"boom"

The deep gunshots echoed in the office.

The golden streamer flashed in the dimensional mirror, and the bullets filled with divine power flew out of the muzzle, hitting the unlucky "lustful" head.

The concrete demon who spread his wings and was enjoying the pleasure of tearing his opponent apart without saying a word. As the body exploded, it turned into dark green smoke and returned to Constantine's body.

The breathless Midnight was holding a golden, old-fashioned Winchester shotgun in his hand.

The gun was covered with sacred spell marks, and there were holy objects decorated as crosses at the top of the barrel.

This thing is Midnight's most proud collection.

No one knows how powerful this thing is on the entire East Coast. Everyone gave this thing a simple nickname, called it "Demon Hunting Gun".

It is very powerful, and one shot can knock out the heads of pure blood demons or angels.

The origin is unknown, but many legends are added.

If it were Constantine in the past, he would have to hide as far as he saw this gun, but now

That's it.

"Bang"

Amid the light laughter, Zhakang's demon waved the whip in his hand, and in the long whip dotted with the demon's skull, the tips of the whip divided into nine hit the arm of midnight.

But amid the harsh tearing sound, the whip that should have cut off the midnight arm was blocked by the strange red light.

This is voodoo spell.

Limited invincible, immune to any damage, but the duration is quite short. You won't use this thing until you fight desperately.

"Bang"

Another gunshot, and the golden bullet flew towards Zakang's head.

This generous office has now become a hell.

Nearly a hundred rotten corpse monsters summoned at midnight were killed by the Seven Deadly Sins, and their torn limbs, black blood, and disgusting flesh and blood were spread everywhere.

The disgusting smell made Mandy, who was hiding in the corner, turned pale. She wrapped her tail around her body, covered her face with her hands, hugged her head, and shivered.

"Clang"

The floor under Zakang's feet became strangely loose.

In the midst of the diversion, the entire dimension mirrored the world and subverted it. Zakang stood on the roof in a way that ignored gravity, and the flying bullet was blocked by the swaying floor.

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the jumping debris hit Zakang's face, marking a bloody mark, but it soon disappeared invisible.

On the contrary, the opposite side fought desperately midnight, and as the world subverted, he smashed the chandelier that was turning over.

The demon hunting gun in his hand was also rolled up by Zhakang's demon with a whip and pulled it over.

The strange red light on midnight became dim.

This tall black voodoo warlock with wounds all over his body and exposed evil tattoos was also full of hideous eyes.

In less than 3 minutes of confrontation, I used all my skills, but I couldn't help but feel the strange guy in front of me.

In this dimensional mirror controlled by Zhakang, he has no chance of winning.

"Wow"

Zhakang swung his fingers, and a hot brims of brimstone hit towards midnight. The latter forced the fierce magic of the blow with his invincible state.

He glanced at the window behind him.

When Zakang cast another spell, he took out a few small jars from his pocket and smashed them hard on the ground.

As the smelly smoke rose, the house was filled with screams like snakes.

He stood up at midnight and looked at Zhakang fiercely, his eyes like a poisonous snake.

He kicked the window behind him, and jumped out at midnight amid the sound of the broken glass.

This guy is really cunning.

He saw through the mirror image of Zhakang. As long as he escaped from the nightclub and entered the real world dimension, he could not beat the more vicious evil things in his hands, even if he couldn't beat them, he would be fine.

But just as he walked out of the window at midnight, it was not the ground that greeted him.

It is a bloody mouth that opens upwards.

The scorpion lion brought by Zhakang has been waiting for a long time.

"Click"

As the scorpion lion's teeth closed, the blood-stained head fell to the ground, and midnight's wide eyes were full of astonishment and anger.

The struggle before death is fixed on the face, representing the despair of midnight.

He obviously has so many ways

There are obviously so many allies and so many trump cards

Why?

Why is a legendary Hell Scorpion Lion Hall appearing in Manhattan?

How does Kama Taj people do things!

How could they put such monsters into the world?

Dry!

"Tsk tsk"

Zhakang jumped out of the restored window, he looked at the head on the ground, grabbed Midnight's head and looked in front of him.

He turned his head and said to the scorpion lion who was lying on the side and chewing heavily:

"This is a voodoo warlock covered in poison. You just eat it like this, aren't you afraid of having a stomachache?"

Faced with Zhakang's inquiry, the black scorpion lion licked his lips.

Well, it means that those voodoos taste good.

"hehe."

Zhakang shook his head, and he looked at Midnight's eyes with eyes dying with his eyes closed, and he said:

"You said, it's great to live your life honestly. You have to learn from others to be an ambitious person, which is a mess of the wind and rain."

This sarcasm made the midnight soul hiding in his head and huddled into a ball and gritted his teeth.

He is a voodoo warlock who uses mysterious and weird powers.

The body and body death are just insignificant things, and as long as the soul is still there, he will not suffer any loss.

The appearance of the scorpion lion was a bit too unexpected.

But it doesn't matter.

You have to hold it back!

You can't find clues by this chatter in front of you

"You must be laughing at me."

Zhakang lit another cigarette, and he looked at the eyes that had no light of life in front of him, and he said like a psychopath:

"You are laughing at me, thinking I can't find your secret."

"You are crazy!"

Zhakang screamed and threw the skull on the ground, lifted up his foot and shattered it, as if he had broken a watermelon.

The soul body at midnight flew up and wanted to escape.

But the next moment, Zhakang's succubus was rolled up with a whip and pulled back to Zhakang's hand.

Constantine buzzed the ashes on the curled up soul in his hand, and he said sarcastically:

"Please, brother! I came from hell"

"You really think I can't find you? If you tried your best, you might run away. You must be joking with me for such a cleverness."

"ah!"

Midnight, who was grabbed by Zhakang, was completely out of control.

He roared, like a irritable little devil.

"Who is it! Who sent you to kill me? Which big shot did I offend? Let me die! "

"Can Eye Will? Or those treacherous vampires? Those werewolfs who only know how to go crazy? Say!"

Zhakang looked down at the soul in his hand. He jumped back to the office on the second floor and picked up the golden magic hunting gun from the pool of blood.

He whistled and threw the magic gun to Mandy, who was huddled in the corner.

He said to the screaming midnight:
To be continued...