Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto Chapter 462 New   2 Sep 20, 2022

Wow...

The quiet river of blood gurgled, those grim-faced ghosts and ghosts, each with their open mouths uttered silent screams, and with their pale pupils full of resentment and pain, they gazed at Wilbur Waterley faintly.

Constantine lost his head and was surrounded by those evil spirits, and as the river of blood expanded, more terrifying demons crawled out from the depths of the broken ground.

A strong pungent sulphur smell filled the air in an instant, and there was also a suffocating **** smell, which looked like a living hell.

Even though Wilbur has long been used to being stared at with such resentment and resentment, but now being stared at by these weird things, it is still inevitable to feel a bit of chill in my heart.

"This is impossible!"

Wilbur's pupils twitched slightly, and he said in disbelief: "You are just a human being. Your brain and heart have been severely damaged. How can you be alive?"

"Humanity?"

The head of Constantine, who was abandoned in the corner, had a strong sarcasm in his eyes at this moment, and his lips squirmed and mocked: "Although I really don't want to admit it, I am now...compared to normal humans, I'm afraid it's only the soul level, and it's still a human being."

The body of Constantine that had lost his head, holding the **** blade at this time, slowly walked towards the head that was screwed off by Wilbur, and then dropped in the corner.

The headless body stretched out his hand, raised his head directly, patted the dust on his hair, and pressed it on his neck casually.

"Huh?"

Constantine was stunned, and realized that he was seeing his **** when he lowered his head, and he sighed, "Excuse me, this is the first time I have used this trick, my head is pointing in the wrong direction."

Immediately afterwards, he held the wrong head with both hands and staged a scene for Wilbur Waterley on the spot, what is called forced steering.

quack quack...

With a tingling scalp and a crisp burst of bones, I saw Constantine's head, abruptly turning one hundred and eighty degrees, and returning to the front again.

Water...Fuck?

Seeing such a weird scene, Wilbur Waterlet's eyelids jumped wildly, and he even wanted to ask Constantine, who is the monster?

"Hmm...that's right."

Constantine nodded in satisfaction, then carried the **** Zanpaku Knife, and showed a neat tooth towards Wilbur, and said abruptly: "Aren't you very awesome just now? Come on, let me see. Now, can you kill me!"

"Don't be too arrogant, human!"

Wilbur was enraged by his actions. He exuded a terrifying and evil aura. The viscous plasma around him turned into a burning flame, covering the entire factory in an instant: "It's just a little ability, I really think you Can you compete with me as a god?"

boom--

The next moment, the air suddenly burst!

The circular air currents visible to the naked eye suddenly exploded one by one, and accompanied by a huge sonic boom that could pierce the eardrums, a blood-red violent figure cut through the silent factory.

The hard ground made of cement, after the blood-red figure galloped past, it seemed to be trampled by thousands of beasts, and it continued to collapse and shatter in the violent tremor. Like a storm, it appeared in front of Constantine in a blink of an eye.

Its speed is so fast!

Constantine was shocked. Wilbur's physical strength had almost reached the point of inhumanity. The whole person was blurred into a shadow due to the extreme speed, and even the gust of wind blowing on his face was produced under the violent friction. Out of high temperature.

The wind pressure pulled out at high speed, like a sharp knife after grinding, raged across his body, cutting out a line of bone scars, and hot blood splashed out, splashing every surrounding ground. .

Constantine reluctantly opened his eyes, enduring the tingling sensation of the eyeballs, and staring at the path of the blood-red figure, he directly raised his hand and slashed it out!

This knife doesn't have the slightest skill, and it can even be said to be very crude. The only thing that is commendable is that the strength is not bad.

The light of the sword waved slashed down, and the blood-red figure was in the middle, but Constantine's expression changed, because the blade didn't feel any force, as if it had been cut on the air.

The next moment, blood splashed from behind!

The flesh and blood were torn apart from the middle to the sides by some kind of sharp weapon. A blood-stained palm ran straight through his left chest. Five powerful fingers were like iron tongs, holding the beating one. heart.

The heart that was taken out of the body, still connected to the thick large arteries, contracted and expanded in Wilbur's palm, beating vigorously.

"Wow-"

Constantine spouted a mouthful of blood, turned his head stiffly, and directly ran into Wilbur's eyes that were glowing with evil red light.

"Compared to your companion, you are really too weak." Wilbur stuck out his tongue, licked the blood on his lips, smiled sorrowfully, and said, "I want to take a look. In the future, can you still be resurrected!"

Constantine's pupils dilated slightly, and a chill came straight into his forehead from the bottom of his heart. He could indeed guarantee that he would not die, but that did not mean that he could not feel the pain!

If it is really chopped into meat, like those human beings thrown into a meat grinder, it is impossible to imagine how much pain they will endure.

Wilbur didn't give him a chance at all, his five fingers tightened suddenly and forcefully, directly crushing the beating heart!

boom--

The heart was forcibly squeezed into fleshy flesh, and a piercing pain hit the brain nerves. Constantine's eyes were black, almost fainted without pain, and uttered a terrible scream from his mouth.

However, this is just the beginning.

Through the previous two tests, Wilbur knows that Constantine is weird. Even if his heart and brain are destroyed, he can still be resurrected after a while, so he plans to do it more thoroughly!

"Blood Curse-Erosion!"

Wilbur's eyes were cold, and a bright red flame ignited in his hands, flowing into Constantine like bone-eating poison, dissolving all his organs and even muscles into a pool of blood, and only one was left in the end. Heads.

Snapped!

Wilbur sneered and smashed Constantine's head with his foot.

The human head is like a popped watermelon, the white mixed with red viscous substance, splashed out in an instant, covered with expensive leather soles~~啧...dirty human . "

Wilbur frowned slightly, rubbed the soles of his shoes disgustedly, and rubbed off the brain serum.

But the moment he looked up, he found that the river of red blood was still there, and the hideous ghosts and ghosts still stood there quietly, watching him silently.

"Why... these things are still there?" Wilbur's face suddenly changed, with an ominous premonition.

"Because...I'm not dead yet."

A low and hoarse voice sounded, Wilbur's pupils shrank into needles for an instant, and he saw an intact Constantine, slowly walking out of the ghosts.

"This is impossible!"

Wilbur's eyes widened: "Your body... has been clearly dissolved by the blood curse, why is it still here? What the **** are you?"

"What is it?"

Constantine grinned: "Actually, I am also very strange now. Can an existence like me be considered a human in the end."

"I can kill you once, and I can kill you second, third, countless times!" Wilbur's eyes were blood red, and his anger made his mind only one thought, which is to completely tear this man up. broken!

is...angry?

may be there, but not quite.

What really frightened Wilbur was the immortality it dreamed of. It was so easily obtained by an ordinary human being. This kind of jealousy and resentment made it unacceptable.