Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Galahad gazed at the milky-white glass. The light and shadow had now stabilized, almost still.

"How is the medical team's preparation going?" he finally asked.

“Ready to respond at any time,” Lancelot smiled. “They will make sure he doesn’t have any visible scars. We’re all civilized people, aren’t we? We should give him the last bit of dignity, no matter what.”

Galahad stared at the milky-white glass, wondering what was happening on the other side, but only vaguely for a moment. Then he checked his watch—7:20, dinner reservations at the club at 8:00.

He pressed the communicator: "Speed ​​up until he speaks. Use all permitted methods."

Having done all that, Galahad planned to call the club to confirm if his favorite steak tartare was on the dinner menu. The guardians of civilization always have more important things to consider, like dinner…

Shh, shh~~~

“I shouldn’t have abandoned my brother at that time. I didn’t want to kill Jeff. I loved him. I shouldn’t have used the pretense of needing information to assault that girl. I…”

The voice coming from the other end of the communicator was indistinct and unclear.

Galahad frowned slightly, then abruptly looked up; he and Lancelot realized something was wrong.

They kicked the door open, only to find that the situation inside was not what they had imagined.

"Oh, you've finally arrived. This young man's confession is almost over... and he's almost burned himself out."

Tsuruga looked up at the two top agents who had burst in, smiled, and pointed to Lanmarok, who was kneeling on the ground in a posture of repentance.

"You've really committed a lot of sins. Although I know you agents are all bastards who do nothing right, I didn't expect you to have so many guilty consciences."

As he had described, Lanmarok's body was almost completely dried up. His smooth skin had become parched, his body was emaciated, and he exuded a scent reminiscent of incense.

It was as if a flame was burning something inside him.

Tsugumi stroked her chin, looking at the group of agents with curiosity, and asked...

"Aren't you afraid? This world really does have heaven and hell. At least that bastard who smokes fifteen cigarettes a day thinks about atoning for his sins by committing suicide, so he goes around driving away demons and helping people. But you guys are just building up the capital for your own hellish fate every day."

His mockery was met with two dark gun barrels.

But Galahad and Lancelot could do nothing; they found themselves bound, and then an indescribable sense of guilt and pain ignited within them.

They began to kneel on the ground, and in what they considered a posture of repentance, they began to loudly confess their wrongdoings. With each confession, their bodies were seared by the sacred fire.

Forced repentance

'The holy light of heaven will compel those affected by it to repent for all their wrongdoings and sins, and afterwards, they will suffer the torment of sin and transgression to atone for them!'

Dongjiang, legs crossed, leisurely watched the three agents repent for their sins, then glanced at his watch and said...

"Judging by the time, your Queen and Prince should be asleep by now."

Galahad struggled to lift his head and look at the river. He couldn't stop his mouth from repenting, but his eyes questioned:

—What are you trying to do?!

"Nothing much." Tsugumi wagged her finger and laughed happily.

“I know that your Anglican Church is not under the jurisdiction of the Vatican, but I don’t think I’m a member of the Vatican either. So whatever I do only represents myself and—God.”

He raised a finger to the sky and laughed heartily.

"And do you know, Englishmen? The price of offending a saint is extremely high. Your Henry VI and the Duke of Bedford are still being burned alive on the barbecue grill in hell."

"And me, hahaha, sorry, I usually settle scores on the spot. And it goes on and on. Since you've offended me, I'll settle accounts with your queen and prince. Hmm... maybe I'll escalate it a bit more?"

"Anyway, if things go wrong, a world war will break out in your world. You British guys should go to hell early to share the sins of your Queen ancestors, as a way of showing your filial piety."

Having said that, he smiled and walked past the repentant Lancelot and Galahad, the latter frantically trying to draw his gun but unable to make any movement, only able to watch with bloodshot eyes as Tsurugi left with a grin.

Dongjiang knew that what he was about to do wouldn't actually help his plans. What he should do now was wait for Constantine to sell his soul, then show up at the scene, contact Lucifer, complete the mission, and then leave immediately.

But—when the hell do I have to follow the plan?

These idiots came to provoke me, how could I possibly swallow my anger?

I can't stand it! I can't stand it for even a second longer!

Right now I just want to do something big, I want to make things big—who cares about the outcome, I just want to have fun!

I can do whatever I want!

Without hesitation, Tsurugi immediately set off for Buckingham Palace.

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 78. Kidnapping the Queen and the Prince

“John…”

After waiting for several hours, Chase, who was outside the door, saw Constantine come out of the room and immediately went up to greet him with concern.

"I'm fine...it's nothing serious."

Constantine, his face pale, waved his hand, walked to the table, sat down wearily, covered his face for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice...

"Please find me something to eat."

Upon hearing this, Chas immediately went to the kitchen to find something to eat, while Constantine lowered his head, looking at the Goetia Signet on his arm.

He still took that step.

Just now, he successfully summoned the will of Asmodeus, the first time Constantine had ever summoned a demon of this caliber.

The mere aura emanating from the other party was enough to steal Constantine's soul, but because of this, Constantine knew that he had made the right move!

In Hell, the only one who can stand against the ruler is another ruler!

Satan is undoubtedly the lord of hell, but Asmodeus is also a demon king who rules over one of the rings. The former rules over the latter, but the latter is not the former's slave.

Logically, Constantine sold his soul.

What he sought was not to prolong his life or cure his terminal illness—though he longed to do so, Constantine knew he could not.

The longer the delay, the greater the chance that these lords of hell will realize something is wrong. The longer they survive, the more dire the consequences will likely be.

So Constantine asked for a promise.

This is a complex request, and most demons and wizards would not agree to such vague, ambiguous, and difficult-to-state conditions.

But Asmodeus agreed readily, probably because of his status and position and he wasn't afraid that Constantine would renege on his promise.

He will die someday. Someone who makes a deal with the Demon King, still wants to go to heaven? What a fool…

Okay, there are exceptions, but that exception won't be Constantine!

Moreover, this scumbag's soul is indeed quite valuable to collect.

Whether used to mock Satan or kept as a collectible, John Constantine was a very valuable soul.

He completed the transaction, finding a new buyer for his soul.

But—it wasn’t enough. Constantine knew all too well that one Asmodeus was not enough to save his soul.

He needs more demons to share his soul; once he's started down this path, there's no stopping him!

After finally calming down, Constantine turned on the radio to pass the time.

However, the next thing Constantine heard on the radio was a message that took him by surprise.

"Citizens of the British Empire! We bring you distressing news. Just now, our beloved Her Majesty the Queen and His Highness the Prince have been taken hostage by a criminal from Hong Kong and are currently on the Elizabeth Tower!"

"Downing Street has dispatched negotiators. Please continue listening to our program for firsthand, live updates!"

Constantine jumped to his feet, pushing the table in front of him forward by a large step.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't have any admiration for the Queen. Although he was a true-blue Englishman, Constantine, who had seen it all, had absolutely no affection for the Queen.

After all, who would like a lineage of rulers in the underworld whose KDA far surpasses Hitler's?

However, Constantine's spiritual vision gave him a strong warning: what did this matter have to do with him?

Constantine grabbed his coat and put it on, then took a piece of toast from Chase and stuffed it into his mouth before grabbing his assistant and leaving.

"Quick, let's go to Big Ben!"

……

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. The Tower of London is falling down, my dear lady~~~"

At the top of Big Ben in Westminster Palace, Tsugumi stood atop the 95-meter-high building, gazing at the foggy city. She seemed quite relaxed and cheerful, humming a little tune, and using her Force to levitate and flip the silver coins in her hand.

“Sir, I think we can talk…”

Beside him, on the protruding platform of the clock area, sat a mother and son. A middle-aged woman wearing a crown spoke fearfully to Tsurugi, while next to her sat a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who was almost fainting and dared not look down.

"Talk? Talk about what?"

Dongjiang stopped humming a little tune, looked down at the famous, long-reigning Queen Elizabeth and Prince Charles beside her, and said jokingly.

"If God wants you to die at midnight, who dares to keep you alive until dawn? Your Majesty, it's not me who has ruined you, it's this world that has ruined you!"

Queen Elizabeth trembled and could not speak; she still did not understand what had happened.

She was simply in Buckingham Palace with her husband, Prince Philip, checking their son's recent grades when this Asian man burst in, covered in blood, amidst a clattering noise.

He slapped Philip away from a distance, smearing him all over the wall, then grabbed the mother and child and went to the Elizabeth Tower.

This was an unprecedented event for the British royal family, something that had never happened since William the Conqueror. It was a humiliation of the Jingkang Incident and the Southern Tour of the Two Emperors!

"Okay, no joke, your agent messed with me." Tsugumi spread her hands.

"That so-called top agent, Galahad? Lancelot? It doesn't matter. In short, I'm just taking revenge legally and legitimately."

“I can compensate you for your losses, sir, and also let the culprit…”

"Oh, oh, oh, that won't work." Tsugumi said with a smile.

"I don't know if they'll survive, but I could kill them easily. Why be so hasty? Why the hell can't I make things bigger!"

He waved his hand and laughed loudly.

"Since you are the queen, you should be responsible for your people! Their stupidity is your stupidity, their overstepping is your overstepping. You enjoy the people's offerings, so naturally you must pay the price for all their sins!"

"But this is not fair..." the young prince said, his face flushed, as he tried to argue.

"What's unfair about it?" he asked, looking at the prince with an evil smile.

"Have you ever said you were fair to those you colonized? Have you ever said you were fair to those countries harmed by your country's unethical strategies? Would you say you were fair to the homeless on the streets?"

"Hahahaha, those who rule the people enjoy pleasures that surpass those of the people! So naturally they must bear the consequences of the people's mistakes. Isn't that perfectly reasonable!"