A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 460 The Truth About the Ascension Project

"Blazing... Seraphim..."

Constantine's mind went blank, and he swallowed subconsciously.

Those are the envoys of the highest rank in heaven, the only seven Seraphs under the throne of God!

He had once been lucky enough to deal with one of the seraphs, so even how powerful these supreme beings were, just the coercion released was enough to destroy a city with hundreds of thousands of people gathered.

No matter how much dark magic Wilbur knows and how much forbidden knowledge he possesses, he is still only a human being after all. How about a sacred creature imprisoned in such a disgusting place full of profanity?

"Constantine..."

"Constantine..."

"Constantine..."

The calling voice became more and more clear.

Constantine was slightly taken aback, and found that the woman in the culture tank opened her eyes through the turbid fresh blood.

shuh~

At this moment, everything seemed to stand still.

Constantine has felt this power, and he knows that this is the unique 'still time' of angels.

In the past, when Gabriel occasionally appeared in front of him, he would often stop the flow of time around him. The advantage was to prevent mortals from seeing the angel's true face, so as to avoid unnecessary troubles in the future.

However, right now is better than time being stopped.

What he is even more curious about now is which one of the seven seraphs is the imprisoned seraphim in front of him.

Seraphim's eyes are extremely pure, like emeralds that have been meticulously crafted by God's craftsmen without any blemishes, but if you look closely, you can find that there is a dazzling circle around the edge of those emerald green pupils. The golden flame, like hot and hot lava, is slowly flowing in the eyes.

"Konstantin...you are finally here."

Seraphim's pupils moved slowly and fixed on Constantine, flashing a look of pain mixed with it.

Across the culture tank and the dirty blood, the angel's voice sounded directly in his mind, which made Constantine stunned for half a second, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face: "It's you... who have been calling me ?"

"Yes... I'm calling you."

The pain in Seraphim's eyes became more intense, and he said very weakly: "I need your strength to save me from here, there is no time, Constantine, I... can't last long , they... are polluting me."

"Wait... Pollution?"

A flash of light flashed in Constantine's mind, and he suddenly thought of a terrible idea. He couldn't help but gasped: "So the people who died here and those suffering souls are all for corrupting and polluting you?"

"That's right... because only in this way can I weaken my Seraphim's wings." Seraph said in an airy way: "That man... wants to occupy my body, I can feel it." Its consciousness flows in it, waiting for the moment when I can't hold on."

"I see...I see!"

Constantine had read a lot of black magic, and suddenly realized it after listening to it.

The filthy blood flowing in this cultivation tank came from those human beings who had been tortured to death. For a sacred and pure existence like her, it was tantamount to a great blasphemy, eroding the clean body of God all the time.

But if it's just like this, it still can't pollute a Seraphim.

Seraph's wings, even his symbol, are a powerful source of power given to them by God.

So Wilbur used the second method, which was to collect the tortured and painful souls, mix them into the cultivation tank, and use the spell engraved on the outside to corrode the wings of the Seraphim!

The wailing and screaming of those painful souls, accompanied by endless negative emotions, was like a storm after the mantra was strengthened hundreds of times, constantly impacting Seraph's strong spiritual barrier.

Once Seraph's wings are corrupted and polluted, he will completely lose the protection of the divine power.

And then, it was the opportunity Wilbur was waiting for!

It will completely occupy this divine body created by God, and then become a high god!

Constantine understood everything, and it turned out that this was the so-called 'God Ascension Project'!

Using the evil and filthy power extracted by the dead humans in the city to pollute Seraphim's clean mind and sacred wings, and finally took Seraph's god body as his own, Li Daitao froze and became the God of Angels.

Letting such an evil existence occupy the body of a seraphim, what kind of disaster will happen is simply unimaginable. Just thinking about it, Constantine felt his hair stand on end, and vowed that he would never let Wilbur's plan succeed !

"Wait, I'll rescue you right away!"

Constantine directly took out the Holy Hunter, reloaded it with holy bullets engraved with blessings, and at the same time he did not forget to bargain with Seraphim, saying: "These are the bullets that Gabriel blessed, wait for me to rescue you Now, remember to give me a few more blessings then."

Seraphim didn't speak, maybe he was too weak, but of course it can't be ruled out, it's because he was too shameless.

Soon after the two holy bullets were loaded, Constantine picked up the holy hunter with both hands, aimed at the position above the cultivation tank with two huge black muzzles, and pulled the trigger hard with his index finger.

boom!boom!

Flames spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, and with the huge roar of the firearm, two golden bullets pushed out of the gun chamber, as if piercing the dark dawn.

The corners of Constantine's mouth raised, watching the trajectory of the two golden bullets, and seeing that he was about to touch the cultivation tank, and when he felt that everything was stable, he saw a black shadow flashing beside him, passing by at an even more astonishing speed!

bang——

The bullet stopped in front of the cultivation tank and was firmly stopped by a hand, as if it had hit the metal, sparking a dazzling spark and bursting out with a clear and dull sound.

"I knew it......"

The astonishment on Constantine's face flashed away, and he slowly lowered the holy hunter with his hands. Looking at the face that gradually became clear, he couldn't help sighing, and said, "No matter what I want to do, the accident Always comes faster than planned."

The face has a strong sense of three-dimensionality, with a hooked nose and thin lips, typical Caucasian features, brown hair combed back meticulously, wearing a neat suit, looks very aristocratic.

"Wow~ I'm lucky!"

Constantine whistled and gripped the Holy Hunt tightly.

The face in front of him was the noble man he had seen in the banquet hall of the hotel, and he was also the culprit who caused this disaster, committed heinous crimes, and wanted to become a god with a human body—— Albert Whateley!

"John Constantine..."

Wilbur Whateley's eyes were sinister, and he squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Several times sabotaged my plan, I thought that erasing your memory would minimize the impact, but I didn't expect you to Wake her up, I should have killed you if I had known earlier!"