Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The weather in New York is generally pretty steady, but occasionally something weird happens.

For example, the sun was still shining during the day, but it rained hellishly at night, and it turned into a torrential rain in less than 5 minutes. It was a ghost.

"Damn weather!"

Constantine got out of the taxi, viciously gestured his middle finger towards the sky, and then walked towards the cathedral in front of him in the rain.

St. John's Cathedral is one of the first churches established in the United States and is the stronghold of Catholicism in New York. After more than 200 years of construction, this place, which originally had only one prayer room, has become one of the largest churches in the entire United States. One, uh, sounds familiar doesn't it? Yes, the construction process of St. Michael's Cathedral in Houston is almost exactly the same routine.

That place has been completely destroyed now, the burning of the magic flame and the fire of hell have changed the breath there, you can do anything there, only the mysterious things like building churches are not allowed, it will reject everything and Something about the mysterious side, that is, the place has been completely destroyed.

"boom"

The heavy mahogany door was pushed open by Konstantin. He walked into the church with his whole body wet, but was stopped by a black-clothed priest. He looked very young, but he was dressed very maturely. Taste, speak politely, very easy to accept.

"Mr. Constantine, your coat..."

Constantine glanced at the clothes that were still dripping from the cuffs, and then at the priest. He took a deep breath, made a weird gesture with his fingers, and the temperature on the surface of his body rose rapidly, drying the clothes quickly , he stretched out his hand and rudely pushed the priest away,

"Don't worry, Angel, I'll only be here for a short time, and...you know who I'm coming for! So don't hold me back..."

After finishing speaking, he strode towards the depths of the church where thousands of candles were lit. At this time, there were very few people who came to pray, and the whole church seemed very empty. At the front of the red carpet, there were three Sofas and a quaint fireplace with a roaring fire brought some warmth to the church during this icy hour.

And with the blazing fire, the figures of the people around the fireplace became brighter and brighter, um... just a little distorted.

A very formally dressed woman was sitting on that chair. Opposite her was a middle-aged man with short hair, slightly fat, gray hair, and a pair of soft eyes full of calmness and kindness. Looking at the clothes he was wearing, it was obvious that Also a priest, and he was talking to this lady.

"Father, I am sure that Isabella will be buried with a Catholic ceremony!"

The woman's voice sounded a little hoarse, but there was a special stubbornness and firmness in it, "She was a faithful believer during her lifetime, this is the last kindness to her, I insist on this!"

The priest opposite her seemed a little embarrassed, he said softly,

"Angela, I can understand your thoughts, but...Isabella committed suicide, which is not in line with the doctrine, I can't..."

"Father!"

The priest was interrupted loudly by a woman named Angela who said loudly, "No! Isabella did not commit suicide! My sister did not commit suicide! I will find out, give me some time, I cannot allow my My sister was buried without blessing...how did you let her return to the embrace of the Lord?"

"Angela! Calm down!"

The priest said loudly, "Son, don't let anger and regret torment your mind. Isabella suffers from severe depression. Surveillance has proved that she jumped from the top of the hospital. Stop being persistent, you will only Make yourself miserable! I almost watched your sisters grow up, but I would not let Isabella suffer like this if there was even a chance, but... child, the ceremony is just a joke in the eyes of Van Believers , but to those of us who are sincere believers, it is very serious business."

The atmosphere of the conversation between the two became dull in an instant, until a third voice joined in,

"Well, David, you're always so serious... She's just a child, look into her eyes, it's the look of confusion and pain, we've seen it countless times..."

It was a woman's voice, very soft and calm, and people couldn't help being curious. Even Angela, who was controlled by strong emotions, couldn't help but raise her head, looking at the one who had been sitting silently on the sofa listening The woman they were talking to caught her eyes with short blond hair, which was well-groomed, tilted to the right side, and combed into a wave.

Then there are the thin cheeks, with a special neutral beauty, and those eyes, looking at Angela with a kind of aloof tolerance, but this kind of high overlooking does not make her feel disgusted, on the contrary, she even feels This is what this person should be like, this is what she should be, and this kind of temperament is in line with her identity, even though Angela herself doesn't know who this person is in front of her.

However, she was wearing a man's suit, blue plaid, and a tie. This difference in gender and clothing made people curious, and it also gave her a heroic feeling, just like ancient times. Like a female general in armor fighting, she is heroic.

"Okay, David, in view of the child's sincere prayer, give her some more time."

She reached out and touched Angela's cheek, helping her wipe away some tears,

"You are in pain, child, I can feel it, not only because of what happened to your sister, come, tell me, tell me about your confusion."

When she heard this voice, Angela's expression was in a daze. She could feel a kind of inspiration, as if there was a voice in her heart telling her, tell her, tell her all, so the next moment, she opened her mouth and said,

"My name is Angela, Angela Dawson, and I am a detective with the New York Police Department. My colleague has been a police officer for 20 years and has never fired a gun. This is only my third year as a police officer. I have killed 5 criminals died, I didn't even see their faces clearly, just pulled the trigger, it's not a good feeling to take a life, I... I don't know if I am cursed, why do I always encounter Badass?"

"So you plan to use faith to fight against evil? Stop making trouble...that thing can't save you!"

A voice full of disdain interrupted Angela's narration. She turned her head and saw a man in a long black trench coat with a crooked tie and a decadent face walking towards them. Still holding a lit cigarette, he looked at Angela, no, at the woman behind Angela, he took a deep breath,

"At your call, I have come, Gabriel..."

"Who are you..."

Angela wanted to ask subconsciously, but was pulled by Father David's arm and stood up.

"Come with me, boy, and we'll talk about Isabella's funeral."

Soon, there were only Constantine and the woman sitting on the sofa without moving at all. Constantine called her "Gabriel", which is not an ordinary name, in fact, it represents wisdom The name of the seraphim, but among the believers, very few people give this name.

This represents a kind of respect.

In the eyes of Constantine, Gabriel in front of her opened a pair of huge wings behind her, flapping slightly in the air, which fit her identity very well. She looked at Constantine,

"You are finally here. You know, many people pay attention to you."

"Why? Why should they pay attention to me?"

Constantine sat on the sofa unceremoniously, crossed his legs, and smoked, "Why do you pay attention to me?"

Gabriel pouted,

"I could tell you that God cares for the lost lambs, but that would be a lie, wouldn't it? ...Let's get straight to the point, Konstantin, why did you come to me? Ask me to get together Any chance of going to heaven?"

She glanced at Constantine, and there was a hint of pity in those beautiful eyes,

"You and I both know that your time is numbered."

"I'm here to ask, regarding Cheryl's soul, what do you and your God need me to do for you? To truly free her suffering soul in hell?"

Constantine extinguished the cigarette in his hand on the luxurious table in front of him, and said in a low voice,

"I will worry about my soul, and I think hell is more suitable for me than heaven. Of course, if I have to make a choice, then I don't want to go anywhere!"

Gabriel shook his head, picked up a cup of hot tea, and said softly,

"Cheryl Constantine's soul is suffering in hell because you lied to her. She resents you and doesn't want to go to heaven. As for you, I think you should know better than anyone that you have wasted all your opportunities , there is no need to hide it in front of me, Constantine, I will not be deceived by you, your reputation in this regard is very bad..."

"why?"

Constantine chuckled, "Is it because I don't go to church? Because I don't pray sincerely? Because I didn't give you ten dollars in that shit-like blessing box? You know? Gabriel, in my In my eyes, you are like a bunch of self-important shit! You are not even comparable to the demon I have dealt with before, at least he knows fair exchange!"

"you!"

Constantine pointed to Gabriel, then pointed to the statue of Christ above her head,

"And him! You'll just tell me, let me sacrifice myself to be redeemed... I don't care about your salvation, I'm not here to beg you, I'm here to tell you, if you don't plan to play with me , then I will use my own means to play with you! The big deal is to attract Gu Yi, and everyone will die together!"

Pointing to his chest, he shouted excitedly,

"I have advanced lung cancer. The doctor said I won't live for another year. Do you think people like me are afraid of death?"

Gabriel didn't speak, just looked at Constantine's excited expression, finally, she sighed, put down the teacup,

"But you and I both know that death is just the beginning...you will die because you smoked 30 cigarettes a day from the age of fifteen and you will go to hell because you chose to live this life, it's different , John, it's never been the same!"

Gabriel stood up, straightened his tie, his neutral face showed professional compassion,

"Your life is what you choose, including all the misfortunes that your sister encountered were also caused by you, so if I have to give you an answer, I will say, you are hopeless, child, and she is also hopeless." .”

The saint-like expression said words that were colder and harsher than the executioner. These words angered Constantine. He reached out and took out the "Book of Solomon" from his arms. When he saw Constantine's fingers pressing on the page Gabriel's expression changed slightly,

"That's... wait!"

"boom"

The red door of the church behind everyone was shattered with a deafening sound, sawdust flew across, a big hole appeared on the wooden door, and thrown out together, there was also a corpse whose head was blown off, that was the one just now The young priest who stopped Constantine, a figure carrying a wooden box and wearing sunglasses came in from the big hole. He held a handful of gold in his left hand, engraved with sacred runes, and the front was shaped like a cross. Old fashioned musket.

At this moment when he saw this person, Constantine no longer had the demeanor of talking and laughing with Gabriel just now, and was about to rush out deeper into the church while grabbing the book. The next moment, Seber's voice sounded in the church,

"Run again...I'll break your leg!"

"Stand aside obediently, Konstantin, we'll talk about you and that book later, I... didn't come to see you tonight!"

He took off his sunglasses, his eyes had turned dark red, and there was a magma-like ring of flame dancing in them. He looked at Gabriel, then at the middle-aged priest and the surprised ordinary chick standing aside .

There was a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and he flicked the demon hunting gun in his hand, as if by magic, it instantly turned into a simple sandalwood fan and landed in his hand.

"Ha, that's great... It seems that I came at the right time, Seraphim Gabriel, Lord of Light Michael... everyone who should be there is here, it's great!"