I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

Chapter 454 The Mercy Of The Soul

"Then let me... tell you something.

Constantine raised his head slowly, and said word by word: "I killed you so many times, not waiting for him to come."

"what?"

Wilbur was taken aback for a moment, then said mockingly. "Constantine, you are such an idiot, are you going to lie to me now?"

"Wilbur-Water, since you are proficient in dark magic, I think it's impossible for you not to know, a series of magical lethality, right?" Having said that, Constantine finally bared his fangs, his pupils flickering The red light is like a devouring Beast. "A killing spell that requires only your own life as a sacrifice to return the person who caused the damage several times."

Wilbur's face changed suddenly as he remembered the destructive magic of the spell.

It is one of the most extreme and terrifying black magics in the world. As long as the caster engraves a spell on his body, he can make himself suffer several times the pain of the spell.

"Hey Wilbur!"

Constantine showed a mouthful of white teeth, and tore off his clothes, revealing the bright red skin that had been sculpted by the spell. There was a coldness in his eyes, and he laughed silently, happily. "Do you remember how many times you killed~me?"

Wilbur's pupils closed suddenly, and a chill ran down his spine.

"I'll tell you the answer to this-question."

Constantine laughed heartily, even with a vague sense of schadenfreude. "That's a total of seventy-two times, that is to say, now you have to endure a total of three hundred and sixty times the bounce killing spells of mine!"

"Etc., etc!"

At the moment Wilbur panicked, with cold sweat on his forehead, he yelled in horror. "Don't forget, if you dare to scold me or kill me, you will be hurt accordingly. You are just a human, and I am just a substitute. There is no need to die with me!"

"Okay, let's try then."

Constantine said coldly: "Let's see which of us can bear it!"

"no no!!!"

"Eat your blood, swallow my flesh."

Constantine cast a spell, thrusting the blood-red blade into his heart, and roared. "I swear in the name of Cain, whoever hurts my body will suffer five times the pain and never die!!!"

"Ah ah ah!!!"

Curse of Cain!

Allowing Cain to hide from God was originally just an illusory legend, but later, during the reign of the Holy See, a cardinal who betrayed his faith found relevant documents of this history, and finally perfected this dark magic.

The cardinal cast this wicked curse spell on his deathbed, dying along with dozens of holy place knights. The "Curse of Cain" was later listed as a forbidden curse until it was accidentally acquired by Constantine.

The most terrifying thing about Cain's Curse is that it ignores all defenses. If the caster attacks the caster, he must take back five times the damage.

But at the same time,…

The more powerful the effect, the more side effects and restrictions, and Cain's Curse is no exception: if the curse spell is successfully cast, both the caster and the caster must suffer five times the damage! This is Cain's Curse.

But Cain's curse is essentially a proper noun spell, so basically all casters don't care about this so-called side effect.

This is especially true of Constantine, who, despite being a sassy, ​​playful-looking libertine, is actually a desperate gamer! He's a perfect example.

With the unrighteous souls of the River of Dead Souls as his life reserve, even if he has to suffer three hundred and sixty times the consequences, he still believes that he can survive!" What did you say?

die together?

No...it's a perfect scam!

In fact, he had known for a long time that he was not as good as Wilbur, so he deliberately angered this guy with words, and let him use various cruel methods to abuse himself again and again.

If you want to play, then play big!

Seventy-two lives are counted at full count, and five times increase is three hundred and sixty times. He doesn't believe that Wilbur can survive!

Let the wailing become chant for a while!

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Wilbur's eyes widened in horror as he realized that his strong, hard muscles and bones were being torn apart piece by piece by some invisible force, and every cell in his body howled hysterically.

It was a kind of pain that cannot be described in words, even the cruelest punishment in the world cannot describe one ten-thousandth of it, all the previous injuries exploded in an instant now! Only then did he realize that his own The body has been torn apart.

Even punishments like lynching and impeachment pale in comparison to this pain and suffering, as gentle as a breeze.

But this, by and large, is just the beginning!

The power of the curse is directed to the soul through the body, and the thousands of tortures that the body has to endure are less than one-thousandth of what the soul has to endure. grind.

……… Ask for flowers…………

boom!!!.

A large amount of blood sprayed out, and the bodies of the two people were completely turned into fleshy paste, which spread from the inside to the outside from the explosion, and spread to every corner of the nearby tens of meters, sticky and greasy flesh and blood flowed out from the gap.

Even the holy and noble killer Angel, who was imprisoned in the incubator, seemed to be deeply shocked by this tragic scene, and her beautiful sleeping face couldn't help frowning.

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Oh... I survived!"

That disgusting sticky lump of minced meat suddenly let out a chilling grin.

Immediately afterwards, countless strands of this disgusting pile of meat and mud stretched out, interlaced with each other, and slowly squirmed towards the central area, gradually turning into a vague human shape, showing a more and more complete appearance.

Not long after, the man stood up.

Then, from a crack in the roof of the factory, in the dim moonlight, emerged the face of none other than Wilbur Watley! His face was a man

"What a horrible guy...."

There was a residual expression on Wilbur's face, as if he hadn't recovered from the pain just now, his pupils twitched, trembling slightly, he took a few breaths, and clenched his teeth. "In such a way, intending to die with me, I seem to have underestimated you, John-Constantine!"

It was very difficult! His heart was shaking.

If he hadn't been cautious and accustomed to leaving a way out, cutting off some brain tissue on the way here and hiding it in the cracks of the factory, he would have been killed by Constantine!

but now.....…

The corners of Wilbur's mouth were slightly raised, and a curvature appeared on his face. This is the final winner! His face was ugly.

The double body summoned by the river of dead souls was swallowed up, and the bloody river also disappeared. Obviously this guy couldn't bear it, and finally died of his own curse.

"goodbye.…………"

Wilbur exhaled heavily, and said slowly: "Although I have always wanted to kill you, it is undeniable that you are really a ruthless person, no matter to yourself or to your enemies.

For such a dangerous enemy, he still retains a trace of respect in his heart, after all, not everyone can muster up the courage to die together.

"Yeah! Victory!!!"

Wilbur turned to look at the incubator, his smile gradually became arrogant, and the arc extended to the root of the ear, revealing a full mouth of neat white teeth. .