The Wittrum of the Marvel Universe

Chapter 157 Sealing

"I won't listen."

"You will lose more people."

"I won't listen!"

Peter suddenly opened his eyes.

"I said it!"

"Shut up!"

Boom!

The spider's senses suddenly erupted.

Golden sparks flashed around him.

Constantine paused for a moment.

"interesting."

Leon also looked at Peter.

"What's up?"

"His spirit is rebelling."

Constantine smiled.

"very good."

"continue."

Peter took a deep breath.

"I admit I can't save everyone."

"I admit I'm scared."

"I admit it too..."

“I have never truly let them go.”

The shadowy figure began to twist violently.

Both faces turned ferocious at the same time.

"Peter!"

You must not forget us!

"I will not forget."

Peter looked up.

"But I will not live in your death forever either."

Boom!

A huge crack.

Suddenly appearing in the center of the shadows.

Constantine's eyes lit up.

"found it!"

The other end of the crack.

It was a huge, dark palace.

The center of the palace.

A black, heart-like crystal floated in the air.

Countless black chains.

Extending out from the crystal.

Two of them.

Connected to Kindred.

"That's it."

Constantine said.

"Their anchor of immortality."

Leon took a step forward.

"Can it be destroyed?"

Constantine shook his head.

"Ordinary strength won't work."

"What should we do then?"

"Three things are needed."

Constantine raised three fingers.

"The power to enter hell."

"The power to sever the soul contract."

"as well as……"

He looked at Peter.

"A person bound by a contract."

Peter was stunned.

"I?"

"That's right."

Constantine nodded.

"They enter your mind through your fears."

"So your will is also part of their contract."

Leon said:

In other words...

"Can Peter cut their anchor?"

"Theoretically, yes."

Constantine smiled.

"However, I didn't say it was definitely safe."

Leon looked at him.

"You just need to tell me what to do."

Constantine remained silent for a few seconds.

"You're still the same as always."

"what?"

"Knowing it's troublesome."

I still prefer to move forward.

Leon did not answer.

He simply reached out his hand.

The golden flames burned slowly.

"Walk."

……

The Gates of Hell.

Boom!

A golden crack tore open the space.

Leon was the first to step in.

Peter followed closely behind.

Constantine was the last to enter.

The three landed on a desolate piece of land.

Far away.

Countless black mountain ranges stretch to the horizon.

Dark red flames burned in the sky.

Countless strange sounds came from afar.

Peter swallowed.

"so……"

"Is this hell?"

Constantine nodded.

"Welcome to the place you should never have come to."

"..."

Peter looked up.

"Then where do we go?"

Constantine pointed into the distance.

"There."

A huge black palace.

It stands at the end of hell.

Leon squinted.

"They're there."

"That's right."

Boom!

Sudden.

A dark shadow descended from the sky.

The ground shook.

Kindred Number One stood in front of the three.

Then.

Number Two also emerged from the black fog.

Both of them looked at Peter at the same time.

"You've arrived."

Peter did not speak.

Constantine laughed.