"Resist beating?"
Constantine's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he squeezed out a dry smile that was uglier than crying.
"My lord, you are too unprofessional to ask this question."
"Hell That place is full of sulfur fire pits and mire covered with bone spurs. Even the air smells of sulfuric acid."
"Those old guys sit in the manure pit biting each other all day long. Their skin is as thick as cowhide."
"Apart from the black blood splattered all over the body, not even a trace of oil or water can be squeezed out."
Constantine spitted spit mixed with cigarette ashes from the corner of his mouth.
While calmly moving his right hand half an inch to the inside of the torn windbreaker.
There is an escape scroll sewn into the middle layer of the windbreaker.
Just crush the Raven bone powder on the edge of the scroll with his fingers.
You can immediately borrow the reverse passage left by Lucifer in the human world and catapult yourself into the sewer of London East End.
Chu Men lowered his head and glanced at the back of his hand attached to the pocket of his windbreaker.
"Are your hands cramped?"
"No, absolutely not!"
Constantine shook his head like a rattle, and took out the old brass lighter with the pattern of a naked woman printed on it with his left hand.
He took out a flattened cigarette from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.
"I... I'm just a smoker, and my hands are shaking."
"You just crushed half of my stock. I'll order another one to calm you down."
"By the way, would you like me to give you a detailed report on the family background of Hell's grandsons?"
Click.
Constantine Turn the lighter grinding wheel with your thumb.
Mars jumped a little but didn't light up.
Click, click.
After three consecutive attempts, only a wisp of green smoke came out of the brass lighter, and the flint was completely stuck.
Cold sweat slid down Constantine's temples and into his collar.
The inner liner of the lighter is engraved with fire runes connecting the Hell border. As long as the flames jump up, it can instantly tear open the space in conjunction with the parchment scroll.
Now let alone the flames, even the Mars was extinguished by the surrounding air as thick as lead.
"Don't show it to shame."
Chu Men raised his right index finger and brought it to the front of the cigarette in Constantine's mouth.
"Let me help you."
Poof.
A white-gold flame the size of a rice grain danced on the fingertips of Chu Men.
The moment the flame came close to the tobacco, the cigarette in Constantine's mouth and half of the filter vaporized directly.
The white-gold fire flow followed Constantine's fingers and penetrated into the inner pocket of the torn windbreaker.
Zhila!
A shrill meow came from the jacket.
Not even ashes remained from the parchment scroll sewn to the lining.
Solar True Fire burned through the space coordinates on the spot, burning a black hole in Constantine's chest.
"Ouch--!"
Constantine screamed strangely, jumped back three feet high, covered his chest with both hands, and rolled three times on the ground.
"Hot, hot, hot! Spare me! It's almost cooked!"
Luthor stood by the steps, looking coldly at the exorcist rolling on the ground, his palm pressed on the handle of the gun.
"Master God, this bastard is playing tricks and wants me to skin him!"
"What does peeling mean?"
Chu Men stepped forward, bent down, and directly grasped Constantine's Tianling Cap with the five fingers of his right hand.
"Get up, Mr. Intermediary."
Chu Men Lift your arm upward.
Constantine's feet were half a meter off the ground, hanging in the air like a skinny rooster with its neck strangled, while his hands scratched Chu Men's wrists in vain.
"Master! Big brother! Divine Lord! I really want to show you the way!"
Constantine's legs were kicking wildly in the air, and his face turned the color of pig liver.
"I'm just used to it. It's an occupational disease. It's purely an occupational disease!"
"I know you have an occupational disease."
Chu Men raised his free left hand, bent his fingers, and inserted them directly into the empty air on Constantine's chest.
"So I will help you treat it now."
Buzz--!
There was a heartbreaking sound of metal scraping in the hall.
In the eyes of Luthor and Lark, Chu Men's left hand was just grasping an empty space three inches away from Constantine's chest.
But under the dimensional view, Chu Men's five fingers have penetrated the three-dimensional material boundary.
He grabbed the dark chain wrapped around the origin of Constantine's soul.
"Ahhhh...!"
Constantine's eyes protruded outwards, and a burst of heart-rending screams erupted from his throat.
Deep in his bone marrow, the pure blood of high-level demons that had been flowing for more than ten years boiled and flowed directly back under the squeeze of Chu Men and Force Field.
Poof!
Dozens of drops of fishy, sticky black-red blood were forcefully forced out of Constantine's pores and condensed into a walnut-sized blood marrow bead in mid-air.
Chu Men Twist your index finger and thumb.
Snap.
The demon's blood marrow exploded into a ball of blood mist on the spot, and was burned into nothingness by the platinum light film.
"My blood...Nergal That bastard gave me the demonic blood..."
Constantine was twitching all over, his face was covered with snot and tears, and he had no energy left to struggle.
"Don't feel bad. Leaving dirty things around can easily cause blood clots."
Chu Men pulled his left hand outward.
Wow!
Three illusory black chains branded with sulfur seals were forcefully pulled out of Constantine's soul.
The top of the hall suddenly became cloudy.
Three terrifying sights spanning endless dimensions, following the cause and effect nodes of the black chain, were projected viciously towards One God Temple.
That was the creditor who was alarmed deep in Hell.
"Who dares to touch my indentured slave?!"
A roar composed of the flapping wings of billions of flies vibrated along the chain.
Immediately afterwards, another violent thought with brimstone flames hit the other end of the chain:
"The soul of John·Constantine belongs to First of the Fallen! Let it go, otherwise..."
Chu Men didn't even move his eyebrows.
He just stretched out the index and middle fingers of his left hand and pinched the three black chains of cause and effect that were trembling crazily like a cigarette.
"It's so noisy."
"If you want to collect a debt, come over here and get it yourself."
Click!
Two fingers were misaligned.
Pure Strong Nuclear Force followed the concept of dimension and crushed it in reverse.
The three immortal contract chains condensed by Hell's laws, like three rotten straws dried in the sun, were pinched inch by inch by Chu Men's two fingers!
"Uhhh...!"
"Damn it! What kind of power is that?!"
Two muffled groans came from the depths of the void, and the eyes of those high-flying demon kings seemed to have been pierced by red-hot iron rods.
He shrank back into the depths of the dimensional crack in embarrassment.
The remains of the broken chain turned into black smoke and dissipated.
Chu Men Release your right hand.
Plop.
Constantine fell onto the marble stone floor like a puddle of mud, gasping for air.
He looked down at his chest, which had become extremely light, and then looked up at Chu Men, who was standing in front of him and waved his hand.
In those few seconds, the devil's contract of betrayal had troubled him for half his life, causing him to wake up from nightmares every night.
Are you just being pulled out like a weed by the man in front of you?
Even the demonic curse Nergal left in his bone marrow was crushed to pieces?
This is a living ancestor!
"Aren't you pretending to be dead?"