If nothing else, that swarm of savages alone could make Father Anderson return without success.

"Is someone involved with the devil?"

Father Anderson's expression became ferocious. Although this was just a misunderstanding by Father Anderson, his attitude was firm.

As these words came out, the halo of Father Anderson's body expanded, looking like a human-shaped light bulb.

Or the high wattage kind.

"Isn't this a matter of course? You know, humans will always pursue some illusory things, and the devil can just provide a hope."

Constantine said with a relaxed smile, but he immediately began to add explanations.

"But this has nothing to do with the Blood Queen. They are just doing this according to the arrangements of some higher-level people. Believe me, they also want to kill the Blood Queen directly. But they can't do that for the time being."

Constantine and Father Anderson were joking, but the joke was more annoying.

Constantine is such a person. Someone is working hard on the current crisis, so naturally he cannot be serious.

In other words, even when he faces a crisis personally, he can still face it while eating hot pot and singing songs.

He had already become abnormal during those bad events.

Just saying that dividing one's soul just to prevent weakness is not something a normal person can do.

"Take me there!"

Father Anderson stared and squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

Then he pinched Constantine's hand harder, and Constantine could even hear a creaking sound coming from his shoulder.

Constantine showed a "whatever you want" expression, and then strode towards Helsing's direction.
Chapter completed!