Dark Savages Come To the United States

"When did the holy mountain become the center of this world? It's just strange."

Tariq's faces were squeezed together, and it was quite disturbing to watch.

"Who sent this guy to Burkasso? I also have some things I want to consult."

Integra frowned.

Silas looked at Tariq curiously.

Is a ghost meeting a vampire considered a restrained relationship?

Most of the ghosts have no blood. I don't know if vampires can suck blood from ghosts.

Is there any other liquid that can be squeezed out of the ghost? It's possible for a robot to get sucked out of a mouthful of oil or something.

What can ghosts suck out?

Silas looked at Tariq and couldn't help thinking about where to insert the straw.

"Vampire, you look a little offended."

Tariq said angrily.

Then he looked at the few people in front of him with some embarrassment. Hell, there are only three gatekeepers on the holy mountain, who would have thought that people would come one after another and need to lead the way.

Tariq couldn't help but miss Anderson a little bit.

Having an angel guarding the door doesn't seem so unacceptable.

"Kane! Come to the top class!"

Tariq called out the barbarian Juggernaut with some helplessness.

As a substitute for the gatekeeper, it should be fine for Kahn to see the gate.

"A jug of wine!"

Kahn's voice came directly from behind Tariq.

The soul of this legendary barbarian quietly stood behind Tariq, holding two long swords in his hands.

Hooligans and provocateurs.

This set of legends is very strong, and it is normal to appear in Kahn's hands.

After all, there are not many occupations that can be used by the legendary sword, but there are not many occupations suitable for it except barbarians.

For example, Karasim, who uses boxing as his main attack method, needs attack speed quite a bit.

It's just that he needs the legendary gloves of Dragon Soul even more.

That's why this pair of swords appeared in Kahn's hands.

"Get out! If you don't want to, I'll call Karqiu to come over!"

Tariq turned his head in a contorted position, squinting at Karn.

A spark burst out of the nose, looking like a dragon.

"I want two altars!"

Karcho laughed and appeared on the other side, sitting on the ground rubbing the Storm Shield in his hands.

"I'm quitting, but I want to share one of your two jars of wine, Karqiu!"

After Kahn put down these words, he turned and left.

Leaving Tariq staring at Kalqiu with wide-eyed eyes, he gritted his teeth.

"Kane, come back to me! One altar is one altar!"

Tariq slit his throat viciously towards Kalqiu, but Kalqiu's smile became disgusting.

"Price increase, I want three altars!"

Kahn slapped Taliq's slap with a slap, and clapped his hands in mid-air as an oath.

It's just that the clapping was a bit loud this time, and Integula had to pick his ears.

"You two bastards are counting on me!"

Tariq grabbed Jill by the collar and walked towards the Elder Temple while spraying the venom.

He wasn't going to continue arguing about the price.

He finally understood that Kahn and Kaerqiu were in the same group.

Integula didn't say anything, but walked behind Tariq.

Behind him was Silas, who was constantly looking at the surrounding environment.

A little further away, Banal was pinching the husky's mouth to prevent the dog from barking.

Banal is always insane, and all carnivores are his imaginary enemies.

Although he is not afraid of strong enemies, his children are not capable of this.

In front of the gate of the holy mountain, Kahn dug a hole from the ground nonchalantly, and pulled out three jars from it.

Then left an altar on the ground and disappeared immediately.

The wine was his now, and he was going to dig a hole to hide his wine out of the sight of that bastard Maddock.

Wait until the next time the entity manifests to drink.

What is left belongs to Karcho.

"In the evening, I'll go to Burkasso to excuse my anger, otherwise I won't trust you to keep my half jar of wine."

Calcio shouted at Kahn at the top of his voice.

Then he turned his head and stared at Nick Fury.

"I've heard your name, Nick Fury. Steve is a very nice young man, how did you manage to make him have no trust in you at all?"

Calcio stood in front of the wine jar calmly, blocking Nick Fury's sight and asked.

Nick Fury feels a bit big-headed, and he will never steal a group of dead souls' drinks.

Although he really wanted to take an altar to study it.

"Maybe he didn't see what I saw."

Nick Fury said flatly.

He fixed his one-eyed eyes on Karl Qiu in front of him.

Banal hugged the husky and turned his head to look behind him.

Dracula is right here.

This is the area within the gate of the holy mountain, and the guy who can appear here directly has at least the permission of Bulkelso.

"Your eyes are dangerous, vampire."

Banal let go of the hand that held the dog's mouth, and the husky yelled.

Biological intuition is sometimes really hard to explain.

At least this husky can feel the threat from the vampire in front of him.

"Don't worry, I won't suck blood from that puppy, although I hate dogs."

Dracula smiled, a bit of that kind of evil charm.

It's not dogs that vampires hate, but werewolves.

After all, when he was killed by Gabriel's Van Helsing back then, that guy was like a dog.

"You don't come here to gossip with me. If you plan to find Bul Kasso, just follow Tariq. There's no need to put this blah blah blah with me."

A red light flashed in Banal's eyes.

The body is slightly swollen.

He didn't have a good attitude towards the existence of vampires.

"Of course I know, it's just that there seems to be something familiar to me in your Holy Majesty."

Dracula smiled, not taking Banal's threat seriously.

At this moment, the faint scent of weeping angels made Dracula a little worried.

A savage wouldn't be afraid of that thing, but not Integra.

Although Akado is already in the past tense, but the memory is not so easy to be liquidated.

"snort."

Banal hugged the dog and turned around directly, dealing with vampires was something he couldn't accept.

...

"Dear fellows, your Constantine is back!"

Constantine plunged into the nightclub that hadn't opened yet, and said hello to the voodoo master named Midnight.

What responded to him was a dark green flame.

Constantine waved his hand, and just before the fireball was about to touch him, he rolled down to the ground without grace.

The fireball also disappeared with his movements.

"John, every time you come, nothing good happens."

Midnight slowly shook a glass of wine, with a somewhat inexplicable tone.

The glass was vodka with ice cubes in it, and it was not known if he did it just to hear the ice cubes hit the glass.

After all, vodka is not wine, and there seems to be no such thing as sobering up.

"No, this time is definitely good news." Constantine looked at Midnight with dangerous eyes and said, "Heaven and hell have been balanced again. Don't you think this is good news?"

Constantine's expression was a bit sinister, but it didn't frighten Midnight.

As long as Constantine is not a teammate, Midnight has nothing to fear.

Midnight raised his hand, motioning for Constantine to continue.

During this time, the demons and angels in the world seemed to be dead and clean.

Midnight hasn't seen those guys for a long time.

"Okay, okay, you owe me a favor, and you will pay it back to me in due time."

Constantine smiled.

"Let's put it this way, heaven has become a high-level heaven, and hell has become a burning hell, with higher specifications and stronger power."

"Heaven PLUS? And Hell PLUS? Sounds good."

Midnight nodded, looking disinterested.

"What if I say that the one in the sky is also a guy who likes to talk about balance?"

Constantine made the point, making Midnight's eyes widen, but he immediately returned to his original dead face and said: "If that time really comes, we still have the Supreme Mage."

In the middle of the night I casually said,

I have already started thinking in my heart.

It's strange that something like balance doesn't seem like something that the angels he knows can come up with.

But Constantine is not called a pockmark, but a cheater, but he seldom tells false things.

Let the angel do the balancing thing? Somewhat outrageous.

Could it be that angels and demons will build a harmonious world together?

The United States doesn't play this game anymore.

"I think you may have misunderstood something. The upgraded version of heaven and hell cannot be blocked by the supreme mage. I hope you can think about it more carefully."

Constantine said with a smile, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Midnight is not a pleasant fellow either.

This thing can cooperate, but it can't be trusted.

A voodoo practitioner's methods are nowhere near as decent as a demon's.

"Understood, Heaven and Hell skipped the 2.0 version and went directly to the 3.0 power-enhanced version, should I pray that they are okay and there is no extra charge?"

Midnight sneered sharply.

His face was very ugly.

"The free ones are the most expensive, I think you should know."

Constantine speaks a truth of no small applicability.

The original heaven and hell want human souls, this time they will only want more.

Among the people Constantine knew, there were not many people with strong combat capabilities.

There are not many like-minded people.

But these guys are ruthless people, and Constantine can give his life as a bargaining chip to these guys.

It's just that most of the time, he is the one standing on the gambling table.

"I won't be used by you, you know my purpose, so get out!"

Feeling a bit tingly in the scalp at midnight.

It's been a long time since he raised his bald head.

"Neutral? Just kidding. By the time you want a team, it will be too late. And now, your generous friend John will show you a way.

A balancing archangel, aren't you interested? "

There is also an update of a chapter with more than 3,000 words.

It won't be too late.

Thanks.