All Gods: I Became a God by Loading Templates

Constantine declined, saying, "I'm afraid not. I don't want to talk to anyone right now."

Seeing that Constantine wasn't cooperating, Angela's smile vanished, and she pulled out her police badge. "Can I just listen to what I have to say?"

Seeing this, Constantine said, "Alright, come in!"

We entered the house.

Constantine lit another cigarette and poured himself a glass of wine.

As Angela looked around the room, she said, "Five days ago, my sister was murdered."

Constantine took a drag of his cigarette. "Oh, really? That's a shame."

“Thank you,” Angela replied politely, then continued, “She was a psychiatric patient at the St. Mary’s Sanatorium. She jumped from the roof.”

"Is the St. Mary's Sanatorium still admitting mental patients?"

"Also, there are some wealthy families."

That's truly pathetic.

"By the way, you were talking about murder?"

Angela argued, "Isabella couldn't possibly have committed suicide."

"Yes, what kind of mentally ill person would commit suicide? It's terrifying!" Constantine picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp. "Isn't it?"

Angela took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to beat up the guy in front of her. "I've heard you're quite famous in that field."

I know the circles you're involved in: the supernatural, paganism, exorcism, and religion.

Just before my sister committed suicide, she developed severe paranoia.

She started talking about devils and angels.

I think she must have been influenced by something, Mr. Constantine.

She must have been brainwashed to jump off the rooftop.

It might be some kind of cult.

Constantine drank his wine, listening to Angela's long-winded speech, nodding repeatedly.

"Your analysis is correct, great detective."

You don't even want to believe in devils or angels.

Then I think you've come to the wrong person.

Good luck, officer.

Angela pursed her lips and looked at Constantine for a while. "I think, with your background, you should be able to give me some guidance."

Constantine extinguished his cigarette. "Of course, of course."

After Constantine finished speaking, he pointed to the door.

He gestured for Angela to leave.

Angela wanted to leave, but it concerned the truth about her sister's death.

"She didn't commit suicide!"

My sister is a devout Catholic.

Do you know what? What if she had ended her own life...?

Constantine interrupted, “Her soul will fall into hell, torn apart again and again with screams, and suffer the torment of being burned in the fires of hell.”

Extreme pain!

They will never be able to rise again!

am I right? "

After saying that, Constantine took a deep drag on his cigarette. "I know better than you do!"

Angela finally couldn't bear it any longer and slowly walked up to Constantine.

"You're so sweet!"

This was the most vicious thought that Angela, who had received higher education, could think of.

The door was slammed shut.

Constantine took a sip of his drink, seemingly unconcerned.

But at this moment.

Shadows began to appear on the curtains, and the bucket on the floor shook violently from the commotion.

Constantine, being an exorcist, immediately recognized what was going on.

These are clearly a group of hellish minions who have been summoned to the human world by some unknown means and are now chasing their prey.

Constantine immediately remembered the police officer who had just slammed the door and left.

In a very short time, Constantine realized that this was a golden opportunity.

He threw down his wine glass and stood up.

As she ran outside, she didn't forget to take her coat, cigarettes, lighter, and exorcism tools from the shelf next to her.

In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Angela.

"Great detective, what if I said that God and Satan made a bet?"

The stakes are the souls of all humanity, do you believe it?

Constantine kept looking back as he spoke.

One by one, the streetlights in the distance went out.

Having suffered quite a bit of mistreatment at Constantine's place, Angela replied in a less-than-friendly tone, "I'll tell your attending physician."

Constantine nervously glanced behind him repeatedly. "Don't do this! Their agreement is that they can't directly intervene in the human world, they can only exert influence, and in the end, we'll see who wins."

“Okay~” Angela also looked behind her curiously, but didn’t find anything wrong, and asked cooperatively, “Why?”

Constantine wasn't sure what the answer was either. "Who knows? Maybe it's just for fun."

"Oh, that's really funny. A husband beats his wife to death, a mother drowns her child, is that funny?"

Do you think all of this is the work of the devil?

You're wrong, it's a person. Constantine.

Humans are the devil!

“You’re right, human nature is inherently evil. And with some kind of guidance…” Constantine tried to persuade him further.

Suddenly, the streetlights not far away went out.

“I think we’re in big trouble!” Constantine said seriously.

Angela also noticed this unusual phenomenon, but still made an excuse, saying, "Maybe it's a power outage?"

"Crack!"

The car in front of me suddenly locked itself.

Constantine quickly grabbed Angela's arm. "It seems we can't stay here any longer."

They walked straight to a shop on the side of the road that sold Bibles and other religious items.

The shop window displayed a statue of the Virgin Mary, wrapped with coils of small LED lights.

This is also the only remaining source of light on the street.

A gust of wind ruffled Angela's hair, and she could hear something fanning in the darkness.

"What is that?" Angela asked nervously, looking into the darkness.

“Wings. Or perhaps claws,” Constantine explained as he backed away.

As he spoke, he pulled a yellowed piece of linen from his coat.

"Stop joking. Do you know what you're saying?" Angela had barely finished speaking.

An animal of unknown species whizzed overhead.

This is a really quick slap in the face.

Angela instantly drew her pistol from its holster.

Constantine glanced at it and said, "Guns aren't very effective against these things, though they're quite useful against cultists."

"Now, you should put it away!"

As he spoke, Constantine wrapped the burlap sack around his hand.

He took out a lighter.

"Now, come here!"

Angela had also realized the seriousness of the situation and obediently came to the shop window.

"Now? Do you have any good suggestions?"

The two stood in front of the shop window, the light behind them gradually dimming.

A mere statue cannot withstand the test of time.

“Close your eyes!” Constantine advised.

"why?"

"For your own sake, if you want to go blind, you can ignore this." Constantine didn't have time to argue with Angela.

These hellish minions are closing in step by step.

"Click~"

A metallic sound rang out in the darkness.

The flame from the metal lighter instantly ignited the burlap wrapped around his palm.

A small flame suddenly emitted a light so bright it could blind the eyes.