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Chapter 119 God said, “Let there be light.”

The open space on the ninth floor of a skyscraper in the metropolis.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and the pungent stench of blood.

Countless black ash resembling burnt lime were scattered on the ground, and shoes made a dull sound when they stepped on them.

Zatanna looked at the mess in the hall and the two large holes blasted into the left wall.

"Gurgle."

The woman swallowed hard. She couldn't believe that her former playmate was so powerful, like a monster, that she could actually "go toe-to-toe" with the Heavenly King Gabriel.

A cold night wind blew through the drafty wall, and Zatanna shivered as she recalled what she had to do.

Angela, her face contorted in pain, lay struggling on the cold floor.

But the wriggling head on the smooth abdomen sent shivers down one's spine.

"Don't forget why we're here."

Constantine stubbed out his cigarette, then, with a swagger, tossed his trench coat and walked toward Angela.

Next, he will work with Zatanna to set up an exorcism array to banish the demon son Mammon from the mortal realm, sending him back to where he belongs.

"Help, help me!"

Angela, who had been in despair, struggled to turn her head. When she saw Constantine walking towards her, a bright will to survive shone in her eyes.

She didn't want to die; she wanted to live.

Constantine crouched down, looking at the grotesque human face writhing inside the belly.

Seemingly sensing Constantine's gaze, the grotesque face beneath the belly fat struggled even more frantically, revealing the depth of its hatred for Constantine.

"Don't worry, ma'am, as long as you cooperate with us, there won't be any problems."

Constantine glanced at the situation, casually offered a word of comfort to Angela, and then stood up again to look at the magic circle in the hall.

Constantine's gaze swept across the magical patterns on the floor, and he quickly figured out that these demons were using an ancient and complicated demon summoning ritual.

But its greatest advantage is that it allows demons to retain all their power when they descend to earth.

"A trivial skill."

Constantine uttered an Eastern idiom, then glanced at Zatanna.

"Let's begin."

Two outstanding young monks stood on either side of Angela.

They spread their hands out, palms facing up.

Intricate and ornate magical arcane symbols outlined beautiful and elegant golden lines that enveloped Angela.

Constantine and Zatanna recited exorcism incantations together.

As the speech quickened, the golden lines shone brightly, and the monster's head inside Angela's belly let out a shrill scream.

As for Angela?

The moment the demon struggled wildly, it was overwhelmed by the intense pain and fainted.

"demon!"

Constantine's tone grew increasingly impassioned, "In the name of the Father, I demand your withdrawal."

Before Constantine could finish saying "scatter," he heard Zatanna scream from the other side.

"Behind you! Constantine!?"

"behind?"

Constantine instinctively turned his head.

But what awaited him was a spearhead radiating a cold light and a holy aura.

"Pfft!"

The spearhead pierced Constantine's chest cavity, and crimson blood gushed from the wound like a burst dam.

He collapsed in pain, Constantine clutching his wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

The black trench coat was also stained red with blood, making it look extremely disheveled.

Constantine struggled to keep his eyelids open; the symptoms of excessive blood loss made him dizzy, and he stared intently at the figure that had attacked him.

The skin was ugly and rotting, with green pits, and the hair that should have been thick was completely barren.

This is a veritable demon, who, having miraculously survived the battle between Gino and Gabriel, seized his opportunity.

"Fool, Constantine!"

Balsazar smiled with lingering pleasure.

"Balzaza!" Constantine tried to stand up, but his legs felt like they had been ripped out of their tendons and he couldn't move them.

On the other side, the magic circle was violently destroyed, and Zatanna, who was casting the spell, also suffered damage and backlash.

The girl was pale, her legs were trembling and she could not stand. She was weak and powerless, and she collapsed to the ground unconscious with a "thud".

This magical backlash inflicts profound damage on mages.

This is like someone punching you hard in the stomach when you're about to cross the finish line in a 1000-meter race; you need time to recover.

"Lord Mammon!"

Balthazar ignored Constantine and the other man, his figure shifting as he transformed into a rising black mist that enveloped Angela.

"I'll send you to this world right now!"

A hideous, pus-dripping demonic arm materialized from the black mist, its sharp spearhead piercing the woman's belly.

The next instant, as the Spear of Longinus pierced Angela's abdomen, an invisible yet terrifying pressure exploded out in an instant.

An intense aura of evil swept through the room.

Countless crimson wisps of mist appeared out of nowhere around the hall.

"The light is shining."

Constantine laboriously raised the engraved pattern on his right hand to activate the magic.

By the dim light of the magical lamp, he saw a strangely proportioned, emaciated creature slowly walking towards him from the depths of the blood mist.

"Shhhhh~"

A sharp, eerie laugh echoed through the hall. A chilling atmosphere filled the air, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Constantine, countless days and nights, I have longed to see you."

"And now, my dream has finally come true."

Blood mist surged, and a pair of thick, pale arms emerged from the thick fog.

Its ten fingers are covered with strong, sharp, green, poisonous claws.

A head with a twisted and ferocious face was revealed.

If Gino were here, he would definitely joke, "What a Voldemort with a nose!" Yes, just like Voldemort's appearance, Mammon's head is less like a head and more like a skull covered with thin skin. His eye sockets, which are so sunken that they could fit an entire billiard ball, are even more terrifying.

"Damn it."

Constantine pursed his lips and watched the demon son slowly walk towards him.

He had already anticipated everything he would face next.

As a workaholic in the world of exorcism, Constantine personally banished half of the demons in Hell.

Now, when Mammon kills him, he too will go to hell and suffer endless torment.

"No, there must be some other way, there must be some other way."

Constantine's eyes darted around frantically; he knew that all he lacked now was time.

Gino is fighting Gabriel. Although he doesn't know how strong Gabriel is and how he's taking a physical exorcism approach (killing demons with fists and strength), Constantine believes it's only a matter of time before Gino wins.

What I need to do is buy myself the time it takes for Gino to get back.

"You think you can take me to hell?"

Constantine's lips curled into an indignant smile.

He picked up a sharp piece of cement from the ground.

Then gently swipe across your wrist.

Constantine remained unfazed as he watched the blood flow from his wrist.

At the same time, the demon Mammon opened its mouth, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, and lunged at Constantine.

But then, a series of heavenly chants began.

A ray of golden light seemed to fall from the sky, and the originally sacred singing became deep and somber.

Everything around him froze for a moment, and a playful voice seemed to echo from the depths of Constantine's heart: "Hello, John."

(End of this chapter)