The Wittrum of the Marvel Universe

Peter looked up.

“They cannot be used to control me.”

"It's over."

Click!

The black crystals shattered completely.

Boom!

The entire hell space suddenly trembled.

Two black chains connecting the Kindred brothers.

It broke at the same time.

"No!"

"impossible!"

The Kindred brothers roared in unison.

Their bodies began to gradually become transparent.

Constantine laughed.

"Success!"

Leon grabbed Number One.

"Let's go back."

"Where you should be."

Number One is struggling frantically.

"Let me go!"

"Mephisto will not let you get away with this!"

Leon's gaze was icy.

"I'll wait."

He suddenly struck with his palm.

Golden flames suddenly erupted.

Number One's figure was blasted directly into the depths of hell.

On the other side.

Number Two wanted to escape.

Chapter 158 Terminal Illness

But Peter pulled him back with a spider web.

"Didn't you like coming back?"

Peter stood before him.

"Then stay here."

Constantine raised his hand.

A massive magic circle unfolded on the ground.

"In the name of hell."

"By the covenant of the soul."

"Use your own anchors as locks."

"now……"

“Go back to where you belong.”

Boom!

A tremendous force erupted.

The Kindred brothers were both bound by black chains.

The two struggled frantically.

But they could never return to the human world.

last.

A golden flame descended from the sky.

They were driven to the depths of hell.

A dark gate.

It shut down abruptly.

The whole world.

Finally, it quieted down.

Peter stood still.

He was panting.

"Is it over?"

Constantine looked at the now-closed gates of hell.

"At least this time."

Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

Leon remained silent.

He looked into the depths of hell.

A moment of silence.

"Let's go."

"This is not a place for us."

……

New York.

early morning.

The first ray of sunlight pierced through the tall building.

Peter stood on the roof.

Remove the mask.

The sunlight fell on his face.

This was the first time he had felt this way.

That night.

It seems to be really over.

"Thank you."

Leon looked at him.

Why are you thanking me?

"If it weren't for you..."

Peter smiled.

"I may continue to be trapped by those dreams."

Leon shook his head.

"The one who truly emerges is yourself."

Peter paused for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"Maybe."

At this moment.

Constantine came up from behind.

"The two of you."

"Are you done talking?"

Peter turned around.

"What's up?"

Constantine pointed to the sky.

"The sun is out."

"And I..."

He yawned.

"I haven't slept for two days in a row."

Peter couldn't help but laugh.

"You need to sleep too?"

"Of course."

Constantine rolled his eyes at him.

"I'm not a monster like you."

Leon turned around.

"gone."

Peter put his mask back on.

"Where?"

"go home."

"And then?"

Leon said calmly:

"sleep."

Peter paused for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"That's true."

Two figures.

One in front of the other.

Jump down from the rooftop.

Spider silk streaks across the sky.

A golden figure followed closely behind.

And behind them.

Constantine stood on the edge of the roof.

Light the last cigarette.