A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 459 Imprisoned Angel

"Nexia, I don't understand..."

Constantine couldn't bear to see those people's misery again, took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his teeth were almost bitten to pieces, and said: "Wilbur Whateley built this factory, could it be that he just wanted to torture Are they satisfying their perverted desires?"

"Do you still remember the Ascension Plan mentioned in the manuscript?" Nexia asked.

"Remember, from a literal analysis, it should be Wilbur's plan to use it to become a god?" Constantine recalled the content mentioned in the manuscript, although there are not many specific descriptions about "going to the gods" , we can see some clues.

Wilbur Whateley seems to have obtained endless knowledge and mana from the books passed down by his family, thus becoming a powerful black magician, proficient in many lost dark magics that he has never heard of.

Magic is a double-edged sword.

Constantine had personally learned this truth a long time ago. Newcastle's experience told him that the stronger the power, the more restrictions there would be, and even a single carelessness would lead to results contrary to his own wishes.

It is not difficult to believe that a nobleman who has never been in the magic field will inevitably change his temperament after acquiring such a complex dark magic, especially since he once performed a certain mysterious ritual to obtain endless knowledge from it.

It was this wrong behavior that led to Wilbur's decision to become a god.

Although Constantine was not clear about how the so-called ascension to the gods would be carried out and what the specific rituals were, he was certain that the price Wilbur had to pay was definitely not something he could afford.

"What does the Ascension to God Project have to do with these ordinary people?"

Constantine was very confused and said: "I have also dabbled in dark magic. With the greediness of those dimensional demon gods, the population of a mere city can't satisfy their appetite at all. Unless half of the earth's people can be sacrificed, otherwise How could it be possible to help him become a god?"

"You're only half right."

Nexia raised her hand to lift a strand of black hair from her temples, and said lightly: "Wilbur is not proficient in black magic, but another kind of more evil magic. These people don't use it as a sacrifice, but use to suffer."

A shocked and puzzled expression flashed across Konstantin's face: "But...why is this?"

"Because only these tormented and painful souls can help him complete the most important part of his plan to ascend to the gods." Nexia gave him a meaningful look, and said: "Only those born in the filth and evil, full of Tormented souls of torment may contaminate that being."

"Pollution... that one exists?"

Constantine was startled suddenly when he heard the words, feeling vaguely that he had forgotten something.

"Constantine..."

"Constantine..."

"Constantine..."

The seemingly indistinct voice that echoed in his ears just now seemed to become a little clearer now. That voice has always lingered in the depths of his mind, repeating his name incessantly.

"Hey, Nexia..."

Constantine's complexion changed slightly, and he turned to the girl beside him for confirmation: "Someone is calling my name, did you hear me?"

"No, I can't hear you."

Nexia shook her head, indicating that she didn't hear it, but then she changed the subject and said suddenly: "But the voice calling you is indeed real, and only you can hear it, so don't be too nervous .”

It turned out that it was not a hallucination caused by his exhaustion!

Konstantin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if something was coming out of it, he couldn't help clenching his teeth and trembling with his head in his arms, ten fingers were deeply inserted into the roots of his hair, and his breathing became rapid up.

A strange sense of disobedience quietly spread from the bottom of my heart.

All the surrounding scenery suddenly became illusory and hazy in his eyes, and countless overlapping phantoms appeared, a strange memory that he had never had before flashed across his mind like lightning!

"Newcastle... I remember!"

Constantine read the place name, and a gleam of light gradually appeared in his confused eyes: "I... came back to this place to save the little girl Astra, but I... Seems like you forgot something?"

"The second memory is triggered."

Nexia nodded slightly, her pink lips heaved a sigh of relief, she patted her chest and said, "Fortunately, you remembered it in time, there is still time, let's go to the next place as soon as possible."

"No wonder you haven't reminded me that the trigger is my memory?" Konstantin covered his head with one hand, the effect of the pain was still there, and said with a cold air in his mouth, "If I don't recover my memory, can I Means, there's nothing we can do to stop Wilbur?"

"At least, the future as I know it, yes."

Nexia's eyes were a little sad, and said: "If you have not recovered your memory after getting here, then our chances of winning in the end will be infinitely close to zero."

"Then what are the chances now?" Constantine asked curiously.

Nexia thought for a while and said, "50%... is already very high."

"Half and half...okay."

Hearing this, Constantine regained his spirits and smiled optimistically: "At least the probability is much higher than when I bet with the devil."

While the two were talking, they had reached the deepest part of the factory.

A huge iron gate stands in front of it, engraved with a huge amount of complicated spells, just looking at it is enough to make people dizzy, let alone deciphering or understanding the meanings symbolized by these spells.

"Is that Wilbur guy still human?!"

Constantine just glanced at it and felt his head was going to explode, so he raised his hands directly: "Don't expect me to be able to open this iron door, I can't even understand what is written on it."

"No, just leave it to me."

Nexia slowly pulled out the Zanpakuto from her waist, with a solemn look on her cold expression, she said, "After I open this iron gate, Wilbur Whateley will appear immediately, I I will do my best to hold it back for you, and the rest is up to you.”

"Gudong..."

Constantine was infected by her seriousness, swallowed his saliva and said, "Wait, it seems that you haven't told me yet, what exactly do you want me to do?"

"When you go in, you will know." Nexia looked back into his eyes and said.

"That's why you trust me?" Constantine suddenly panicked, what if he didn't know?

But unfortunately, Nexia did not answer him, and walked towards the iron gate step by step. The slender blade glowing with white opalescence, in this dark environment, released a soothing spiritual pressure, and said: Quietly read:

"All things travel against each other, and a hundred generations pass by, like a flying shadow, to spend time in sorrow and leisure."

"Its life is like floating, its death is like resting."

"Swastika - Floating Life!"

The next moment, the iron gate shattered.

"go!"

Nexia shouted clearly.

boom!

The spiritual pressure brewed by Constantine's feet suddenly exploded at this moment, galloping past like lightning, brushing Nexia's side, and rushing straight into the shattered iron door.

boom--

Earth-shattering violent vibrations, accompanied by billowing air waves rushing from behind!

Constantine didn't dare to look back at all, and rushed forward recklessly. He knew that as long as he hesitated, he would be completely torn into pieces by the gnawing cold gaze behind him!

The iron gate is still a dark passage.

He didn't know how long he had been running, but he didn't see a glimmer of light until he felt a burning pain in his lungs.

A majestic vitality came continuously, and at the same time, the voice calling him became more and more clear at this time.

Finally, he came to the end.

A jar-shaped culture tank soaked in bright red blood was suspended in the air by countless iron chains engraved with mantras, and the channels that absorbed the painful soul were connected into the thing from all directions.

Being imprisoned in the training tank turned out to be a woman!

It was a woman with an overpowering appearance, her scattered blond hair was extremely conspicuous in the blood, she was wearing a gorgeous golden battle armor dress, her face was as white as jade, as if there were no flaws carved out of ice crystals, and her tall nose bridge was perfect The dividing line, the two red lips are plump and thin, and the eyes are closed tightly as if in deep sleep.

But if it's just that, it's not enough to shock the old driver Constantine.

What really shocked him so much that his scalp was numb and his feet felt cold was that there were six sacred and pure huge wings growing on the back of that woman!

This is... a Seraph imprisoned!