The terrifying sound echoed in the room, and the devil's shadow became more and more solid, but soon, another blood-red shadow also appeared, roaring in another voice: "Don't even think about taking him away, he is mine.

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Schiller stood there, calmly as if watching a stage play. Two unidentified demons were fighting with each other, but it seemed that neither could do anything to the other.

"If you don't want your soul to be possessed by the other party, then let him come back to life. The only one who can stop his bleeding now is me. What price are you going to offer?"

At the same time, both demons looked at him.

Ten minutes later, Constantine sat up with a loud gasp. He touched his neck with lingering fear, but found that he was tied to a chair.

Suddenly, a plate was placed in front of him, and the hand holding the knife and fork was as powerful and beautiful as ever.

Constantine looked up and saw Schiller looking at him with a smile.

He lowered his head and saw the hooves on the dinner plate.

"What's this?!"

"It's just a moose."
Chapter completed!