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Chapter 453: Constantine's Fangs

Constantine grinned. "Now I wonder, can a being like me count as a human being?"

"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third time, or even countless times!" Wilbur's eyes were bloodshot, his anger was burning, and there was only one thought in his mind to tear this man apart. Broken!" Who are you?

yes...angry?

Maybe I am, but not really.

What really frightened Wilbur was that the Regenerative Healing Factor he dreamed of came to an ordinary person so easily, and this kind of jealous resentment made him unacceptable.

In this dark and bloody factory, two men had an almost tragic fight for a woman, and the blood mixed with the minced meat flew away [The quiet collision of fists and flesh is mixed with the occasional screams of the men.

Although it is said to be a battle, it is actually a one-sided crushing game.

Facing Wilbur, who was in the limelight in terms of strength, speed, and even all kinds of weird moves, Constantine, a rather Elementary-level Death God, had almost no power to fight back, and could only let his opponent bully and slaughter him.

Lynching, mutilation, mocking again and again.

However, all the death executions that have occurred in the world that humans can imagine have happened to him.

Wilbur took all his anger and jealousy out on him until he tore Constantine to shreds and let out a roar of rage that was frightening [like a beast thirsting for blood.

Blood seeped into the ground, countless pieces of fingernail File size fell like snowflakes in every corner, and the organs were also discarded. No one could tell that this disgusting pile of things was Constantine.

"Whew, whoop, whoa, whoa, whoa..."

After some venting, Wilbur calmed down a little, panted heavily, and stared ahead.

Definitely, the reason why she was worried was that she found that the bastard Constantine was simply unkillable. No matter what method she used to kill Constantine, the bastard would reappear in the next second! This made her very upset.

"Resurrected again..."

Wilbur's eyes were dark and his teeth were clenched, showing his hatred for Constantine.

Snap ~ Snap ~

With firm and heavy steps, the disheveled blond man slowly staggered out from the countless ghosts and ghosts, his eyes were full of undisguised exhaustion and confusion.

"Ok?"

Wilbur's eyes narrowed as he suddenly noticed another heavy piece.

The bloody long river that was flowing had almost dried up at some point, and the number of innocent souls in the unconscious had been reduced to a dozen or so.

A guess about Constantine crept into his mind.

"Damn squid!"

After horrific torture, Constantine was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but he still raised his middle finger at Wilbur and said provocatively. "Come on again, you son of a bitch, I have nothing but life is hard, kill me!!!"

"You don't have to try to provoke me, John-Constantine." Wilbur had calmed down, looked at him blankly, and said. "The game is over," I understand all your clumsy tricks.

Constantine was stunned by these words, although he didn't say a word, there was a flash of panic in his eyes.

This flash of panic was noticed by Wilbur, which undoubtedly confirmed his guess. "If I'm not mistaken, the reason you're resurrected over and over again is because these spirits took your place, right?"

Constantine's eyes sparkled, her lips curled up, and she was about to answer, but was interrupted again.

"Answer slowly, Constantine."

Wilbur grinned, sat down slowly, spread his legs back and forth, raised his paws slightly, "What is the answer to the Regenerative Healing Factor, let me go and see for myself, and look for it?"

A huge amount of force erupted, and the ground around him collapsed!

The powerful function of the body multiplied again, so that Wilbur's speed became even faster, completely beyond the dynamic vision of the creature, his movements could not be captured by the naked eye, only a red light could barely be recognized in the dark.

"Blood Magic Spell: Rip Body!"

His palm pressed on Constantine's chest, the scorching flame shrank to the limit, and then quickly exploded inside the body! His palm pressed on Constantine's chest.

As the monstrous blood-red flames rose upwards, Constantine's entire body was instantly vaporized, leaving not even a trace of ashes.

A few minutes later, Constantine walked out of the bloody river that was still somewhat dry with a hideous face.

"One, two, three... 13 indeed!"

Wilbur licked the blood on his palm and said with a sinister smile, "The moment you were just resurrected, another wraith disappeared."

 …saw my Ability in such a short time?"

Constantine's face was quite ugly, and the river of dead souls consumed him faster than he expected.

"Judging from your face, I guessed it right." Wilbur solved the riddle and was in a good mood for a while, and then a smile appeared on his face: "Now you only have thirteen lives left, you think about it." How did you deal with it?"

"...Why don't you give it a try."

Constantine was silent for a while, then looked up and spoke seriously. "If I bow and throw in the towel now, is it too late to join you?"

A smile came over Wilbur's face, he said. "Anyone can join us, but you can't, because you are the only existence I have to erase."

"I don't really care, don't you believe it?" Constantine asked, still reluctant to participate in the game.

Wilbur grinned, and his entire body disappeared in an instant.

Click!

With a blow of great force, Constantine's head was instantly ripped off.

"Constantine, do you really think I don't know about this little trick of yours?" Wilbur took his head, lifted him to a level position, and grinned. "Don't worry, your companions won't be coming, and you don't need to delay any longer."

Constantine walked out of the blood river cautiously, looked at him, with a worried expression on his face, and gritted his teeth. "How do you know I'm stalling for time?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Wilbur looked up, grinning sullenly. "A shrewd person like you would rather die than leave me here. He is waiting for that person in the hotel, isn't he?"

Constantine's face changed slightly, but he didn't answer.

"Let me tell you a desperate fact..."

Wilbur spread his hands slowly, and with a confident, calm smile, said. "This person is not coming, he has been trapped by four crying Angels, and has lost his way by now, abandoned in any time and space."