Chapter 1816 Summer in Fool Village (30)(2/2)
Blood spattered on Azazel's face, and it was bright red from his cheeks to the corners of his eyes. He closed his eyes, and blood drops slipped from his eyelashes.
"How does it taste?" Schiller stood opposite the long table, his dark green suit almost blending into the trees under the sunset, and he raised his glass to Azazel and asked.
Azazel stuck out his tongue and rolled the fallen blood into his mouth. The devil's sharp canine teeth were exposed. He opened his eyes, looked at Schiller with the eyes of a goat and said: "This is a sin that makes even the devil feel spicy. Thank you for your hospitality."
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Schiller walked slowly to the opposite side of Azazel. Azazel turned to look at him. Schiller put the empty wine glass in front of Azazel's neck.
Azazel suddenly opened his eyes wide. He looked at Schiller and said in disbelief: "You know that the devil cannot refuse sin, so you seduced my subordinates like this!"
Schiller did not answer. The sharp fangs flashed under the human skin. He turned the wine glass in his hand and moved closer to Azazel.
His tone gradually became lower, "Azazel, the Lord's scapegoat, the original animal sacrifice, leave your blood and you can leave."
"Schiller, you are crazy!"
"I told you he was not Schiller." Constantine's voice sounded from the door.
Azazel suddenly turned his head. Constantine was already looking at him on the door frame and said coldly: "I killed your subordinates. I told them that I wanted to re-enter the contract, and no one can refuse to take my
The temptation of souls to show off in hell, the beasts of hell never have long memories.”
His eyes fell on the wreckage and corpses all over the table, and he said calmly: "They excluded me in the past, but I don't care. The lambs I control are in the sky and on the earth."
"Now that their cries of hunger are annoying, I think their Lord should start slaughtering them."
"I choose a strong lamb from my stall and put it on the altar in exchange for their Lord bringing them to the table. Fair enough, isn't it?"
Constantine walked up to Azazel with a smile and said: "You have absorbed all the best sins here, so you must pay the bill, otherwise I will let the devil kill me, and then go to heaven to spread the ugliness of your default to all the angels.
Face."
Azazel looked at Constantine in shock, then at Schiller, and then at Constantine.
Ten minutes later, Constantine picked up the wine glass filled with dark red wine.
He gently lowered the rim of the glass to clink it with Schiller, then raised the glass and raised his head, enjoying the smell of blood falling down his throat. There was madness and debauchery in his eyes that had never changed behind the shadow of his hair.
Schiller looked at Constantine with an unprecedented depth of eyes and said.
“Through you, enter the city of pain; through you, enter the pit of eternal misery, Constantine.”
"Through you, Schiller, into the eternally doomed."
"Honor Dante."
"Honor Dante."
Chapter completed!