"Hey, Matthew, what do you think of this guy just being left here like this?"
Luke was playing with Balza's head in his hand, looking very excited.
"Crush him quickly. What are you going to do if you leave him here?"
Matthew changed out of his combat uniform and said a little tiredly.
I don't know why, but Matthew always feels uncomfortable during this time.
It was as if something else closely related to him was happening.
"I can be your consultant! I know a lot of occult things, you can ask me at any time!"
Balza shouted with all his strength, now he was a little frightened.
Luke looked at Balza's fearful expression and felt a little moved.
"Sounds good, can you tell me if angel kidneys are edible?"
Luke asked casually.
"Luke!"
Matthew was a little nervous and shouted Luke's name loudly.
"I know, I'm not a beast, I just care a little."
Luke's arm holding Balza's head waved casually, making the poor devil dizzy.
"Strictly speaking, an angel's body is just a collection of energy, and it doesn't taste like anything."
Balza fought hard against the dizziness. Fortunately, it was unusual for him to be able to speak without a body. He really couldn't vomit.
"When are we going to have trouble with the Hand? I still have to work as a handyman for Bulqueso for a few years."
Luke now no longer thinks it's a bad thing that he works for Bulcasso as a handyman.
Being able to get in close contact with the Barbarian King is a shortcut to becoming stronger for him.
After realizing the power of the equipment, he now has a completely different view of Bulkesso's toys.
"I'll investigate as soon as possible. Are you still going to the previous arms deal?"
Matthew felt a little helpless.
The days spent with Luke made him a little tired.
Although Luke is a trustworthy and good friend, he has some strange thoughts that are difficult to get used to when getting along with him.
"Go, why not go? Isn't our original purpose to eradicate evil?"
Balza acted obediently as his statue, being played with by Luke.
"Then, do you want to eradicate the one on your hand first?"
Luke was stunned when he heard this, holding Balza's head in both hands and hesitated.
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"Ah! I'm not welcome in the Vatican at all. Can I leave first?"
Constantine held a cigarette in his mouth and said to Angel.
Angel should now be called St. Angel, but Constantine didn't care at all.
Religion and belief were worthless things to Constantine.
"You can do whatever you want as long as it's justice."
Angel, who was blessed by God, now has some obvious changes.
The power of the psychic that she had chosen to forget before was transformed into a power with a bit of an angelic flavor under the illumination of the holy light.
At least she's not weak anymore.
"Really, you are not lovable at all now."
Constantine took a deep drag on the cigarette, and then coughed violently.
After the cancer received the energy replenished by the blood bottle, it had reached a point where it was enough to take away his life, but those beings who could change this did not lend a helping hand.
"You can obviously ask the Supreme Mage, or even Bulkesso, they can definitely save your life."
There was a bit of love in Angel's eyes, just like the Virgin in the portrait.
"Angel, kindness is not pure pity. Pity is worthless to others, and I don't need help."
Constantine thought of the scene when Bulcasso pulled out mammon from his stomach, which reminded him of Bulcaisu's method of solving his cancer.
A pair of rough hands penetrated the protection of the ribs in an instant, and then grasped his lungs. With another strong force, he no longer had to suffer from lung cancer.
Then he roughly pokes the crystal bottle into his mouth. If he is unlucky, he will lose a few teeth, and then his body will look brand new.
Constantine quickly shook his head and drove the idea out of his mind.
It's not that he has no way to extend his life, but it will inevitably involve dealing with the devil.
Angels will not help him because of the exchange of benefits he talks about, but demons will.
Those guys are always greedy.
"I want to help you, but all I can do is prevent you from leaving alone at the last moment of your life."
Angel's calm tone expressed her thoughts.
"Okay, I'll send you near the Vatican first, and then you can go find the church by yourself!"
Constantine closed his mouth and smoked silently.
"John Constantine, are you interested in making a deal with me? What you have to give is your soul for me to drive, and I will tell you a way to cure cancer."
An elderly gentleman holding a civilized stick in both hands suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.
"Come on, you have lost the news about your true body, Mephisto."
Constantine's expression was calm as usual, not nervous at all.
Mephisto is no stranger. This guy who likes to make deals to pass the time is sometimes like a philanthropist.
The power of Hell can only be mobilized in the human world. He lacks thugs to collect debts, especially since his thugs have betrayed him more than once.
After Satan is dealt with, the group of guys in hell should shrink and only appear again after finding a flaw.
And the phantom body left in front of me by Mephisto in the human world may not even be able to open the door to hell now.
Constantine gets nothing by signing a contract with this guy.
"Devil? It's such a strange and novel feeling."
Angel, who finally had strength, looked at Mephisto's phantom with a strange feeling.
Angel, who was finally able to feel the extraordinary power, carefully studied the existence in front of him.
"Okay, let's change the conditions. You tell me what happened before, and I tell you the way to treat cancer. I guarantee that it will be effective and not complicated. You will not lose anything if you exchange news for news."
Mephisto's phantom pulled out a parchment scroll from the lining pocket, with mysterious patterns carved on it.
"Okay, put away your tricks, you know I will never sign your name on the contract."
Constantine staggered to the opposite side of Mephisto, then stretched his head over and whispered into Mephisto's ear.
"Satan, also known as Lucifer, is dead! Waiting for rebirth in hell."
"If the girl around you is willing to give up her own strength, she can save your life."
Constantine and Mephisto crossed each other and spoke into each other's ears.
"That ends the exchange of messages, so good luck to you John."
When Mephisto left these words, the traces were immediately lost.
It looked like he was leaving in a hurry.
Constantine stood still for a long time.
"John Constantine, is this solution difficult?"
Angel looked at Constantine in front of him and asked worriedly.