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Chapter 361 Ugh, it's so disgusting! (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)
"The great Lord created the destiny of love and brought you together here."

The old priest who was pushed out temporarily was very old. He had to pause after every sentence to catch his breath before continuing.

"With the glory bestowed upon me, I serve as your witness and hereby declare that the contract is about to be established. Are there any objections among the visiting guests? If so, please raise them now!"

"I object!"

boom!
Martin rode on his hoof, knocked open the stained glass of the old church, and rushed directly into the wedding scene. The tires of the motorcycle also flattened a layer of the marble floor.

Constantine began to hold Martin's waist and barely kept his balance on the back seat of the motorcycle.

Martin turned around as he stepped on the accelerator and rushed into the church.

He had nowhere to grab onto and was thrown out, rolling several times on the ground before stopping after hitting a pillar.

"Can you still breathe?"

Martin stared at the newlyweds in front of him and called out "Constantine".

"Still alive!"

Constantine gave a thumbs up, waved his head, threw the yellow windbreaker away, stood firmly on his legs, and then released his hands.

Martin heard the full strength in Constantine's voice and knew that he was not injured at all. He stopped paying attention to him and stared at the newlyweds.

The princess had typical blonde hair, blue eyes, and white skin. She wore a long white dress and looked very pure.

The man that the princess called the price, the black guy, was not bad looking either. Although he had dark skin, he did not have the traditional stereotyped flaws such as a protruding mouth and buck teeth. He had an upright posture and a suit, which gave him an elite look.

"Who are you? We've never met before. Why are you interrupting my wedding?"

The princess lifted the hem of her skirt, took two steps forward in her high heels, and was about to scold Martin.

Although she was very powerful, she made two grammatical errors in just two sentences, which immediately shattered her so-called momentum.

"Constantine, where have you been? It's your turn!"

Martin did not answer the princess' question, but directly made the devil appear, and everything else would be easy.

Constantine stood beside Martin and took out a golden cross from his arms, and then took out a bottle of holy water that showed signs of emulsification.

He raised the cross and did not chant any spells. He just lowered his voice and said to Martin: "If you want to expel a demon, you must prepare a complete ceremony. Only relying on the cross and holy water can't send those stinking guys back to hell."

"Don't worry, I'm here to protect you!"

Martin patted his chest and took on all the responsibility: "As long as you find the little brother, as long as you find the devil, there are a hundred ways to kill him."

The demons in hell and the victors in heaven have the privilege of immortality because they have to prepare for the doomsday war. Before that, the wizard can only expel them from the human world but cannot eliminate them forever.

But Martin will not be bound by these rules. He has the blessing of death, and all beings are equal in his eyes.

Constantine didn't know Martin's strength and was skeptical. Under normal circumstances, he would have run away long ago.

But today, with Martin watching from behind, this cunning guy, although extremely reluctant, had to perform the exorcism ceremony with the limited magical instruments at hand.

Constantine was habitually cunning, but he was always cautious when it came to matters of magic.

These demons who dare to attack the British royal family are usually not small characters. If you want to expel them, you must be fully prepared.

Any negligence may allow this demon to escape and continue to cause trouble.

"Although this evil star has a bad attitude, his abilities should be pretty good, right?"

Constantine cursed in his heart, then raised the cross and pointed it at the princess in front of him and began to chant a spell.

The so-called mantras are similar in all religions around the world. They are nothing more than repetitions of words once said by saints, or special words with profound meanings.

There are no special spells written in Christianity for exorcism. When priests perform exorcisms, they usually repeat what God said in the Bible.

As for the wizards, they have many ways to expel demons. This is because the magic of Constantine's family was inherited from King Solomon, and it is naturally inseparable from heaven and hell, so his exorcism process is similar to that of the priests.

As Constantine continued to repeat the words spoken during several meetings between God and Satan, the cross in his hand shone brightly, and the holy water in his other hand became more emulsified and stained with a faint golden light.

But even a carefree person like Constantine becomes full of sacredness with the help of this set of sound and light effects.

Martin did not intervene. He held two swords and watched the entire church vigilantly, ready to take charge of Constantine's exorcism ceremony.

Looking at Constantine enveloped in holy light, he couldn't help but think that this thing that Heaven came up with was really quite deceptive.

However, despite the loud noise, the targeted person showed no reaction, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Where did you get this shamanic trick of creating a sound and light system to scare people? I'm telling you, get out of here right now, or I'll call the police and have you arrested."

The princess who was said by the Anglican Church to be possessed by the devil, not only did not show any devilish traits under the shining of the holy light, but became even more beautiful and charming.

"Isn't this wrong?"

Constantine was also confused by this unexpected situation for a few seconds, and subconsciously looked at Martin beside him.

Martin didn't react at first, but then he immediately realized that marriage is a matter between two people. Why did those people in the Anglican Church think that the princess was possessed by the devil?

So, he directly reminded Constantine: "There are more than one princess present. This guy does not have the characteristics of a devil. Use the light of heaven to shine on others!"

"Yes, yes, you have a point."

Constantine didn't think he was stupid.

I didn't expect such a simple thing to happen. It was all because I was scared by the action Martin did before.

He kept complaining about Martin in his heart, but his hands did not slow down at all. He grabbed the cross and started aiming at the other two people.

His first target was the old priest who was conducting the ceremony. The light from heaven emitted from the cross caused quite a stir. It was not the breath of the devil, but revealed the commandments that the old priest had violated.

"My dear, these people must be sent by your family to stop us. Let's ignore them. As long as we have love in our hearts, it doesn't matter whether we hold the ceremony or not."

The black guy, who had not made any move, reached out and grabbed the princess's shoulder, trying to take her away when Constantine pointed the cross at the old priest.

Knowing that there was definitely a demon present, his actions were tantamount to exposing his identity, although he couldn't hide it for long anyway.

Martin rolled his eyes speechlessly and said to Constantine, "Brother, what time is it now? Just put away your boring and evil tastes, okay?"

Constantine certainly knew that the Anglican priests could not be demons, and he did this just to disgust the people in the church.

"No big deal. With a bad guy like you around, are you still afraid that he will run away?" Constantine smiled and swung out a cross with his right hand, hitting the princess on the forehead.

"Hey!"

The princess's forehead swelled up instantly. She subconsciously held her head with both hands and shook her upper body to break free from the man's hand behind her.

Boo!
Constantine pushed the cork of the bottle open with his thumb, spilling the emulsified holy water.

A small part fell on the princess, and nothing happened.

But most of the holy water fell on the face of the black man behind him, making an instant hissing sound, just like sulfuric acid falling on a person, directly burning the skin, revealing red and white flesh.

Some of the holy water slid down the skin, corroding it and mixing with it, just like melted paint.

Martin took a look and felt his stomach churning. He took a few deep breaths and suppressed the urge to vomit.

What was disgusting was not the melting of the skin, but the fact that this demon disguised as a human was speaking with only flesh and blood left on his body.

"My first order after I came here was to meet the famous Constantine. Is this good luck or bad luck?"

"Of course it's fucking bad luck."

Constantine took out a pair of brass knuckles engraved with scriptures and put them on his hands, pointing at him and saying, "If you hadn't caused trouble here, I would have gone to enjoy my life a long time ago. How could I have been involved in something like this?"

Martin knew that this guy was secretly cursing him, so he said, "Even if I don't come to your door today, Morpheus will come to your door. Which situation do you think will be better?"

"I can't afford to offend either of you, so I decided to give this bastard devil a good beating."

Constantine gnashed his teeth, but could do nothing about Martin, so he pulled out his other hand, put it on both hands, and rushed towards the disfigured demon.

"Tiying, take all the unnecessary people away from here."

Martin snapped his fingers, and the hoof shadow instantly changed from a motorcycle to a war horse. With four hooves, he picked up the frightened princess and the old priest on his back and threw them out of the church.

"My Lord, there are actually demons in this world!"

Until this time, the old priest, who had finally caught his breath, shouted loudly, leaving Martin, Constantine and the unknown demon speechless.

Ah, you are a priest and you don’t believe that there are angels and demons in this world. Are you an atheist?
"Ahem, humans are always so hypocritical!"

The devil coughed twice, pulling the atmosphere back to where it had been pulled astray.

He pointed at Constantine and laughed, "Everyone in Hell is curious about what other skills you have besides cheating people. Let me test your abilities today."

"You are a small fry who doesn't even dare to reveal his name, and you think you are worthy enough to test my ability?"

Constantine laughed loudly twice, then rushed towards the demon and threw a pair of fists.

The demon remained silent and ignored Constantine's provocation.

Names are very important to demons. Not to mention him, even the big demons would not be stupid enough to reveal their real names in front of a liar like Constantine.

boom!
Constantine’s fighting skills were pretty good, and even though the demon was in a fighting stance, he still punched him in the face.

The scriptures engraved on the brass knuckles glowed, and the demon's face was burned. The red and white flesh and blood instantly turned into red-hot charcoal, cracking with a crackling sound, and then fell to the ground and broke into pieces, emitting a strong smell of sulfur.

"Haha, your fist is still pretty hard!"

Half of the demon's face was gone, and the wound was a mixture of charcoal-burned tissue and normal flesh and blood, emitting a foul stench.

When he opened his mouth to speak, his upper and lower teeth clashed, and thick smoke and sparks spewed out of his mouth.

"How come this guy is fine?"

Constantine was secretly frightened. If a common demon had been hit by his trick, he would have rolled on the ground in pain.

However, this guy is definitely not the kind of demon that can resist the Holy Word. Demons of that level are quite powerful in hell, and they will never come to the earth to do just a trivial matter like marrying Princess Wang.

"Since this is not a trait of yours, then there is something wrong out there."

Constantine had extensive experience in dealing with demons and immediately realized what trick this guy was using.

"So it turns out that the demon has put on a layer of human skin outside its body! This is an old trick from more than ten years ago. Only a low-level demon like you would use it."

Constantine habitually mocked his opponent, but he did not relax at all when fighting.

He first kicked the demon in the stomach, quickly increasing the distance between the two, then pulled out several tubes of holy water from his pocket and poured them directly at the demon.

"Damn, I really lost a lot this time. These real holy waters are not cheap."

Constantine thought about the money he had thrown away, and his fingertips trembled with pain.

"Things like holy water, which can lead to heaven's holy light, can be easily made. Why are you so upset?"

Seeing Constantine like this, Martin couldn't help but say a few words.

It's not that he is unaware of suffering, but Constantine's behavior is too exaggerated. His relationship with the holy spirits in heaven is not too bad, so how come he can't even get holy water?

This thing is not a weapon. Holy water can only be used to do good things in the secular sense.

Even if Constantine was a bastard, he couldn't use the holy water to plot some particularly weird conspiracies.

"Old man, stop making sarcastic remarks here. Come and help me when you have time, okay?"

Constantine rolled his eyes helplessly and shouted to Martin.

Although the holy water he poured out melted the skin on the surface of the demon, the demon still rushed up again with a disgusting corpse made of fat and muscle.

"This guy is not just wearing human skin, but is actually hiding inside a human body. No wonder he's so resistant to attacks!"

Constantine was not afraid, but just felt disgusted. The other person's body was a mixture of fat and muscle, and oil dripped down with every step he took.

Even Constantine couldn't stand this kind of scene. He felt so sick that he wanted to vomit, let alone fight with the opponent.

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