I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

Chapter 456 Enthronement Ceremony

Although the heavens recognize Constantine's righteous act, the magic required is so great that Constantine uses forbidden items to draw magic from the dark dimension to kill Wilbur once and for all.

The price the Demon God demands is pain!".

This is not just a moment of flesh and blood, but a whole decade of torture and pain.

It wasn't dangerous enough to threaten his life, but it was tantamount to letting him spend the rest of his life in this torment, repaying that Mephista's gift.

Constantine resisted the sharp pain in his internal organs and took the holy hunter with trembling palms, his vision was blurred and he could barely aim. "This is my........the last bullet....... If it is still......., can't save you......I really.......I can't do anything...... …”

With trembling knuckles, he pressed hard on the trigger.

This simple action seemed to exhaust all of Constantine's strength. Before he could see the result clearly, he fell to the ground in darkness.

boom!!!. 25 Splendid fire burst forth from the holy hunter.

The strong smell of gunpowder mixed with the sacred light, accompanied by the roar from the gun chamber, the golden bullet drew an extremely beautiful golden arc in the darkness.

Fortunately, no one stopped him this time.

The holy bullet hit the incubator with the power of Gabriel's blessing, and in an instant, it broke the blood curse outside the incubator and pierced through the thick glass of the incubator.

Snapped

Thick glass shattered and exploded, spewing bright red liquid.

The beautiful woman lost her footsteps and fell to the ground from a high place. Her six clean feather wings were coiled around her body, but her long legs could not be concealed. The thick eyelashes fluttered and slowly pulled back, revealing her Flawless emerald eyes.

"cough cough cough...cough-cough..."

The woman coughed up a pile of bright red thick liquid from her mouth, and her facial features shrank.

Clap~crack~crack~crack~crack~crack

At this time, a burst of warm applause broke out in the darkness.

The distinctive crisp sound of leather boots stepping on the ground was getting closer, and then a figure appeared from the darkness, clapping its palms.

"Not bad, very good." The man's voice was low and cold, like a gust of cold wind. "I thought I couldn't get you out, but I guess I underestimated Constantine after all.

In the dark room of the factory, a dim light suddenly came on.

The light fell on a figure, gradually revealing a familiar face. It was none other than Wilbur Whatley, who passed away not long ago.

"so terrible……"

Wilbur smiled grimly, adjusted his collar quietly, and said with his lips curved into an evil smile. "I tried so hard to save you, but even if they let you escape, what would you do?"

Anger dripped from the woman's eyes as she tried to get up from the ground.

But after several failed attempts, she couldn't even raise her flaming angel wings, let alone use her divine powers.

She has been imprisoned in this prison for so long, her soul has howled in pain for so long, and the curse of blood has penetrated to the marrow of her bones, that now she has no strength to even raise her flaming angel wings or rise from the dirty The simple act of standing up on the land.

Kill Angel?

Now she's as weak as a normal person!

"Look! I tell you, it's bound to be useless.

Wilbur walked up to the woman, slowly opened his arms with both hands, and smiled. "No one can stop my plan to ascend to the gods, so you should accept your fate, refuse to resist, and join us...Michael!"

Michael, the name of this imprisoned flame Angel!

Most similar to God, he is the first of the seven flame Angels, endowed with three powers of protection, justice and judgment, and is the most colorful existence in Christian culture.

There are countless legends about him in the Bible.

All sources describe him as the most powerful and most dazzling divinity among the Flame Angels.

Courage, glory, and protection are the anthems the world praises to him.

 …

No amount of dazzling titles can protect Michael.

Without strength, she is like a docile lamb, ready to be caught into the wolf's mouth at any time.

"Michael, the most dazzling Angel, I will eat you!"

The demonic man approached, stuck out his scarlet tongue, licked his lips, and gave her a greedy, malevolent look. "It's a bit of a waste, but I won't wait any longer, be one with me."

Just as Wilbur was about to devour Michael and complete his plan to ascend to the throne, he heard a terrible thunderclap overhead.

The rumbling thunder ripped through the dark and thick clouds, and the roar of a certain huge amounts of Beast rumbled in the sky for a while.

"This is impossible!"

Wilbur looked up with a shocked expression:

damn it......

Fang Yu didn't understand what it meant.

Then he turned his gaze to Angel, expecting an answer from her.

"I'm sorry...I'm not sure."

Mikaela's cheeks flushed slightly, and she shook her head shyly. "I don't know 517 any more than you do, the only thing I know is that Wilbur Whateley may have died long ago and now appeared before us.

"let's start....."

Wilbur, the leader, was wearing a suit, resting his hands on his gold-encrusted cane, showing his usual gentlemanly smile. "The only thing missing before the coronation ceremony is the last step.

"Swallow...Mike."

Fang Yu lowered his eyes and fluttered his eyelashes slightly. When he said his plea in front of Wilbur, a strange look flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Yes, that's right."

Wilbur-Water shook his head, his naked greedy eyes narrowed, his mouth gradually widened to the limit, and then opened, widening to the ears. "Do we eat Micah first, or do you kill us all first?"

bang.

Staring the black Zhan Saber at the ground, Fang Yu slowly raised his head, and the ever-increasing mental pressure hit the surrounding void like a tide, arousing ripples visible to the naked eye, and generating endless anger.

 …

The ground that had already been hit at the moment groaned under the heavy pressure of the impact, and the signs of destruction spread to the surrounding space. The sharply increased spiritual pressure was comparable to a fire that burned away the remaining oxygen in the atmosphere, making the surrounding space look like a fire. Blurred and distorted, as if lit. .