But the voodoo sorcerer Midnight is no fool and will be easily persuaded by Constantine.
This guy is black from face to heart.
Especially the hands, which were darker than Constantine's hands, and the black ones were starting to turn green.
Voodoo, the origin of voodoo sorcerers, or voodoo, is of course not evil. The word voodoo refers to spirits.
Good and universal ancestor worship and nature worship.
It wasn’t until the poor people were put on the ship to America that voodoo and voodoo completely changed their taste.
But not many people care about this origin anymore.
Because Voodoo has long welcomed a strong man, a man strong enough to rival the Supreme Mage.
So at this time, Midnight was facing Constantine, but his eyes were flickering.
Midnight is not afraid of Constantine. If Constantine's brain was not really useful, he would not have the slightest cooperative relationship with Constantine.
Sometimes bad luck is really contagious.
And Midnight’s biggest supporter is Jericho Durham!
Dr. Voodoo!
Unfortunately, Midnight is his brother.①
This is also an important reason why Midnight dares to remain neutral in the world.
Neither heaven nor hell would want to provoke a man as powerful as the Supreme Mage.
Even the strong man squatted at home when he was studying.
It seems that the powerful guy Cytorak has never been actively provoked. Even the original hell monarchs were cautious when facing Cytorak.
“John, I think you want to taste the bad breath of the resurrected corpse.”
Midnight stared with a pair of eyes, and a dark green light began to glow on his hands again.
Although Midnight is not powerful and unstoppable, he is still much more powerful than Constantine in battle.
Constantine looked at midnight in front of him, and then directly pulled off his shirt.
“Come on, brother. Put your mark on me!”
Constantine’s tone made the veins on Midnight’s forehead jump.
This thing is so annoying!
But he is really capable.
“How can you guarantee my profit? John? Is it by relying on your dry road that has been traveled by countless people?”
As Midnight spoke, a series of strange sounds came out of his mouth.
Cold sweat immediately appeared on Constantine's head.
This is the sound of summoning the resurrected corpse.
“Hey, hey, hey! What are you going to do? Although I don’t mind being passive, I do mind that the active party is a corpse. Is it true that the thing about the resurrected corpse won’t be broken inside my body?”
Constantine's hand quietly grasped his usual thumb.
This thing has taken on a new look after he asked Rasuk for help.
The four letters F`U`C`K are engraved on the front end.
The above biblical verses were directly erased by Rasuk, and incidentally attached with the attribute of divine damage.
This thing is pretty easy to use now, at least much better than a magic wand.
If the reincarnation object Karasim chooses is Constantine, then he can use his iron fist to convince those who interfere with mankind.
It’s a pity that I can’t change it, so I can’t do anything about it.
“Seriously, if you’re going to watch a heavy-mouthed drama, please let me take out my collection of cigarettes first.”
Constantine stared at the midnight in front of him.
He was just talking. Constantine, who had no bottom line, had no intention of having any affair with the resurrected corpse of Voodoo.
The finger tiger on the fist has begun to exude a divine light.
“This is the power you got? Did you choose an angel?”
At midnight, I poured the wine in my hand into my mouth, and then bit the ice cubes until they crunched.
Constantine showed a charming smile: "Are you going to try it yourself? That would be a real honor."
“Ouch!”
A resurrected corpse, which the voodoo sorcerers said was extremely powerful, pounced directly on him.
This thing is more than enough to kill a Balza.
For a demon of that level, Balza may be the last one alive, although living is not as good as being dead.
“Bang~叱~”
Constantine gave a standard uppercut to the abdomen, and after making a punching sound, the body of the resurrected corpse began to burn directly.
The soul floated out from the corpse's sewn mouth, and then disappeared all the way up.
“Is this the power of heaven? Now I’m interested in hearing what you have to say.”
Midnight is not angry at all because he lost a resurrected corpse.
Now that he has seen Constantine's power, he chooses to do the same as usual.
As a less trustworthy ally, Midnight is professional.
As natural as Constantine walking into a gay bar.
Constantine smiled and did not say "This is the power of barbarians".
Going into a trap at midnight.
Then Dr. Voodoo won’t be far away.
Midnight was sacrificed. As a sacrifice to summon a powerful man at the level of the Supreme Mage, Midnight was too good.
Constantine was not sure if he had any hair or anything left behind that was used by voodoo doctors as a medium for curses.
But he was ready.
Him, whose arm was marked by Auriel, is now covered by hope.
If someone can break through the protection of hope and curse him, then he will admit it.
“Don’t say you don’t know the time of the angel’s arrival before.”
Constantine turned sideways and assumed a boxing stance.
Obviously he had no intention of giving up the fight just like that.
This kind of posture in which the front hand hangs on the waist and flashes back and forth, and the back hand protects the chin was specially learned by Constantine from a boxing coach. It is called the Detroit style.
It is said to be very useful.
This is also the first time he has tried to use this posture to fight.
Somewhat nondescript.
But someone is obviously serious about it.
That coach obviously did not teach Constantine carefully.
Because this posture requires extremely high physical conditions.
Being tall is the first step, but to be effective, you also need a pair of long enough arms and strong shoulders.
The jab is a very useful technique, but for Constantine it is just that.
The problem of congenital deficiencies is not easy to make up for.
Midnight looked at Constantine expressionlessly as he kept shaking his front hand in provocation, and turned around.
A large group of newly awakened zombies have appeared in Constantine's sight.
"No matter how powerful the weapon is, it cannot hide the fact that you are a weakling, John." Midnight said with his back to Constantine: "Your physical strength cannot support you to continue fighting, and here is me
In this territory, there are endless things like resurrected corpses.”
Constantine put down his posture and smiled playfully.
“Are you going to take a trip to hell? I think you’re going to like the electric chair.”
Constantine taunted Midnight.
This voodoo sorcerer will not believe him honestly and will definitely look for specific information on his own.
that's enough.
Dr. Voodoo immediately has a reason to go out and fight.
And he, Constantine, will embrace hope and become the vanguard against evil.
As long as the Prius doesn’t object...
…
"Who are you!"
Peggy Carter wore a white coat and faced Dr. Stern in front of her.
His face is not good-looking at all.
Although she looks young again now.
It’s just that no matter who finds out that the only human being in front of them is drinking coffee, it will definitely not be a good feeling.
Dr. Stern's silence struck Agent Carter as a provocation.
“Where is this?”
Agent Carter asked again, this time only getting Dr. Stern's wide, blank eyes.
While testing Dr. Stern in front of her, she felt the difference in her body.
That surging sense of power made her a little uneasy.
No kind person in this world would help a person who is about to die of old age and then leave him alone.
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Hydra will make good use of those who have been transformed. There is no reason why the guy who performed the surgery on her should disappear.
Agent Carter had to keep thinking in his mind.
【Why did Coulson hold me hostage? Has SHIELD not discovered it yet? What happened to me? What should I do now? 】
A series of questions almost turned into bubbles and flew out of Agent Kurt's head.
Dr. Stern responded by drinking his coffee silently, not even glancing at Carter's movements.
It’s a miracle that Dr. Stern still knows how to drink coffee after undergoing a prefrontal lobotomy.
Normally speaking, there is not much difference between people who have undergone this surgery and those who are in a vegetative state.
“Is there a phone here?”
Agent Carter has not given up on getting information from Dr. Stern.
Although she had scanned her surroundings when asking.
But the terrible thing is that there is not even a landline phone in this place.
Suddenly, there was a burst of buzzing sounds, and a picture appeared on the only relatively intact display screen not far away.
“Ms. Peggy Carter, I want to play a game with you.”
Mordoc's big face appeared above.
Peggy Carter frowned and looked at the screen with an unhappy expression.
“I’ve seen Saw, and it’s nothing like what you imitated.”
Peggy Carter sneered mercilessly, with a bit of contempt on her face.
"Now you and Dr. Stern are both in this place, and in the end only one can survive. Now, great Agent Carter, as the best spy agent, do you want to prove to me that you are righteous?"
Mordoc's voice didn't even pause.
By this time, Agent Carter also confirmed that the scene in front of him was just a pre-recorded video.
“If you can be the lucky one, I will find a way to visit you in the next time and solve your lifespan problem.
As for whether you will have this opportunity, I'm not sure. But I think you will thank me."
Mordoc's influence finished speaking and then disappeared.
Peggy Carter felt like the corners of her eyes were beating.
This kind of task request was too general, and she doubted whether Murdoc was powerful enough to do it.
