Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Chandler! Chandler?"

Konstantin, who was sleeping drowsily on the back seat of the taxi, seemed to be infected by a nightmare, his hands were frantically scratching the air, calling the name of his only old friend, in a daze of dreams, He suddenly saw that Chandler was tied up in the air by a blood-stained demon, and the demon was still laughing wildly at him. He couldn't see the face of the demon clearly, he could only see that he was wearing a strange mask with three A paw print of blood.

"Hey!"

The taxi driver who was galloping in the morning sun in New York noticed something was wrong behind the car, stepped on the brakes hurriedly, parked the car on the side of the road, turned his head and asked in English with a strong Indian taste,

"Sir? Sir? Do you need help?"

This call woke up Constantine from his nightmare. He opened his eyes suddenly. The face with black bags under the eyes due to staying up late for a long time was full of fatigue and horror. He rubbed his head, looked left and right, and looked again. Glancing at the driver, he subconsciously wiped his chest.

He was relieved by the hard touch of the tentacle, but fortunately...the thing is still there.

"It's nothing, man, it's nothing, thank you."

Konstantin climbed up from under the taxi seat, sat down again, subconsciously took out a pack of Sika cigarettes, put it in his mouth, and lit it. The taxi driver was a young man who looked like an Indian from his complexion. There was a not-so-nice Indian song playing in it, and the spirit detective smoked silently, turning his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

At 7 o'clock in New York, less than one-fifth of the city has woken up, but when the sun was first born, some people were already running for their lives.

Yes, it was Constantine himself.

The days of running away are not easy. Although the headquarters of the Devil Gang are in Mexico and Gotham, their power in New York is not necessarily much weaker. What's more, the things he holds in his hand are very hot. Holding this thing means He offended not only the difficult devil cubs of the devil gang, but also the mage Karma Taj who was responsible for maintaining the stability of the New York sanctuary.

Compared with the former who can only find him in the present world, the latter who can use magic to find him is obviously more difficult to deal with. Constantine had to use special methods to hide his tracks.

To be honest, this kind of life in hiding is not like the way of life that a person like him would choose, but there is no way... Even the worst villain, there are a few things that must be done in his life .

"Sir, we're going to Chinatown soon, do you want to give me a high five? Need me to pay attention to this trip?"

The weird taxi driver suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand, and looked at Konstantin with a smile on his face. The latter froze for a moment,

"What's wrong with you, man?"

"Well..."

The taxi driver withdrew his hand awkwardly, and said to himself in a low voice, "But Mr. Deadpool always asks me to give him a high-five every time to wish him luck... You are really hard to get close to!"

The driver's soliloquy was obviously not heard by Konstantin. Konstantin paid to get out of the car downstairs in a residential building in Chinatown. The driver had just closed the door when his cell phone rang.

"Hello, I'm Dupont, Mr. Deadpool? Well, I've been busy recently. We almost killed Bandu last time. That bastard didn't dare to pester my Geeta anymore... oh oh oh, I'm not talking That much, manhattan east side? um, ok, i'll be right there, you wait a minute, you know? I just dropped off a very difficult gentleman, yeah! he's like a jerk , I think he looks like a fugitive! Come on, he is not as easy to contact as you!"

Konstantin strode into this old residential building. When he got on the elevator, a fat man in sloppy clothes squeezed in with difficulty. After the elevator door closed, he leaned on the elevator and turned his head to look at the Constantine,

"Hey John, where have you been lately? I've been looking for you many times and I haven't seen you..."

"Hannessey, not everyone relies on bluffing to get as good as you... look at you!"

Constantine looked at the fat man's attire in front of him very viciously, and then set his eyes on the wine bottle in his hand, "Are you actually drinking? Have you forgotten that you are a priest?"

These words didn't make the fat man angry, he just took a sip of wine cheerfully and said leisurely,

"No no no Konstantin, not everyone is as neurotic and unlucky as you are, and after what I've been through, the only way I can sleep is with alcohol, oh my God, and before I realized that God had After leaving this world, I feel that being a priest is like a piece of shit to me, and I'd rather be like you, a damned liar..."

He took another sip of wine slowly, his eyes became serious,

"But this time is different, Constantine, this time is different! When I entered here yesterday, I thought all I was going to deal with was a simple cult of evil gods, but guess what I found?"

He squinted at Constantine,

"A devil! A real devil! I don't know how he crossed the barrier between this world and hell, but...it really appeared, bending over a poor girl."

"So you got me?"

The elevator door opened, and Constantine strolled out of the elevator. There was a passage in front of him, and the left and right were full of civilians who were restless by this mysterious incident. He turned his head to look at the fat priest with a gloomy expression.

"You pushed the trouble on me? Do you know that I have enough troubles on me now, and every word can scare you to death. It's a miracle that I'm still alive, you **** bastard. "

"But you're still here, aren't you?"

Father Hannessy shrugged his shoulders calmly, "When I found out that I couldn't figure it out, the first thing I thought of was you. I called you, and since you came, it means that you are also very curious about this devil. ...Actually, what I'm more curious about is, didn't you stay away from these troublesome things before?"

"Fuck you!"

Constantine gestured rudely to the priest with a middle finger, stretched out his hand to straighten his sloppy black tie, took out the book from his arms, picked up another cigarette,

"It's different now, I'm curious about any devil now... Okay, let's work! I don't understand Chinese, you take me there to see that poor kid."

A few minutes later, under the leadership of Father Hannessy, Constantine passed through the crowd and walked into the dark house. It was a girl who looked only in her teens and was tied to the bed with a rope. The screams are not human-like at all, with purple-black bulging blood vessels under the skin, which is obviously the appearance of being bent down by evil spirits. Her parents are kneeling aside, holding the Bible and some strange items in their hands, rosary beads Ah and so on, but there is no way to stop the child's pain.

"Let ordinary people go, Hannasey... have you learned all the occult into the dog's belly? The devil's breath here will drive them crazy, let them go away! Go prepare some holy water!"

Father Hannessy looked confused, who the hell knows what the hell is the devil's breath? Everyone is relying on half-baked magic tricks to make a living, who would be so professional?

But he still obeyed Constantine's command, and speaking weird Chinese, he dispersed the onlookers. The spirit detective took out a holy silver coin from his pocket, walked to the window, and pulled it down. The heavy curtains were drawn to let the sunlight shine into the room. The moment the girl came into contact with the sunlight, she started screaming, screaming, and roaring in a language she couldn't understand.

Constantine opened the book in his hand in the sun, and he said mockingly,

"Curse it, scold it... You bastard, just scold him, you will know how powerful Papa John is in a while!"

Filled with strong confidence, he turned the "Book of Solomon" to page 37. The reason why such original texts written by the author himself are precious is that they are equivalent to a powerful magic weapon, which can save users A lot of energy, especially for a great mage like Solomon who has gone down in history, the works he wrote himself have a strong oppressive force on mysterious creatures.

If Constantine was just a man who relied on rich occult knowledge, second-rate exorcism and super-first-rate guts to make ends meet, after getting this book, he instantly became the most threatening evil spirit in the world. One of the few ordinary exorcists in the world, this is the importance of equipment, brothers, the attributes are not enough, so the equipment comes together.

"Let me see...Well, I think I should summon a holy white deer elf. It is said that this pure spirit born from light is like a disgusting, dirty person like you in hell." It’s a reptile-like bastard with super lethality, but any evil spirits bathed in its light will feel as painful as if they were being burned by flames.”

Constantine turned around, threw the silver coin in his hand, and said to the struggling girl,

"Look, I have plenty of ways to punish you, so I'm you, and I'll come out of this girl obediently! I'll give you one last chance! Get out! Talk to me, and then you can get out! "

He took a puff of cigarette, and let out the circles of his eyes comfortably, "Look, there is actually no deep hatred between us, is there?"

"Fuck you! Constantine!"

The girl raised her head, her eyes were completely gone, and only the whites of her eyes were filled with sneering horror, "Poor Cheryl is about to be driven mad by the fire of hell, of course, when you betrayed her , she has gone crazy, you bastard who has a crush on your sister! You killed her! You also made the soul of the only poor woman who gave everything to you restless! Look at you, a bastard like you can Be a hero like a dog, stop making trouble, John!"

The evil spirit distorted the girl's voice so that it was extremely ugly and hoarse. When he told these secrets, Constantine's face turned blue, and murderous aura sprang out from the spirit detective. The devil had obviously touched him. bottom line.

"Even a devil like me doesn't want to be with you, yes, come on, banish me! But you can't kill me! Constantine! I will come to "play" with you again after the great prince of darkness comes over , and maybe bring the soul of Cheryl Constantine who has gone crazy, so that you can see what kind of treatment your poor sister suffered in hell."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The evil spirit laughed wildly, "Come on, drive me out, I'm waiting for you! You bastard!"

"You...you think I really can't kill you?"

When Constantine was furious to the extreme, his voice calmed down completely. He put his finger on the page and turned a few more pages, "Devils are hard to kill in this world, but it's not impossible...in taboos In the face of my knowledge, you miserable dog leg is almost like a mouse, and the most joyful thing is that you irritate me, you will be a negative teaching material for your companions, so that they know that some things, some people , It's not what you should mention!"

"A Luz Da esperanña, a Luz Da Espada do espírito -, que, desprovido de 13 carimbo: salomño!!!"

Constantine's indifferent chanting sound was paired with 13 special handprints. At the moment when the last mantra was uttered, the entire residential building was enveloped by a thick, dignified light pattern with a strong purifying atmosphere, which lasted for 10 days. Seconds, in fact, at the third second, the devil who maintained the girl's body had disappeared in a whimper.

This scene stunned all the onlookers and Father Hannessy. Ordinary people would only think that Constantine is very powerful, but Father Hannessy is a person who has half a foot in the mysterious world. The beam of light was enough to kill more than a dozen evil spirits at once, and Constantine seemed to be hitting mosquitoes with a cannon.

At the moment when the light dissipated, he rushed into the room, and saw Constantine leaning against the wall, who seemed to have been drained dry. The latter waved to him, and said with difficulty,

"Get me out of here! Quick! They...will be coming after me soon!"

"who?"

"A bunch of... very troublesome guys."