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Chapter 550: The Truth Behind Ascension Plan

Chapter 550: The Truth Behind Ascension Plan

"Se... Seraph..."

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

That was the highest level of god messenger in heaven, and there were only seven Seraphs under the throne of god!

He had once had the fortune of dealing with one of the Seraphs, so even how powerful these supreme existences were. Just the pressure they released was enough to destroy a city that was gathered by hundreds of thousands of people.

Even if Wilbur knew more dark magic and more forbidden knowledge, he was still just a human. How could he imprison one of the only seven Seraph under the throne, a supreme sacred creature that could compete with the Infernal King, in this disgusting and blasphemous place?

"Constantine."

"Constantine."

"Constantine."

The voice became clearer and clearer.

Constantine was slightly stunned. He found that the woman in the cultivation tank opened her eyes through the turbid blood liquid.

Shua ---

At this moment, everything seemed to be still.

Constantine had experienced this kind of power before. He knew that this was the unique 'static time' of an angel.

In the past, when Gabriel occasionally appeared in front of him, he would often make the surrounding time stop flowing. The good thing was to prevent mortals from seeing the true appearance of an angel, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

However, compared to time being stopped.

What he was more curious about now was which of the seven Seraph in front of him was the imprisoned Seraph.

The Seraph's eyes were extremely pure. It was like an emerald green gem that had been meticulously carved by a god craftsman. However, if one looked closely, one would notice that there was a circle of dazzling golden flames around the edges of those emerald eyes. It was like boiling hot and hot lava that was slowly flowing in his eyes.

"Constantine. You're finally here."

The Seraph's eyes slowly moved and fixed on Constantine. A look of pain flashed past his eyes.

Through the cultivation tank and the dirty blood, the voice of the angel sounded directly in his mind. This caused Constantine to be stunned for half a second. Then, a look of surprise appeared on his face. "Is it you? Have you been calling me all this time?"

"Yes. I am calling you."

The pain in the Seraph's eyes intensified. Very weakly, hollow said, "I need your power to save me from here. There is no time left. Constantine, I can not hold on for long. They are polluting me."

"Wait.. Pollution?"

A thought flashed through Constantine's mind, and he suddenly thought of a terrifying idea. He couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. "So the people who died here and those suffering souls were all trying to corrupt you?"

"That's right. Because this is the only way to weaken my Seraph Wings." The Seraph said weakly, "That man wants to occupy my body. I can feel his consciousness flowing in here, waiting for the moment when I can't hold on any longer."

"So that's how it is. I understand now!"

Constantine had read through many black magic before, and after hearing it, he instantly understood.

The dirty blood flowing in this cultivation tank came from the tortured and dead humans. For a sacred and pure existence like her, it was a blasphemy of the extreme earth, constantly eroding the body of the pure god.

But if it was just this, it could not pollute a Seraph.

The Seraph Wings, even if it was his symbol, was also a powerful source of power bestowed by God.

So Wilbur used the second method, which was to collect the tortured souls and mix them into the cultivation tank, and then corrode the Seraph Wings with the runes engraved on the outside!

The wails and screams of the souls of pain, accompanied by endless negative emotions, were like a storm after the incantation was strengthened by hundreds of times, constantly attacking the spiritual barrier of the Seraph.

Once the wings of the Seraph were corrupted, he would completely lose the protection of the divine power.

And then, it would be the time that Wilbur was waiting for!

It would completely occupy this body of God created by God, and then become a high and mighty god!

Constantine understood everything. This was the so-called 'Ascension Plan'!

Using the evil and filthy energy refined by the dead humans in the city to pollute the heart and divine wings of the Seraph, and finally taking the body of the Seraph for himself, Wilbur will became the Angel God.

To let such an evil existence occupy the body of a Seraph, what kind of disaster would happen? It was simply unimaginable. Just thinking about it made Constantine feel goosebumps all over his body. He swore that he would never let Wilbur's plan succeed!

"Wait, I'll save you right now!"

Constantine directly took out the Sacred Hunter and filled it with blessed divine bullets. At the same time, he did not forget to bargain with the Seraph. "These are the bullets of Gabriel's Blessing. When I save you, remember to give me a few more."

The Seraph did not speak. Perhaps it was because hollow was too weak, but of course, it could not be ruled out. It was because he was too shameless.

Soon, the two divine bullets were filled up. Constantine raised the Holy Hunter with both hands, aimed at the position above the cultivation tank, and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

Boom! Boom!

Flames sprayed out from the muzzle of the gun. Along with the loud roar of the firearms, two golden bullets were pushed out of the gun chamber, as if they were tearing through the darkness of dawn.

The corners of Constantine's mouth rose as he watched the trajectory of the two golden bullets. Just as he was about to touch the cultivation tank and felt that everything was stable, he saw a black shadow flash out from the side and flash past his eyes at an even more astonishing speed!

Bang -

The bullet stopped in front of the cultivation tank and was firmly blocked by a hand. It was as if it had collided with metal, causing a dazzling spark to splash out, producing a crisp and dull sound.

"I knew it."

A look of surprise flashed across Constantine's face. He slowly put down the Sacred Hunter with both hands. Looking at the gradually becoming clear face, he could not help but sigh and say, "No matter what I want to do, accidents always come faster than planned."

That face had a strong sense of standing. It had a hooked nose and thin lips. It was a typical Caucasian characteristic. His brown hair was neatly combed to the back of his head. He wore a straight suit and looked like a noble.

"Wow! I got lucky!"

Constantine whistled and clenched the Sacred Hunt.

The face in front of him was the noble man he had seen in the hotel banquet hall, and he was also the culprit who had triggered this disaster and committed a heinous crime, the culprit who wanted to ascend to godhood with the body of a human - Wilbur!

"John Constantine."

Wilbur's eyes were dark, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth. "You ruined my plan several times, and I thought I could erase your memory to minimize the impact. I didn't expect you to wake her up. If I had known, I would have killed you!"