The Witrum of the Marvel Universe

Caught completely off guard, the driver vomited violently, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at the slender girl.

……

When I saw Constantine again, the man looked much more haggard and his face was full of worry.

He was still wearing a black trench coat, and a small mountain of cigarette butts was piled up at his feet.

"Keep smoking, keep smoking, you're going to get lung cancer sooner or later." The driver started scolding him as soon as they met.

"Really? Then I can have a threesome with the hot succubus."

As he spoke, Zha Kang didn't forget to light another cigarette for himself; his last cigarette had been gone for a long time, about 30 seconds ago.

At this moment, he noticed the two young men behind the driver and frowned deeply, saying, "Didn't I tell you to contact All-Round Hero? Why did you bring back two burdens?"

Leon reached out to stop the driver, indicating that he would speak for him.

He first waved the golden knuckle duster that Constantine had given him last time, then snapped his fingers, and a small purple dragon flew out of Katie's arms and landed on his shoulder, opening its mouth to spew a burst of dragonfire at Constantine.

"Trust me, Mr. Constantine, we will not let you down."

Upon seeing this mythical purple dragon, Constantine's pupils contracted. He gave the two of them a deep look and said meaningfully, "Then I hope you won't regret it."

I just hope that if things go wrong, the kid's father can save the day in time.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be afraid of death, because neither hell nor heaven wants him, so he can only live a shameless life; but those two little devils are in a terrible situation.

Constantine said solemnly, "When we go inside, you two must not speak or make a move. Just follow my instructions, understand?"

Standing in front of the large slaughterhouse, Leon and Katie exchanged a glance. "What's locked up inside?"

"An ancient god who has been starving for a long time..."

This large slaughterhouse, built in the 1980s, is now over thirty years old.

Many of the components inside were rusty and worn out, and the floorboards creaked and groaned underfoot. The air was filled with the stench of meat, as if the smell had seeped into every floorboard and every corner.

"This awful smell... could an ancient god really live in here?" Katie covered her nose, stepped on the greasy ground, and listened to the roar of the old machines from the slaughterhouse not far away, suppressing her nausea as she asked.

Chapter 14 The Fallen Old God

She felt that she didn't have to do anything here; just by smelling the greasy air, she could gain three pounds in a month.

“It seems our ancient god isn’t doing so well right now; he doesn’t even care that his house has been turned into a latrine,” Leon shrugged.

"Congratulations, you guessed right."

Constantine walked deeper into the area, saying nonchalantly, "Because no one has offered sacrifices to this ancient god for so long, he's become extremely weak. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare bring you two little kids here to be delivered as food."

As they were talking, Constantine went to the corner and smashed a wooden board with force. It turned out to be hollow underneath, with a dark space of at least a hundred square meters.

Above are the pipes used to transport the bones.

Every day, dozens or even hundreds of processed animal bones fall into this underground space through the gaps in the pipes.

Constantine jumped first, followed by Leon and Katie.

The driver stayed outside.

Their arrival seemed to have attracted something from the darkness, and a rustling sound came from the shadows.

"I never imagined that the legendary Old Gods would stoop so low as to hide in slaughterhouses, extracting energy from the bones of dead animals," Constantine said calmly.

A gust of evil wind suddenly rushed towards us, and a dark shadow burst forth like lightning, like a withered mummy skeleton.

Leon remembered Constantine's words and did not make a move.

The Old God instantly rushed in front of Constantine. When the ape-like claws grasped Constantine's palm, the exorcism magic circle engraved on Constantine's palm immediately lit up with a red light, which was so dazzling in the darkness.

White mist billowed from the center, and the thin, ancient god roared, "What do you know? My followers have betrayed me! The world has forgotten me! If I had killed you thirty thousand years ago, it would have been as easy as crushing an ant!"

"Your soul is full of sin, and eating you will replenish our energy."

The Old God ignored Constantine's exorcism array, grabbed his head with one hand, and as his head was about to explode into a watermelon, Constantine cried out in agony, "I have five plump demon souls here, they want to seize your territory and build a new hell on earth."

“If you don’t deal with them now, and wait until they succeed, you won’t just be crawling around here eating animal bones anymore; you’ll become their food too!”

Upon hearing this, the thin, old god suddenly released his grip on Constantine's hand.

Neither five delicious demon souls nor the fact that the other party is about to poop on my head are allowed to exist!

One day he will return, surrounded by believers, and be re-crowned as a god.

This land has only one owner—and that owner is €€!

He said coldly, "Help me find those five demons, and I won't kill you."

……

On the road.

The driver was driving, while the short, ancient god, like a mummy, sat obediently in the passenger seat.

Constantine, Leon, and Katie sat in the back seat, creating a harmonious scene.

Of course, this excludes the driver's constantly sweating forehead and Constantine's tense body.

Katie held onto Leon's little hand tightly, her palms sweaty, ready to activate her powers and escape with him at any moment.

As for Leon, one can only say that the legendary scoundrel Kang truly lives up to his reputation.

With two open mouths, they can fool angels so much they lose their bearings and make demons in hell run themselves ragged.

This is a true reflection of Constantine.

This guy even fooled Mephisto, the lord of hell.

You should know that usually it's the devil who deceives others, not others who deceive the devil.

Constantine's magic can only rank second; his deception is number one.

He managed to convincing an ancient god to wage war against five powerful demons—what a ridiculous idea, a dog-eat-dog battle! And he actually succeeded…

"arrive."

A long-abandoned church, where the other great demons had already been lured here by Constantine through various tricks.

He even hired people to sprinkle a ring of holy water around the outside.

Constantine personally opened the door for the Old God and witnessed him walk through the church doors.

“We shouldn’t go in. There’s holy water I’ve sprinkled outside. Only here can we avoid being affected by their battle.”

Constantine took out a cigarette, lit it silently, took a puff, and squinted at the church in front of him, as if he were looking at a work of art.

"Kid, hopefully you can handle it if something unexpected happens later."

boom!!!

Moments later, a massive explosion occurred inside, and the dilapidated church was engulfed in flames.

Amidst the fire, beneath the statue of the Virgin Mary, the shadows cast by the firelight vaguely reveal five large and one small figures engaged in fierce combat.

The earth is cracking open, flowing with lava from hell; the red sun shines down—this is the manifestation of the power of an evil god…

However, when these aftershocks encountered the outermost layer of holy water barrier, they were immediately blocked inside and could not flow out.

Constantine's barrier magic is extremely powerful; when used at full power, it can even withstand a true god!

For some reason, Constantine was extremely reluctant to use magic.

The four waited outside until there was no sound from inside the church.

"Let's go in and take a look!"

Constantine finished his eighth cigarette, tossed the butt aside, and swaggered inside.

Within the charred ruins, the five great demons had turned to ashes, and half of the body of the ancient evil god had been destroyed, leaving only the upper half lying motionless on the ground.

Upon seeing Constantine enter, he eagerly stretched out his desiccated, corpse-like hand.

"Quickly, send me back to the slaughterhouse as agreed. I need a large number of animal skeletons to restore my health."

"Please, hurry up, I can't hold on any longer."

Constantine watched this scene indifferently, a smile playing on his lips; the plan had succeeded.

He kicked away the Old God's hand with disdain and said, "Don't rush, I'll send you to your death right now."

"what?!"

The ancient god seemed incredulous, roaring, "How dare you break your promise? We signed a contract!"

“A promise?” Constantine chuckled. “Old man, why don’t you go out and ask around? I, Constantine, never keep promises, especially not to the devil.”

"As for the contract?"

Constantine unbuttoned his forearm, revealing the pact marks he had made with several lords of hell, and laughed, "Sorry, Mephisto doesn't dare take my soul."

Constantine deceived several of the most powerful lords of Hell into signing indentures with him simultaneously, including Mephisto.

This means that once he dies, the demons will want his soul, and the most powerful lords of hell will surely start a great war throughout hell for his valuable soul.

No hell lord could afford such a loss, so they could only watch helplessly as he took advantage of their position.

It's true that all the lords of hell hated Constantine to the core, and it's also true that they dared not let him die.