"A strange request, at least for another spell caster." Madam Xanadu used magic to summon a teapot carved with gold and silver, let it float, poured herself a cup of black tea, and said: "Take the initiative to ask for it."
Ninety-nine out of a hundred of Constantine's men died."
"Since you know my name, you should be able to guess why I'm here." The witch in black robe sat opposite the lady, but turned her attention to the swaying sofa on the other side. She seemed to have noticed,
And said: "There are some things that only Constantine can do."
Although Mrs. Xanadu's sofa looks very good, it was actually bought from Wal-Mart more than ten years ago. The materials that make up it are naturally not rare metals or magic fabrics, but ordinary wood and cotton, plus some steel.
Just bolts.
Although Nimue's magic is superb, it is impossible to trap Constantine for long with these mortal items.
Just as the two women were testing each other and talking in riddles, Constantine, who was trapped inside the sofa, popped out like a clown's head in a scare box.
The sofa fell apart, leaving only rubbish on the floor.
He looked like he had been badly beaten, and he appeared with a bruised nose and face. Despite this, he still leaned against the bookcase on the side and took a posture that he thought was cool. He lowered his head slightly and lit a cigarette:
"Okay, the final mortality rate of customers doesn't sound good, and it doesn't sound like a good thing to say to attract customers, but why don't everyone think about the good news? Isn't there still one person alive?"
Well, the final survivor is often the driver.
The strange woman smiled and shook her head slightly, as if she didn't take it to heart at all:
"I believe I am the one who can survive."
"Haha, then we have reached a consensus, madam." Constantine smiled crookedly, holding a cigarette and walked to the side of the table to lean against: "Then tell me why you are looking for me? I don't remember seeing you like this.
The beauty appears on our earth."
Constantine didn't drink much tonight, so he thought his memory was trustworthy. This strange witch carried a special energy. If he had seen it before, he would definitely have an impression.
"I am not a person on this planet, or it can be said that I am not a world." The woman crossed her legs, and her high black leather boots shone in the candlelight: "Our world is called Etania, where,
Constantine, you are a character in a story."
Constantine took a deep breath, and the smoke made him squint his eyes.
When he looked up at the woman, she looked at him calmly.
"Well, Etania, I still remember the book I read when I was a kid, and you are a character in the story to me too."
Although he still smiled and smoked on the surface, in fact, Zha Kang had various thoughts in his mind. What if this woman was really the witch Linn he knew, and she really came from Etania...
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Things may be a bit complicated, at least not to the extent that he can handle it alone.
Mrs. Xanadu looked at the scum and then at the guests. Her predictions only went so far. What would happen next? Why did she feel an inexplicable sense of fear in her heart?
The visitor with a powerful aura like a queen stood up and looked outside through the window of the shop. There were scenes of snowflakes falling everywhere, but in her opinion, it was more like some kind of countdown.
The snow began to crawl.
"We are surrounded, maybe this is not a good place to chat?" The witch turned to look at Zha Kang, but the man holding the cigarette still looked calm at this time.
This time, many large white mice emerged from the snow. They wore ice masks on their heads that looked like crystal skulls, and their eyes exuded a faint red light.
Within a few seconds of speaking, the streets were already crawling with these monsters. Each rat was as long as an adult man's forearm excluding the tail, and there were even visible muscles on its limbs.
"Actually, I expected this, but they can't rush in for the time being." Constantine pointed to the store door with a cigarette between his fingers: "I arranged the purple light array, ladies, just when none of you knew it.
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Mrs. Xanadu knew, she was just too lazy to say it.
Before entering the door, Zha Kang spat on the porch. He himself was a terminal lung cancer patient, so there would be blood in the mucus he coughed up.
That is demon blood, a natural high-quality spell-casting material.
Then he used the soles of his shoes to step on the sticky phlegm and smear it everywhere, which was actually the process of drawing the magic circle with blood.
No one stipulates that you must use your hands to draw a magic circle. If you like, you can actually use your tongue or eyeballs to doodle.
Just like what Constantine said, the ice and snow rats began to hit the doors and windows here one after another, and many of them were killed on the spot. The sound sounded like firecrackers.
But no mice flinched. They seemed to be manipulated by someone and only attacked Zatanna's shop. Even though the fortune-telling shop across the road that was trying to steal business was open, they seemed not to see it.
"Not bad ability." Looking at the mice hitting the lavender barrier in the air one by one, Linn acted quite calmly: "But in our world, we spell casters are called mystics, who use energy to cast spells.
The approach is completely different.”
"As long as it's easy to use, why do you care about the title?" Constantine took out a small wine bottle from his pocket and took a sip: "By the way, you speak English very well."
"This is called Etanian in our world." The witch left the window, now that she had found Constantine, she seemed much more relieved.
As a protective magic, the purple light magic circle can be said to be a spell often used by Zha Kang. He can use this to fight against other spell casters. Naturally, it is not difficult to block some big rats.
It's just that there are too many rats, and they are constantly emerging from the snow. This is a big problem. The energy contained in blood is not infinite.
"I once saw people being eaten alive by rats. From then on, I made up my mind to never let myself be killed by rats."
Constantine reached into his windbreaker and pulled it out, conjuring a golden key. He walked to the door of the bathroom and continued talking regardless of Gabriel who was bathing naked inside:
"So we should evacuate. They are almost endless, and the improvised magic circle cannot withstand it for long."
And just when he was about to stab something with the key, a scream of air movement came from the street, followed by a violent impact that made everyone jump.
The rats on the street were the first to bear the brunt, being smashed and disintegrated one after another, and the ice and snow were blown into the air dozens of meters high.
Amidst the roar like an avalanche, a long-haired figure holding a shield and a long sword walked towards the Tarot Divination Shop, fighting left and right to cut a path, and hit the shock wave with a bracelet in front of the window, knocking away everything in front of him.
The mice asked the people inside through the glass: