ground around her.
These patterns seem to be the prerequisite runes that form a certain ritual.
Madison's brain drowsiness is related to this. Although there is no one around, there are still many noisy and chaotic sounds constantly entering her mind.
Her temples throbbed.
Every heartbeat felt like someone was hitting her skull with a hammer.
"Hmm..:"
"Is anyone there?"
A cold, hard feeling came from the back.
"I have to save myself!" Madison finally managed to open his eyelids and found that he was tied to a rough stone platform, and his wrists and ankles were so painfully strangled by water-soaked hemp ropes.
Dim lights were cast from high places, outlining twisted shadows on the concrete floor. She didn't even remember that she was a witch, her mind seemed to be covered with a thick layer of Brain Fog.
Only she has not yet become a big star, and the obsession that she should not die in such a place makes her continue to struggle. However, due to her physical weakness, she cannot cut the rope with her manicure.
"Although I can't remember which movie it is, there must be a movie in which this is possible." Madison Most of the time, the channels for understanding common sense are only movies and TV series.
She was puzzled.
And at this moment.
"Da~da~da~"
The sound of footsteps came.
Heavy, slow, with a certain inhuman rhythm. Madison's breathing stagnated, his pupils expanded to the limit in the darkness, and a huge outline emerged from the shadows.
Minotaur.
human body.
The nearly three-meter-tall body casts distorted shadows in the dim light.
But something is wrong.
Minotaur's body looks like it has been put together clumsily. The left arm is thicker than the right arm, the skin color is different shades, and the black lines at the seams are like centipedes.
The weirdest thing is the head - it seems to be the head of Gaur.
However, the bronze chair corners, amber eyes, and the breath of Sulfur sprayed from the nostrils are all incompatible with the patchwork body of the human corpse below.
"Don't come over!" Madison, who was tied up, showed extremely frightened eyes. She tried desperately to struggle, and her wrists and ankles were bleeding from the rough hemp rope.
Madison squeezed out a broken scream from his throat.
Minotaur Demon quickly raised a finger and put it in front of the ferocious mouth.
"Shhh, it made a sound.
The cautious voice was as low as the muffled thunder in the ground, but it was deliberately kept very soft, "Little witch who was kidnapped home by God Ian, please don't make a sound now."
While talking.
Minotaur Demon reached out to untie the knot on Madison's wrist, but the fingers that did not belong to the same owner did not obey his orders at all. Madison watched it try three times but failed to grasp the end of the rope.
"My own body is not as perfect as God Ian's body! Damn it!"
Minotaur Demon beeped, with embarrassment in its voice. It tried again but failed, so it roared angrily and sprayed a small ball of Mars out of its nose.
"What Pinduoduo body?" Madison felt like something was coming out of her mind, and her memory seemed to be returning. She noticed that Minotaur Demon's right hand only had three fingers.
And they clearly come from different people, with skin colors ranging from pale to dark.
"What on earth are you?" Madison, whose memory was confused, said the words "God Ian" and "Pinduoduo" were very sensitive. She did not continue to struggle and just stared at the huge Demons.
"It seems that this thing has affected your memory." As he said that, Minotaur Demon used his six legs to wipe away a corner of the complex magic array diagrams on the ground.
This is the disadvantage of using human blood to draw magic circles.
Easy to break.
It was completely inferior to the [Ian Magic Circle] idea of making Black Dog Blood into Quick-drying Paint. Suddenly, Madison thought of a lot of knowledge, and her eyes suddenly became clear.
While the magic circle was damaged.
She also immediately felt that the whisper in her ears disappeared.
The brain quickly starts functioning again.
"Do you still remember me? I am Abyss Demon Bucket Baal, Trash Can who God Ian cannot live without." Minotaur Demon continued to try to untie the binding ropes on Madison.
It started to test whether Madison is Madison in a tentative tone,
Ian... God?
Madison blinked.
Minotaur Demon Baal Continue to remind.
"Earlier before, you took me away from the ruins of God Ian's house, and you even tried to make a wish to me, asking me to give you M&Ms to become the illegal high-pitched bean."
It is helping Madison awaken dormant memories.
I have to say.
The effect is outstanding.
Madison The memory area in the brain was suddenly awakened.
More memories came flooding back, and scenes flashed one by one - the ground was in a mess, and she packed up her deskmate's property from the rubble and prepared to take credit for it the next day.
She found her parents.
He also performed the newly learned magic for them - real magic, not street tricks. As his parents exclaimed, Madison remembered that he killed everyone along the way and sent his parents to the official shelter.
"I shouldn't have listened to you, I could use those monsters that invaded the city to film my own personal hero show!" Madison remembered everything.
She was originally going to stay in a shelter with her parents, but instead she listened to Demons's temptation and wanted to go out to preach and become a star-level superhero. However, she was slapped while posing for the camera.
It was in a restaurant.
The lights were dim and the customers were eerily quiet. When she approached the bar, everyone turned their heads - their eyes were all pitch black without the whites of their eyes.
At the beginning.
Madison thought the lucky ones she saved were contact lens enthusiasts, but she was attacked by a sneak attack. The last words she heard before she fell into coma was to call her Supreme Witch.
And the murderer of the eldest son's son was found.
"That book! Yes! They took that book!"
Madison's eyes widened suddenly, and all the memories came back. She turned and stared at the patchwork version of Minotaur Demon beside her. "And you! You rebelled on the spot after being picked up from the ground!"
In the flashback of memory.
Madison still remembers that Minotaur, who had only one brain at that time, rebelled faster than she could take off her makeup.
There was no hesitation at all.
Regarding this.
Minotaur Demon Baal was not ashamed, and even smiled slightly, straightening his back subconsciously - this movement made his pieced-together body make an ominous creaking sound.
"What I do is called sizing up the situation and bearing the burden, which is true cunning!" It whispered righteously, "You know, those ghosts are not human beings."
"They are Demons, Demons who is much stronger than me, and Demons who specializes in trading at crossroads. If I want to save you, I have to use the wisdom I learned from God Ian to sneak in like a kid."
"Look, don't I just seize the opportunity now and wait for the opportunity to act." As a warrior-type Demons, being able to play with wisdom is indeed a thing that makes Minotaur Demon very happy.
The more he spoke, the more excited he became.
The sprayed Mars almost burned Madison's bangs.
"Do you know how expensive my bangs are?"
Madison turned his head and dodged quickly.
She couldn't refute.
I just feel that the other party's logic... actually makes sense.
"You are indeed Ian's pet." She raised her chin, trying to hide her panic, "You do have some cleverness.
I was actually just testing you just now."
"Of course I've understood this a long time ago." Little Punk Girl still likes to act smart, but she has never played any smart roles in her limited career as a child star.
She has been playing the image of Xiao Bichi basically since her debut.
The play path is very stable.
Horror films, dramas, comedies, without exception, the characters she plays are all the same template - the vicious campus girl.
"Test? Only God Ian can test me!" Minotaur Demon did not complain about Madison, it just retorted seriously, and then looked at the candles on the ground.
"Huh~"
The intelligent Minotaur Demon exhaled through its nose, and used Mars to light up its Pinduoduo fingers. Then, it successfully burned the rope on Madison's body with its burning fingers.
"Zizzizi~"
The rope broke at the sound.
Madison quickly turned over and climbed down from the seeping stone platform.
"Sure enough, it's great to use your brain more. Look how my hands are burning." Minotaur Demon raised his burning fingers, very satisfied with his current resourcefulness.
"You can obviously just use the candles on the ground -" Demons and Madison didn't complain much about saving her. She just moved her bloody wrist.
"Where's my cell phone?"
In this inappropriate place.
Little Punk Girl actually wants to take some pictures of Sentimental Literature.
"You have to praise me more in front of God Ian." Baal said vaguely, green liquid flowed out from his burning fingers, and dripped on the stone platform with a hissing corrosive sound.
"No problem."
Little Punk Girl nodded quickly. She also asked Demons Baal, "Can't you really turn my M&Ms into Hi-Pide beans so that I can sell them to Hollywood?"
Regarding Hollywood taking contraband.
Everyone knows it.
The prices paid by rich celebrities are much higher than those outside.
"Please, I'm just a Demons head, I'm not Aladdin's Lamp." Baal rolled his eyes hugely, which was quite funny for a Minotaur Demon.
Hear the words.
Madison curled his lips.
"Then you spit out my M&Ms. It's a whole bottle. That's not what you said when you took it." Her memory is intact now,
Know clearly what interactions have occurred before.
"Have you ever seen Trash Can vomit garbage?" Baal used its legs to wipe the magic circle on the ground frantically, as if it was trying to destroy the scene to avoid being discovered that it was there on its own.
After all.
After coming to the human world.
Demons, who can still walk on six legs, is really rare.
Madison was about to retort when he suddenly heard an unusual noise in the distance and a mantra being recited. Baal immediately tensed up.
The patchwork of muscles bulges.
Each of its arms picked up a weapon, including a hoe, a hammer, and a hammer. When she heard the noise outside, the little witch was as nervous as Demons Baal.
"Are they back?"
Madison looked confused.
"It shouldn't be so early." Baal's cloudy eyes glowed slightly in the darkness. It listened for a moment, shook its head, and the corner of the chair drew a faint arc in the air.
"Those guys are currently busy preparing for the summoning ceremony, hoping to allow their boss to set foot in the human world. Logically speaking, they will not return to this temporary lair before night."
Minotaur Demon's voice was like a muffled thunder coming from deep in the chest. It had indeed mixed into the Demons organization and obtained a lot of very top-secret information.
"Demons Boss?" Madison wrinkled his nose, "Is it Lucifer?"
Hear the words.
Baal let out a laugh and spewed out some Mars. "Those bastards are not worthy of serving Lucifer. These Demons bosses are just Crossroads Demon who have some ability."
Said.
It flicked its tail disdainfully—it was actually half a human spine, with a small tuft of hair hanging from the end. It was obvious that it had great imagination when piecing together its body.
"We have to go find Ian." Madison bit his lip and said, the wound on his forehead seeping a little blood as his expression changed, "He must know how to deal with this kind of guy."
Little Punk Girl has always trusted Ian.
"God Ian definitely doesn't like other people touching his books. He will eat all Demons except me." Baal also swears so confidently based on his understanding of Ian.
There was still a bit of expectation in his eyes.
When it mixes into the queue of those Demonss, it is often asked by other Demonss why they are drooling. None of the Demonss know that Abyss Demon Bucket just wants to eat some leftover leftovers from Ians.
That's enough for it to evolve again.
Thinking with excitement, Demons Baal and Madison cautiously walked towards the door. The corridor of the abandoned factory was like the intestines of some giant beast, damp, dark, and exuding the stench of rust and rotten flesh.
Madison Feet stepped on the cold cement floor.
Every step reminded her of the fear she felt just now while lying on Altar.
The wound on my forehead was throbbing with pain.
The blood coagulated on the eyelashes, making the vision in the right eye a little blurry.
Out of defensiveness.
Little Punk Girl raises his hand, ready to use magic.
However.
It just happened to be this time.
But she found that she still couldn't mobilize the magic power in her body.
"No, what's going on?" Madison realized something was wrong and touched the back of his neck. It seemed like someone had carved some symbols on it with a knife.
This is obviously a way to lock the magic power of Madison. However, since she has no systematic knowledge of magic, the little witch does not know how to crack it.
"How do I get my magic back?"
She asked Minotaur Demon beside her for help.
Nothing more.
This is obviously the wrong person to ask.
"I am a warrior in Hell. You ask me such a tricky question?" Baal does have a lot of inherited knowledge related to magic.
But those are all things that harm people, not things that can save them.
With all its strength, it only knew that breaking Madison's neck might stop Madison from being restrained.
"Let's leave quickly." Without magic, Madison also knew that she was just a little beauty with no power, so she felt very insecure at this moment.
"Then walk faster."
Baal urged in a low voice from the front.
The long corpse-shaped legs were put together and made a dull knocking sound on the ground.
Madison Speed up the pace.
"Bang bang bang~"
Suddenly, both she and Demons Baal heard a series of muffled sounds coming from the factory on the right. Madison froze suddenly and involuntarily snatched a hoe from Baal.
"Wha... what sound?"
One person, one Demons watching room.
The iron door of the factory building on the right suddenly made an "ouch" sound.
The flickering candlelight shines through the crack of the ajar door.
Obviously.
The first sound and the movement heard just now were all abnormalities coming from there. Baal made a loud gesture and moved closer to the crack of the door with hands and feet.
This is not an easy thing for him with several uncoordinated thighs.
"Could it be someone else who was kidnapped?"
Madison followed Baal closely, peeping through the gap and seeing that just as she guessed, there was indeed a man hanging in the center of the room.
It looked much more miserable than when she was tied up.
"Save--. Down.--
The man raised his head with difficulty.
Dry lips.
He was hung from the ceiling with his wrists tied by iron chains like an animal in a slaughterhouse. His short blond hair was stuck in strands with blood, and his cheap windbreaker, which had no brand, was already in tatters.
"Okay."
Madison said and was about to enter.
However, Demons Baal raised an arm to stop him.
"No, I'm going to be a superhero, save people, and then let him praise me when he's being interviewed by reporters. Maybe I can be interviewed by reporters too."
"Have you seen the Boys from Ian? I think I can become that kind of star." Madison looked at Demons Baal with some confusion.
"Save him?"
Demons Baal smiled directly and said, "He will not help you increase your fame. On the contrary, he will bring you bad luck and may sell you to other Hell Demons."
It has a firm tone.
Let Madison be a little dazed.
"Abyss Demon Bucket, do you know this guy?" Madison is a girl with high emotional intelligence, so she can keenly detect the strong tone of Demons Baal's gritted teeth.
"That's John·Constantine. Without Demons, I wouldn't know him." Baal squeezed out the name from between his teeth, like a mouthful of putrid pus and blood.
"Whoever gets involved will be unlucky John·Constantine."
"Demons may be a beast, but Constantine is worse than a beast." With that said, Minotaur Demon pushed open the iron door and strode under the hanging man.
It raised its head and spat out a mouthful of thick saliva. The spit landed accurately on Constantine's face and slowly slid down the tall nose bridge of Demons and the Exorcist, who was disliked by humans.
Regarding this.
Constantine is not annoyed either.
He just raised his head and looked at the little witch standing at the gate holding the hoe tightly.
"Don't believe this kind of Demons deception, sweetheart, you really need to save me. Only by saving me can people all over the world survive - and we can survive."
Constantine's voice is very hoarse.
It feels like I haven't drank water for a long time,
He struggled to twist his body under the restraints of the chains, trying to get into a comfortable posture - considering his current situation, this was indeed quite difficult.
"I am a good person, a very good person, John·Constantine, and my profession is the Exorcist. Just by listening to my profession, you should know how great I am, right?"
It can be seen that Constantine is trying his best to be saved.
He and Demons Baal were hitting each other.
Regarding this.
Madison makes its own judgment.
"This is the Demons raised by my deskmate. It should be a good Demons." After all, Demons Baal saved himself and is still Ian's pet. Of course, Madison feels that no matter how bad Demons Baal is, it can't be any worse.
Hear the words.
Constantine's expression froze directly on his face.
"Are you sure? It's Trigon's minion, well, the lowest kind of minion." John·Constantine was hung in the air, with golden bangs sticking to his bleeding forehead.
However, he still did not forget to raise his trademark sarcastic smile.
"Shut up!"
The veins on Baal's original Minotaur popped out, and two streams of white smoke smelling like Sulfur were sprayed out from the nostrils.
"Do you think, Mr. Baal, I am still the same as before? I am Abyss Demon Bucket now! I have found the bright road! My future is limitless! I have the appearance of a great Demons!"
"Look at the curvature of my chair angle, I was born to be Lord Demons!"
Its legs and hands were moving wildly, and its voice was firmly repeating to Constantine what Ian had done to him on weekdays. Demons clearly believed in this.
In the face of Demons's rebuttal.
Constantine just sneered.
He ignored Demons's retort and looked at the confused little witch again.
"Do you know who Trigon is? He is a truly notorious and terrifying existence." Constantine's tone was serious, and his blue eyes were narrowed into slits.
Finished.
He didn't wait for the little witch to reply.
The man looked at Demons Baal again, with a somewhat meaningful tone in his tone, "I think you understand better than me, betraying Trigon will not end well."
This is obviously an attempt to conduct transactions with Demons using some means that may be used to avoid Trigon's retaliation.
Nothing more.
Demons Baal didn't seem to panic at all.
"Huai Bah, I'm really not familiar with who Trigon is. I only know that God-Emperor Ian betrays God Ian one by one. That will really not end well."
While reminiscing.
Demons Baal was shivering.
It is not afraid of Trigon.
On the contrary, he is very afraid of Ian, who is only fourteen years old.
In this Demons heart.
Ian is really the new owner of Hell.
"??????"
Constantine was stunned.
This was different from what he thought.
"Haha, it seems you don't know what God Ian is, but I know, I know it very well." Minotaur Demon said, and raised several hands to pinch Constantine's chin.
Constantine looked directly into the eyes of Demons Baal.
"He is a god, right? I have seen that boy too." Constantine suddenly changed his tone, his voice became smooth, and he recalled what Angels had warned him.
"In fact, Ian and I have a very good relationship. We had tea at Starbucks last time -" Constantine activated his body skill,
Attempt to defraud Demons and the little witch.
"Is that so?"
Madison is a character who is easily deceived.
She was almost fooled.
But Demons Baal, who has been following Ian, is different.
"I believe you as a ghost!"
Baal's original Minotaur burst out with a deafening laugh, the dust on the ceiling fell, and it gave Constantine several large pen pockets.
"You turned around and ran away when you saw God Ian! I have been hanging behind God Ian's butt, staring at you with my eyes. You ran so fast, I think you must owe him a lot of money."
Minotaur Demon made a funny little pendant shaking motion.
...".
Constantine is a little speechless.
"God Ian will reward me." Baal suddenly reached for Constantine's windbreaker pocket and rummaged through it quickly and clumsily with his fingers. While Constantine screamed, he pulled out all the hidden magic props of Constantine.
"Damn it! I don't owe him money! Give it back to me! Give it back to me! His father even stole my Psychic Card!" Constantine was shocked.
Twisting in vain in mid-air.
Like a turned turtle.
"Then go ahead and talk to his father, if you dare." Demons Baal packed up Constantine's wealth, and even Constantine's windbreaker was not left to Constantine.
"No, what kind of plot is this? At least leave your underwear to him."
Madison looked at this scene and suddenly had a ridiculous illusion - she seemed to be in some twisted theater, but the actors were replaced by Demons, the Exorcist and herself, the unlucky witch.
"Okay, I won't take off my underwear, mainly because God Ian took off Savitar's underwear last time, so I learned." Demons Baal finally adopted Madison's suggestion.
Only then did Madison put down the hand covering his eyes.
"For a loyal Demons like me, any Hell will be a hot commodity! I will definitely get a reward!" Demons Baal is full of confidence in his future.
It is indeed enlightenment.
What Trigon is not Trigon? He only believes in the only Lord in the world, God Ian.
Obviously, in these days of thinking and summarizing, I have realized that my parents, grandparents, and grandparents fell out early, and it must be because they were actually with the wrong person.
Starting from my own generation, I have to change my family.
There is no guarantee that you will have an iron rice bowl.
"Gone, gone."
With that said, Demons Baal was about to leave with Madison, and finally he spat at Constantine 2. It was obvious that anyone who is Demons must hate Constantine extremely.
"Wait!" Constantine didn't care about his dignity, so he washed his face twice with deep hatred. He saw Demons and the witch walking to the gate.
He suddenly raised his voice and the chain shook violently.
"You are this generation Supreme Witch, right?"
Constantine spoke loudly to Madison, "To be honest, the previous generation Supreme Witch and I have a very good relationship. I think she should be your teacher, right?"
Madison's footsteps suddenly stopped.
She turned around slowly.
"That old witch doesn't look in the mirror when she goes out and wants to take advantage of my perfect body. You said she is my teacher?" Madison gritted his teeth as he recalled his previous experiences.
She even wants to spit at Constantine now.
See this scene.
Constantine, who knew that he had guessed wrong, was immediately dumbfounded. His Adam's apple rolled, and cold sweat mixed with blood dripped from his forehead. He just felt that he seemed to be getting more unlucky day by day since he came to Metropolis.
"Well... Actually, I've been unhappy with that old witch for a long time." Constantine's mind was spinning rapidly and he quickly changed his attitude, as if he had never tried to build a relationship just now.
He laughed twice.
"Last time she owed me five hundred pounds and she still didn't pay it back, so actually I have a deep grudge against him." This improvised excuse was really not very convincing.
Even though Madison was easily deceived, he also laughed.
"Save it, Mr. Liar." She turned around and left, her blond hair swinging in a sharp arc. "I'm not a fool. I know very well that every word you say reeks of scum."
In this regard.
Madison's sense of smell is really sensitive.
Perhaps every campus star has similar talents.
"Look! Look, you mentioned Supreme Witch, who is hanging out with whom, that's true!" Demons Baal laughed heartlessly and deafeningly.
The pieced together lungs made a sound like a broken bellows.
"Retribution!"
It jumped gloatingly, and a kneecap fell to the ground without paying attention. The two of them had just walked to the rusty iron door.
Suddenly, the heartbreaking shout of Constantine came from behind.
"Don't leave me! What I said is true! You really need to save me!"
His voice was extremely loud, "I know what those Demons are going to do. They don't just want to summon their boss! What they are doing will definitely poison the entire world."
Perhaps Constantine was indeed not alarmist in the first place.
Hear the words.
Madison stopped at the door, the sun shining on her blond hair. The girl turned back without any curiosity, "As long as you find Ian,
He can definitely deduce what the Demons are up to."
How to say it.
DC Universe Everyone likes to find an external brain.
Maybe the little witch's external brain is Ian.
"No matter how powerful that boy is, he is only a child god!" Constantine's voice was more urgent than ever before, "You have no idea that those Demons have--"
His words suddenly stopped.
Madison is a little surprised.
She saw Constantine with its mouth wide open like a fish out of water, eyeballs protruding, and purple blood vessels bulging under the pale skin. This was definitely not a state that acting skills could explain.
"What's going on?"
After all, the little witch still had some kindness. She rushed forward to see if Constantine's neck was wrapped with chains, but there was nothing on Constantine's neck.
He kept kicking his legs.
The body twitched violently several times.
Then it hangs on the chain like a puppet with its strings cut off.
He passed out directly.
"If I couldn't sell it at Lucifer for a good price, I really want to kill this dirty the Exorcist. Why is he rushing to say things that he shouldn't say?"
A voice as gentle as jade came from the door.
This moment.
Madison felt the blood in her brain solidify instantly - she turned her head and looked in the direction of the door, where a man in a straight suit was standing there.
Underneath the man's meticulously combed black hair is an almost perfect, handsome face.
If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were pitch black, without the whites of his eyes, and that his right hand penetrated Baal's patchwork chest, Madison would have almost thought that he was a banker who entered this place by mistake.
"Ten...Crossroads Demon..."
Baal's Minotaur turned with difficulty, its amber pupils shrinking to the size of a pinhead. Tears of dark blood poured out from the corners of its mouth, dripping onto the man's custom-made suit.
It immediately turned into wisps of blue smoke and dissipated.
"No, Abyss Demon Bucket, why are you so weak!"
Madison was shocked.
Unexpectedly, the Demons, which had been so boasted before, was defeated by someone else's move.
"The low-level Demons is just that, just consumables."
Suit Demons gave a very contemptuous explanation for Minotaur.
"But he upgraded several times!"
Madison still remembers Minotaur Demon saying this before.
"The upgrade is an upgrade, but the low-level Demons upgrade is not the high-level Demons. There are also low-level first-level and low-level second-level. God Ian said I just reached the low-level third level."
Minotaur Demon explained forcefully while vomiting blood.
"??????"
Madison is very speechless.
When did this happen?
You actually still have the heart to educate her about science?
There's something wrong with your brain!
"Oh, low-level Demons will only be low-level Demons all his life." Suit Demons couldn't understand what Minotaur Demon was talking about, but this didn't stop him from making sarcastic remarks.
"Why come back?"
Minotaur Demon spoke as he was dying.
"We Demons are good at betrayal, aren't we? In fact, we have noticed that there is something wrong with you. Trigon does not want to obtain the power in Supreme Witch's body."
The man in the suit took out his hand.
The next moment.
"Boom!"
The patchwork body of Demons Baal was scattered in a violent explosion.
Debris flew everywhere.
Its head rolled to the ground, making a dull sound, but despite the flying dust, a cunning light still shone in its cloudy eyes.
No one realizes this.
Demons, in a suit and leather tie, approached with a contemptuous smile, ready to crush the seemingly helpless head with one foot. However, when he stepped hard, the expected explosion did not sound.
Instead it feels hard to the touch.
"Huh?"
The Italian handmade leather shoes hung three inches above Baal's head, and the soles were stained with green Demons's blood. For the first time, a confused expression appeared on the handsome face of Demons in the suit.
"This isn't fun."
He said softly, and his feet suddenly exerted force.
Madison's scream was stuck in her throat. She saw the valuable leather shoe stepping heavily on Baal's Minotaur, making a tooth-piercing squeezing sound - but the picture of her brain being cracked did not appear - Minotaur seemed to have been cast into concrete, without even a crack on her head.
"What's going on?"
Suit Demons was also stunned.
"Haha, Wise Demon is of course different from you." Demon Bull Head's voice suddenly returned to a full-bodied state, spinning like a football at the feet of suit Demons.
"I have listened to the true holy words, and I know that the body is just a burden, and the head is the essence - now, this is the reward I get for giving up the body and only evolving the head!"
"All my energy is used to evolve my brain, what can you use to fight me?"
Its voice was like muffled thunder coming from the ground, and a fierce pillar of fire erupted from the cow's mouth, burning through suit Demons's leather shoes and directly burning into suit Demons's face.
"Such a high-level Hellfire, a low-level Demons like you shouldn't be so powerful!" Suit Demons screamed in an inhuman voice, knocking over a row of iron shelves as he ran back.
His perfect face melted like wax.
"Can it still be like this?" Madison was shocked. Ian's Trash Can could breathe fire and talk at the same time. It was outrageous. She felt that her world view had been refreshed again.
"Listening to the Holy Word makes me strong! I am not Baal! I am Flame Barret now!" Baal's head spun in a circle on the ground, and the flames chased the wolf fox's fleeing suit Demons and shot it.
The flames collided with the dark barrier, sending out piercing sparks.
Seeing the two Demons fighting a little anxiously, Madison came back to his senses and glanced at the things on the ground that Demons Baal had looted from Constantine.
"I have to help a bunch of Abyss Demon Bucket, and I still owe me a bucket of M&Ms."
With no magic power to use, the witch started to use her brain. She rushed over and started to rummage through the pile of windbreakers, cigarette cases and change.
There was actually a bag of sand inside.
God knows why anyone would put a bag of sand in their clothes.
Magic sand?
"Damn old smoker... Why are there more than a dozen boxes of cigarettes, all of which are cheap brands, even dogs don't smoke." The little witch took out a silver hip flask from the inner pocket of Constantine.
She shook.
Hear the sound of liquid.
"Hope is holy water..."
Madison suddenly pulled the stopper of the wine bottle and poured the liquid on the suit Demons, who was flexibly dodging. This was really not an easy task, because the suit Demons was not as fast as a normal person.
Seeing that the first two splashes of water failed, there was not much water left in the kettle. Madison also frowned, poured water directly into his mouth, and sprayed a range of saturated "magic potion".
The effect is very good.
The holy water is like a goddess scattering flowers.
It falls on Demons.
Demons's body immediately made a "sizzling" sound like frying.
"You bastard!" Ravenclaw's curse turned into a scream. White smoke came out from the place where the holy water was poured on his chest, and his strength and magic power were greatly reduced for a while.
Demons Baal, who returned to the Minotaur state, seized the opportunity and sprayed Hellfire from his mouth Barry again. This time the flames directly penetrated the weakened magic barrier.
Ravenclaw was wrapped into a Pyro. The flames swept away like a tornado, directly wrapping the suit Demons, burning him and making him scream, and the burning smell filled the whole room.
"Damn witch!"
A twisted roar came from the flames.
suddenly.
The suit Demons roared angrily, tried to fight back, and rushed towards the witch with Hellfire all over his body. This was not to exchange one for another, but to extract some of the magic power from the witch's body.
That comes from the power of Ancient God.
Seeing the menacing Demons approaching, the little witch hurriedly grabbed the Cross from the pile of groceries and pressed it directly on the forehead of the suit Demons who stumbled over.
The fire is burning.
The air is a little quiet.
The suit Demons looks extremely stiff.
However.
Soon he realized that nothing had happened.
"Hahaha! Do you think I am afraid of this? You have no faith at all! This kind of thing is just a piece of iron to you!" Demons, the burning suit on his body, said the Batman Who Laughs.
Madison was immediately in a hurry and wanted to fumble for something.
"Little witch! You have to believe it! Believe it God-Emperor Ian!" As suit Demons approached Madison, his head that did not dare to continue breathing fire shouted on the ground.
This sentence made Madison suddenly wake up.
"Oh oh!"
Her mind went blank and she could only shout loudly.
"God Ian bless!"
The little witch held the Cross tightly, as if holding an imaginary Holy Sword. However, as soon as she finished speaking, the suit Demons that was pressed against her forehead couldn't help laughing.
"What crazy talk? Do you want to take a look at what you are holding? God will not redeem those temporary-" He raised his hand to absorb some of the magic power belonging to Supreme Witch.
However.
Never thought about it.
The mocking words haven't been finished yet.
This Demons felt that the Cross on my forehead suddenly became hot.
"No way!"
Demons's smile solidified on his face.
This moment.
Madison felt a warm current pouring in from the palm of his hand, flowing along the blood vessels to the whole body. The worn lines on the Cross lit up one by one, as if liquid sunlight had been injected into it.
Then the world turned white.
When Constantine was awakened by the dazzling light, he thought he was at the door of Heaven. He squinted his eyes, which had been smoked for many years, and saw a girl holding a dazzling the Cross.
And the Crossroads Demon that caused him so much suffering was melting like a wax statue in the white light.
Turn into ashes.
The white light gradually converged, and finally retracted into the inconspicuous the Cross. Madison looked at the object in his hand blankly - it now looked like an ordinary religious ornament with some age.
There were only floating ashes and the smell of burning barbecue in the room.
"Ahem..." Baal's head rolled to Madison's feet. The horns were covered with dust. It said in an amazed tone, "I'll just say...
God Ian never lies... faith creates power.."
Hear the words.
Madison thinks it is very reasonable.
But Constantine has a big mouth.
Dumbfounded.
"No? Are you - this magic?" Constantine realized what happened, his eyes swept across the ashes, and then looked at the Cross, whose light was gradually fading in Madison's hands.
His eyes were full of shock and confusion.
Using the Cross to recite the names of other gods, in Constantine's opinion, is tantamount to seeking death. However, others burst out with even more terrifying energy than when he pretended to be pious.
"Your mother slept with God?"
I held it in for a long time.
Constantine only came up with one possibility that he thought was the most reasonable.
"Pah!"
Without any unpleasant words, this legend the Exorcist got two slaps in the face again.
Metropolis.
urban area.
Ian stood in front of Madison's house.
Knocked on the door.
He plans to find Little Punk Girl who did not go to class today, and then take back his Navigation Map to find Dream God's Sandbag, thus making Dream God owe him a huge favor loan.
Just when Ian rang the doorbell for the fifth time.
The door suddenly opened.
She is the mother of Madison, a beautiful wife with red and swollen eyes.
"You are Little Madison's alien boyfriend, right?"
She recognized Ian.
At least she felt like she recognized him.
Ian was speechless and showed a polite smile, "Hello, aunt, I am Madison's deskmate. She did not come to class today. The teacher asked me to ask what happened."
He usually doesn't blink when he lies.
Regarding this.
Madison's mother was not suspicious, and her eyes turned a little red when she mentioned this incident.
"She said last night that she wanted to go out and be a superhero. My little lunatic never came home. The police said she might have committed suicide at some disaster scene."
Her voice was choked.
Very sad.
Ian's smile completely froze on his face.
Through the crack in the door, he saw Madison's father wiping tears in front of a photo of his daughter in the living room. There were candles and flowers on the coffee table, making it look like a miniature mourning hall.
"Well... maybe she just ran out of battery on her phone?" Ian said dryly. He didn't feel that Little Punk Girl had been sacrificed because Little Punk Girl was actually not weak.
Even death.
After all, there are still corpses.
There are only witnesses.
However.
There is no relevant information on the Internet.
"You don't know... she has become very strange recently... can create flames out of thin air... what kind of witch power..." Madison's mother really dared to say anything.
She suddenly grabbed Ian's wrist, her tone almost pleading, "If you see her, tell her that mom is worried about her, okay?"
Ian I feel that the place where my wrist is touched is slightly hot.
He took a deep look at Madison's mother.
"Okay."
Ian nodded.
I have no plans to come in and lay flowers.
He turned back three times and saw Madison's mother who was still standing at the door, still staring at her, which made him feel a little embarrassed. She looked like a hidden witch.
I just don't want my husband to know.
"Where should I look for Little Punk Girl?" Ian looked at his wrist. There were traces of magic on it. Perhaps Madison's mother was trying to give Ian some guidance.
However.
Because Ian's body was filled with Divine Power, the traces of magic were immediately purified by Divine Power. At that time, Ian was unable to react at all.
"If Little Punk Girl encountered any danger, why didn't she go find Little Punk Girl by herself." Ian scratched his head, trying to use his reasoning ability to reason.
However.
His Super Brain has his own ideas a lot of the time.
Did not start successfully.
"I really wish I could learn Batman's skills earlier and know how to place three or five positions on my acquaintances." Ian now feels again the rationality of what Batman does.
The sun is shining brightly on the street.
In stark contrast to Ian's depressed mood.
He kicked the pebbles and walked forward, thinking about whether to ask for help from his the Clairvoyant, the gentle dad - although this meant that his dad might be scolded by the newspaper boss again.
But it's just a matter of saving people.
Superman will definitely not refuse.
Just when Ian was getting ready to leave.
"Looking for someone?"
A cold female voice came from behind.
Ian turned around suddenly, and his nose almost hit a pair of plump steamed buns.
He took two steps back, and then he saw clearly who the speaker was—a young woman with short blond hair, wearing a tight leather jacket, and her lips were painted bright red.
As if appearing out of thin air.
Ian did not notice the footsteps.
"Wow."
Ian's pupils expanded slightly, and the golden luster became more intense.
"You smell so good, it's the fragrance of Demons."
He swallowed.
This action startled the short-haired woman. Her eyes suddenly turned pure black without the whites of her eyes, like two bottomless abyss. Normally this would scare a grown man to tears.
However.
But it made Ian's eyes brighter.
Women with short hair feel extremely terrible oppression.
"What... are you?" The short-haired woman's dark eyes quickly returned to normal. She sounded frightened, took two steps back, and stepped into a puddle on the roadside with her high heels.
"A lost junior high school student?" Ian tilted his head and showed a harmless smile, "If you can help me find my classmates, I can pretend that I don't smell the smell of human blood on you."
This is definitely a threat to Chi Guoguo.
The short-haired woman could feel the terror of those eyes staring at her.
She had never felt such pure terror.
That is not the fear of facing the powerful Lord Demons.
It's not the disgust when encountering Heaven Paladin, but a more primitive and essential tremor - like an ant suddenly realizing that it is standing under the fingertips of a giant.
"You"
In Ian's eyes, she seemed to see the rotating nebula, the long river of time, and the position of her own insignificant existence in the vast universe.
Just when she was about to collapse.
The pressure suddenly disappeared.
"By the way, what's your name? Which Hell department do you work in? How about the field service benefits?" Ian could tell at a glance that the short-haired woman in front of him was not a human at all.
The short-haired woman swallowed.
No answer.
But Ian doesn't care about this.
"Deal? Demons."
The boy spoke softly. He knew that Demons would not come to him for no reason, and he also knew that he was looking for someone. This Demons must be related to the disappearance of Little Punk Girl.
"If you are looking for someone, just come with me." Female Demons looked at Ian several times in surprise, then left a word and walked directly to the street.
Ian jogged to keep up, his schoolbag bouncing behind him.
They walked through the winding alleys.
Passing by a butcher shop that smelled of rotting meat and three homeless people who were obviously not human, Ian observed with interest the scene around him that was gradually becoming weird.
Like a kid visiting the zoo.
"It turns out I don't need to summon Demons, Demons is hidden everywhere in Metropolis." Ian sighed from the bottom of his heart, causing the female Demons who was leading the way to turn around and look at him again.
"We will appear because yesterday's disaster gave us the opportunity to appear." Female Demons didn't know what Ian wanted to do to Demons by summoning Demons.
She gave an answer that made Ian slightly disappointed.
"Then this wouldn't be nice."
Ian regained his passion for inscribing Demons summons in his own mouth.
"We're here."
The woman suddenly stopped.
Ian followed her line of sight and looked to the side. In front of her was a huge Victorian-style manor. The wrought iron gate was entangled with living thorns, and the fountain was flowing with fluorescent purple liquid. On the lawn in front of the main building, several humanoid creatures in maid outfits were pruning shrubs with obvious eyes.
"This is the big house in my dreams!" Ian cheered, his golden pupils sparkling with excitement, "It comes with its own horror theme park! Evil God should live in such an evil place!"
It's a pity that this kind of place is probably not suitable for moms and dads.
Ian is a little regretful.
The corners of the short-haired woman's mouth twitched.
"Go in, the owner here has been waiting for you for a long time."
She spoke in a low voice to Ian.
"Isn't the master here your master?" Ian was a little strange. He originally thought that this female Demons was just a pawn sent by some mysterious Demons.
Never thought about it.
"He and I just have a cooperative relationship."
Finished.
Female Demons just wants to leave.
Her expression looked like she regretted taking this job - which is normal. She was still frightened by the terrible oppression that Ian brought to her, even now thinking about it as a female Demons.
The other party also called himself Evil God.
This makes female Demons not want to get into such trouble.
She quickly disappeared around the corner.
Ian did not stop it.
"Let me see who actually walked to the door. Will he be the first to enjoy my Ultra Bomb!" Ian pushed the door open, and the door shaft made an unnatural scream.
Like the scream of some kind of creature.
The boy strode into the door, as if he was just going to a classmate's house to do homework.
The interior of the manor was more luxurious than its appearance - if you ignore the blinking paintings on the wall and the chandeliers made of bones. Ian curiously poked a passing Little Demon servant, who grinned at him, but when Ian's eyes lit up with golden light, he crawled directly into the floor.
"The Shy Gardener."
Ian wants to get this manor into his own hands, but he doesn't know if the owner of the manor can sell this manor.
Just at this time.
The double doors in the living room open automatically.
Interrupting the plan he was contemplating.
In the living room, the sun casts mottled light and shadow through the heavy curtains, and the air is filled with the smell of old cigars and old wood.
On the rug in front of the fireplace.
A leather sofa lay there quietly.
I saw a fat man in a purple tuxedo standing in the center of the room. He was adjusting a piano made of human bones with his back to Ian.
"Ah! It's finally here!" The chubby man stood up from the piano bench and opened his arms as if to hug an old friend. "I am composing a new song and I urgently need feedback from the audience!"
Ian stood at the door, his golden pupils shrinking slightly. His eyes swept across the room - there was no ambush, no barrier, only an overly enthusiastic Demons and the piano that looked like it was made of human bones.
"I'm here to see a friend." Ian frowned and got straight to the point,
Crowley made an exaggerated sad expression.
"Yes, yes, I know, everything is a misunderstanding." He said in a very sincere tone, "Actually, I have no concern at all about the power of Supreme Witch."
The piano suddenly sounded a harsh chord.
"He killed your son."
A hoarse voice came from under the keys, and the air froze for a few seconds.
Crowley patted the piano cover impatiently,
"That's not my biological son."
He turned to Ian and shrugged, "Adopted, with impure blood, thinking about rebellion all day long...:"
The amount of information is slightly larger.
Ian was stunned for a moment.
"So... who are you anyway?"
He was also overwhelmed by the other party's enthusiastic attitude.
"Oh! How rude!" Crowley slapped his forehead exaggeratedly, "Call me Crowley, Hell's current manager is also an unlucky freelancer."
He made a pompous bow.
This is not the scene Ian wants to see.
Ian's eyebrows furrowed, almost flying into his hairline, and he said in a persuasive manner, "Shouldn't you ask me to pay a price? For example, my soul?"
Obviously.
Evil God is still thinking about reasonably taking over this manor.
Hear what Ian said.
Crowley burst out laughing, and the laughter was mixed with Demons's whisper, "Dear child, I always like to value peace with people who I can't divine."
He took a step closer, his eyes flickering slightly, "I have just logged into the earth. What happened before was all because of my subordinates' ignorance. I will kill them all later to cheer you up."
He spoke easily, as if he were talking about tonight's dinner menu.
"Supreme Witch This matter is purely a misunderstanding. I asked my men to bring her to watch the show together." After saying that, Crowley clapped his hands and ordered a Demons to go and invite Miss Madison to come.
He also used the word "please".
Facing such a "polite" Demons, Ian was at a loss. He had the urge to take action directly, but the education he received since childhood allowed him to barely maintain basic etiquette.
"You must have come to Earth to cause destruction." Ian asked tentatively. This was obviously to find reasons for himself and to set a trap for the other party. "For example, do you want to rule the universe or something?"
Regarding this.
The mysterious Demons was not fooled.
Crowley shook his head.
He took out a silver wine flask from the inner pocket of his suit and took a sip. "It's so tacky, my dear."
He smacked his lips.
"I'm here to see a good show, a good show about Heaven."
Crowley whispered, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
Ian frowned.
"What do you mean?"
He also asked in a low voice.
"Of course it's because Heaven is going to die."
A mysterious smile appeared on Crowley's lips.
He clapped his hands, and the floor of the living room suddenly cracked, and a huge transparent cage slowly rose. The surface of the cage was engraved with the reversed verse the Bible.
And the inside of the cage.
At this moment.
Then there is a Black Angel suspended.
"You can ask him what he did."
Crowley directly lit a cigar and lay on the sofa.
"What did he do?"
Ian came closer to Angels.
Found this skinny Black Angel under the skin.
It seemed like something was moving.