Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens - Chapter 453

An office.

Balthazar stood in front of the mirror on the wall and stroked his face narcissistically.

In dad’s Club at midnight, it’s easy to see that he’s a man and woman who takes everything.

until.

The glass surface melts and bulges at high temperature.

Boom——

Constantine’s dragon breath fire gun, the ultra-high temperature burst out, melted the mirror and exploded the wall.

The roaring waves, together with the rubble, crashed into Balthazar.

He fell heavily on the conference table in the middle of the room.

Balthazar was not injured.

Instead, he got up, his face burning white smoke, and said excitedly, “I was born in the fire, fool!”

“How did Mamun cross the border, you son of a bitch.”

Constantine’s holy water shotgun crossed the ruins first.

Take out a small bottle of holy water and pour it directly.

These holy water, blessed by the priest and carrying the power of God, splashed on the face of the half blood devil, like sulfuric acid, corroding his human flesh and skin.

Show dark green, ferocious, flesh and blood blurred true face.

however.

Balthazar, who has always had a harder mouth than a platypus, still managed to resist the pain of the corrosion of the holy water, gritted his teeth and said with a smile, “now I feel much better and more natural.”

Close combat.

Hybrid is a kind of arrogant body power, which is fully demonstrated at this moment.

Like carrying a chicken.

Suddenly got up.

He grabbed Constantine by the neck, held him up against the wall, grinned and continued to laugh, “don’t struggle, John.

Soon, we’ll meet in hell.

Ha… Ha ha ha… Ah –! ”

proud.

Began to enjoy the hearty laughter of torture, just sounded, and suddenly turned into a scream of pain!

Balthazar looked down at the cut section on his arm in disbelief, raised his head, first with extreme shock on the surface, and then roared angrily, “cole Walker! My arm! You bloody bastard!”

I don’t know when.

Cole was already standing beside Constantine, holding a long knife burning with blood flame in his hand, and throwing a devil’s arm struggling in the flame after being cut off at his feet.

Step on it.

Coldly, “we meet again, Balthazar.”

Kicking away the unburned broken arm like a living creature, he raised his long knife, pointed to the nose of the hybrid, said expressionless, “tell me about Mamun.”

Hear what Cole said.

Balthazar smiled awkwardly and politely.

After a brief silence.

When he’s dying, he doesn’t care about shit plans.

Turn around and run to the door of the conference room!

Hybrid species run for their lives faster than rabbits. Unfortunately, they still can’t escape bullets.

There was a gunshot.

Balthazar, who was shot in the knee and looked arrogant before, kept the dog’s posture of gnawing mud, jumped into the street, slid, and then hit the door.

A loud crash.

Just hear, will feel scalp numb.

Cover your forehead.

Balthazar’s face was twisted into a mask of pain.

There is no elegance and wisdom in hand just now, just like a drowning dog shouting madly.

“Ah – Falk! Demon hunter, are you crazy?! I said earlier, I don’t know anything!”

Cole walked over with a knife.

Lift your right foot.

Step on his chest, condescending, indifferent way, “don’t know?”

Wave the long knife.

The blood blazed.

Balthazar’s other arm, out of his control, was bathed in flames and struggling.

The power of mortal blood.

Along the wound.

All the way to the chest of the hybrid, nibbling its flesh and blood and crushing his bones.

This kind of flesh and blood torture that only mortals can feel twisted the expression of the hybrid to almost faint.

Don’t open your mouth when you see him.

Cole stepped back two steps, put away his long knife, took out a cigarette and lit it. He said to Constantine, “John, it’s your turn to come out. It seems that we have a friend who really wants to go to heaven to atone.”

Although I can’t deal with the notorious demon hunter.

But in the face of Constantine.

Balthazar clearly lacks the necessary respect.

Especially.

The devil of the whole hell knows that John Constantine, the famous bad guy, has lung cancer and is only one step away from death.

While humming in pain, he laughed wantonly, “we… (exhale)… Will meet below soon. Don’t try to play tricks this time!”

brain wave.

Constantine looked motionless, took out the old Bible he had already prepared, stood over Balthazar, bowed his head and said, “really? But you may not be able to go back.”

See the Bible.

Balthazar’s face changed and he said warily, “what do you want to do?”

Constantine replied solemnly, “I pray for you on your deathbed so that I can send you to heaven to repent.”

“You’re not a priest. You don’t have this mana!”

But these language attacks.

For John, the Exorcist and master of deception, there was no attack.

He still took off the ring, crossed Balthazar’s forehead and said, “you should know what is atonement. I can’t wait to see what a devil looks like in heaven.”

Ignore the arguments and curses of mixed race demons.

Constantine became more serious and shouted a eulogy.

“… allow your child to enter the kingdom of heaven! In the name of the father, the son and the Holy Spirit! Amen!”

Finally.

Unable to bear the consequences of this behavior, balzaza shouted in horror, “it’s the blood of God!”

Cole went over and said, “did he find it?”

He was tortured by Cole again and again. This time, he was almost sent back to heaven by Constantine to see his parents.

The descendant of the fallen angel finally failed to maintain a peaceful state of mind.

The collapsed shook his head and said, “the murder weapon that kills the son of God will give the son of the devil a new life.”

Get the information you want.

Constantine fully shows what kind of a qualified asshole can be.

Shake your body gently.

Like a gangster on the street.

With a mockery on his face, he put away his magic tools and said foolishly, “by the way, you must ask for forgiveness to get forgiveness, asshole.”

This time.

Angela appeared outside the conference hall, holding a matching gun in both hands, looking curiously into the room.

Seems to be aware of her presence.

Balthazar smiled, “my work has been completed, ha… Ha ha…”

Cole walked over with a long knife.

Looking down at him, he said coldly, “like to laugh?”

The half blood devil looked straight into his eyes and said with a smile, “my only purpose is her, fool!”

Cole knows what he’s trying to say.

But it doesn’t hinder what he has to do next.

Take out the wings of the angel of death.

Take a deep breath of a cigarette.

Squatting down, the smoke spits on its face, the voice lacks emotional fluctuation, and says, “it’s not too much to kill you this time?”

Demons and angels can get hurt.

But humans can never kill them.

Even with mortal blood.

Except the wings of the angel of death.

Finally.

Balthazar’s ridicule after his plot succeeded turned into a scream of panic.

The dying man still likes a guy with a hard mouth, even one that Cole has never seen before.

He sent out a heart rending wail, as if shouting for help to a mysterious man, “I have done everything you asked! Save me! I am willing to serve you!”

It’s a pity to respond to him.

Only the ferocious bone blade.