All Gods: I Became a God by Loading Templates

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There were about thirty people coming and going.

There are definitely more devils than just these in all of New York.

This isn't a bar at all!

Isn't this a perfect spot to spawn monsters?

One costs 160, ten would be 1600, so an upgrade to the template is in sight!

This progress of 160 is just the minimum guarantee.

The two devils that he tricked out of their own hands were not very strong to begin with.

According to Lin Bei's reference based on the template, the energy in the two demons is approximately one hundred points.

If there were more devils stronger than them, there would certainly be more than 160 in heaven.

Thinking of this, Lin Bei felt a surge of excitement and wished he could go back immediately and invite the two more out.

Unfortunately, if this happens too frequently, even the demons will sense something is wrong.

As the number of these hybrid demons decreases, they will surely be discovered.

Besides, there aren't that many devils in all of New York City~

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Lin Bei.

If those mixed-race angels could also provide progress...

Lin Bei mentally calculated this possibility.

Those mixed-race angels only have the blood of angels; Lin Bei doesn't intend to investigate their specific origins.

Moreover, in this chaotic world, the souls of these mixed-race angels have long been impure.

A half-blood angel who hangs out in bars = a fallen half-blood angel = a fallen angel

Thinking about it this way, this whole thing has potential!

I can't go today, I'll think about it tomorrow.

Lin Bei took out his phone and dialed a number from his contacts. He was going to choose a lucky female believer and perform a free blessing ceremony for her.

In a bedroom.

A girl sat bolt upright in bed with a start.

Breathing heavily.

The girl murmured softly, "Isabella...Isabella."

"Thankfully, it was just a nightmare."

Angela looked at the familiar room with lingering fear.

A black cat slowly walked past me.

Angela drew back the curtains, letting in the blinding sunlight.

She felt a strange sense of peace in her heart.

Suddenly the phone on the bedside table rang.

Angela turned her head and couldn't help but recall the scene from her dream.

No, no.

This was just a regular phone call.

After much hesitation, Angela finally answered the phone.

"Detective, you'd better come to the St. Mary's Sanatorium."

Hearing this familiar place name made Angela feel increasingly uneasy.

"Detective? Detective, are you still listening?"

Angela said nervously, "It's Isabella..."

"I'm sorry, yes."

Angela slammed the phone down.

After half an hour.

Angela rushed into the lobby of the St. Mary's Sanatorium.

Following the police officers, we arrived at the cleaning room located at the back.

From a distance, you can see the body covered with a white sheet on the ground.

Angela's eyes immediately turned red, and she kept muttering, "No, no, no."

"Detective, please stop looking, okay? Please stop looking."

A police officer stopped him.

Angela, however, insisted on going in.

Unable to stop the officers, the officers could only ask others to temporarily leave the area.

Angela harbored a deep hope that the corpse on the ground was not her own sister.

Slowly lift the white cloth covering the corpse.

Under the lifted white cloth was a face exactly like Angela's.

But his face was pale and lifeless.

Isabella~

Did she fall from the roof?

The officer standing nearby replied, "She jumped down herself."

Angela looked at the police officer in surprise, "Impossible! Isabella could never have jumped down by herself!"

“I’m sorry, Angie. The surveillance footage shows that Isabella jumped off the roof alone at the time.”

After investigation, only Isabella's traces were found.

Angela shook her head slightly. "No, that's impossible."

“Listen, Angie. I know this is hard for you to accept. But you have to understand, she's sick.”

As Angela tidied Isabella's body, she exclaimed, "This is absolutely impossible! Isabella could never have committed suicide!"

Meanwhile, upstairs.

Constantine also appeared here.

This is the hospital where Constantine spent his childhood.

Santa Maria Sanatorium was originally a mental hospital, but as times have changed, it has also started offering other medical services.

Inside the film studio.

Constantine looked at the X-ray of his lungs hanging in front of him.

There's hardly any white space left on top.

Constantine looked at the cigarette in his hand.

"The things I defeated are things that most people have never even heard of."

"But now I'm going to be bothered by this thing."

As Constantine's doctor, Lace comforted him, "You're not the first, John. Take it easy."

"Come on, Rais." Constantine looked at Rais. "You saved me once, you can save me again, right?"

Lacey raised her hand. "I'm sorry, John. The cancer has spread. You're beyond saving, John."

Lacey said as patiently as possible, "Twenty years ago, you didn't want to come here, but I saved your life."

Now you want to stay?

"You asked for this, John."

Constantine pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette in his hand. "Yes, I asked for it!"

Looking at Constantine, who already had lung cancer but was still smoking, Lace said with exasperation, "You're still smoking? That's a great idea."

Seeing Constantine stubbornly taking a drag on his cigarette, Lace stopped trying to persuade him. After all, the little guy she had watched grow up didn't have many months left to live.

"Seriously, John, you need to get ready."

Upon hearing this, Constantine knew that his soul had already been preordained by Satan, and no ritual would be of any use.

Unless you can go to heaven yourself.

He couldn't help but laugh and say, "There's no need for that~"

I know exactly where I should go from here.

That's what he said, but deep down Constantine still wanted to give it his all.

Hell is no good place.

Constantine had seen firsthand the living conditions there.

Besides, if I were to actually live there, all of those neighbors would have a grudge against me.

Constantine turned and pushed open the door to leave.

There was a sense of urgency in my heart.

Standing in the elevator, Constantine appeared calm, but inside he was more anxious than anyone else.