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Dante woke up in the Everything Room. When he opened his eyes, he first saw an expectant Constantine holding a syringe and drawing his own blood.

"As soon as I woke up, I saw you sticking the steel needle into my arm. Do you think I should say something at this time?" Dante frowned, he was a little unhappy.

Constantine smiled indifferently.

"Maybe you should thank God"

"Thank God" Dante was confused.

While Constantine pulled the syringe out of Dante's arm, he reached out and patted Dante's chest muscles.

"You should be glad that what you saw was not me using something else to penetrate some other part of your body."

"Dry"

Dante kicked Constantine on the butt, but unfortunately Dante was weak at the moment, and Constantine easily dodged the kick.

Constantine calmly put aside Dante's blood, took off his gloves, and then held Dante's hand.

"Welcome back, friend"

Before Dante could start to be moved, Constantine quickly let go of Dante, turned around, picked up the three bottles of blood that had been drawn not long ago, and quickly left Dante's room.

As he ran, Constantine shouted.

"Brother, you may not know how much risk I took to bring you back, but I just know. Let this blood be your reward for me."

Listening to Constantine's irritating words, Dante got up from the bed and walked slowly towards the hall.

"Dante"

Chas shouted excitedly. He had just come back from outside. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Dante alive. This feeling was really wonderful.

So, Chas rushed to Dante and wanted to give Dante a hug, but he was afraid of deepening Dante's wounds, so he had to stand in front of Dante and touch his head nonchalantly.

"It seems that you will need some time to recover. When John just stole your body back, you were seriously injured."

"I prefer the word body to body, Chas."

Dante teased softly. Then, Dante walked to the mirror and looked at his face.

"Hoo" Dante was startled by his reflection in the mirror: "This face is really horrible. Chas, can you find me a mask? Before this face recovers, I think I should wear a mask, otherwise I will make you lose your appetite.”

Dante's body had not fully recovered at this time. Not to mention the vague penetrating wound on his chest, that hideous wound was simply beautiful compared to Dante's miserable face.

In the restaurant, the police finally released their full firepower on Dante's vitals, especially Dante's head, which was hit at close range by at least twenty rounds of .45-caliber bullets.

The muscles on Dante's entire face were in tatters, and part of his skull was even missing, allowing people to clearly see the squirming brain inside.

The more Dante watched, the more disgusted he felt. The more he watched, the more angry he felt. Ever since he became a legend, he had never suffered such a serious injury.

"Fake" Dante cursed loudly, turned around and returned to his room, threw himself on the bed with a bang, and closed his eyes without saying a word.

This is really uncomfortable. I underestimated the weapons in the world and the power of those small toys. I didn't expect that they could be used with one hand. The impact and penetrating power were far less than the delicate ones I used to hand crossbows. A small thing that looks like a toy can cause so much damage when set on fire.

Dante changed his position depressedly, from lying on his stomach to lying down. Although his wound would cause severe pain no matter what, Dante would not press his growing nose bone when lying down.

Thinking of the war between himself and that group of people, Dante silently reflected.

"I need a set of armor, preferably a full-coverage one. Long-range weapons are too common here."

Speaking of this, Dante remembered that when he was a little warrior, he saved up gold for half a year before buying his first magic hand crossbow, and it was a hand crossbow with a loose string.

"In addition, I must prepare a set of long-range weapons. Unfortunately, I can't make a crossbow. However, the small toy that injured me looks good. It is easy to carry and can be fired continuously. If I find materials that can be enchanted, I may be able to Try making two magic toys”

After thinking about it, Dante gained some energy. Physical pain was like child's play to him. The humiliation brought about by failure was the real reason for Dante's chagrin. However, Dante was very good at summarizing the past and correcting his mistakes, constantly letting people know. Being stronger is the true meaning of the path of a warrior.

Dante closed his eyes and felt his own power. His current energy value was still around 300. All the free energy he had absorbed recently was used to repair his body. Feeling the speed of free energy absorption, it was probably less than 800. In just a few hours, you can be completely healed on your own.

While Dante was thinking about the future, Constantine opened the door and walked into Dante's room.

"What's wrong, is our little kid who just lost his teeth feeling shy?" Constantine said with a smile: "Come on, Dante, Chas and I don't care about your appearance. Come out to eat something, and I'll tell you about yesterday." Late to what’s happening now.”

"Hey" Dante got up depressed: "Watch your mouth"

"Camon, come on." Constantine put his arm around Dante's shoulders. To be honest, Dante felt a little pain when his exposed shoulder blades were held by Constantine.

Just like that, Dante was dragged to the dining table by Constantine. Countless delicacies decorated the dining table like a festival.

After Dante sat down, Constantine returned to his seat and picked up the wine glass.

"Today, the four of us are sitting together, enjoying the delicious food I bought with the money I won from the casino, as well as the wine of unknown age in the cellar, and using this to pay tribute to our resurrected Dante and the completely dead Jasper Congratulations”

Constantine poured wine for Chas and Dante while talking nonsense. Finally, he brought the remaining glass of wine to the empty seat next to him.

"Hey look, I even forgot you can't drink, Jasper"

Constantine laughed and poured the glass of wine on the ground.

In Dante's divine vision, an angry soul is floating above the empty seat. Just how angry is this soul? Just look at the fire burning in its eyes.

After teasing the dead Jasper, Constantine sat back in his seat. <b

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"Chas, Jasper, and Dante Nefilim, who we just met, we experienced the invasion of the devil together, we protected the innocent girl together, we sat together in the Everything Room, enjoying our own Good food, friendship that connects our souls and our bodies, brotherhood that transcends life and death, now, cheers.”

Constantine drank all his wine, as did Dante and Chas, and Jasper's soul, floating in the air, seemed to grow a little warmer.

After the glass of wine, everyone enjoyed their favorite food, but no one had time to talk, because if they didn't eat quickly, Dante would eat everything.

In less than five minutes, the food on the table disappeared, and the three of them cleared away the scattered tableware together. As for Jasper, he did not eat or help clean up, but no one laughed at his laziness. After all, the dead man was the most important person.

Dante asked as he cleared the table.

"Where's Liv?"

It took a long time for Dante's wounded brain to remember Liv.

Constantine didn't answer, but Chas said something.

"She left last night, she thought you were dead and it broke her heart, plus what happened at the Mexican restaurant scared the poor girl."

After Chas finished speaking, he pointed to the map of the United States hanging on the wall.

"However, Liv left us a small gift before she left. This map is all about the future predicted by Liv. There may really be a big problem, and disaster has almost covered the entire United States."

Dante looked along Chas's finger and saw a map of the United States covered with bloodstains. Almost every city had Liv's bloodstains.

"How much blood did Liv use for divination?"

Dante sighed, and then he looked at Constantine doubtfully.

"Why don't you keep Liv, John, you should understand that a living fortune teller is much better than these dried blood stains."

"I'm doing it for her own good"

Constantine struggled to express what was in his heart.

"The inner demons already have a way to enter the human world. This proves that the door of darkness has been opened. An unknown master of hell is about to launch an attack on the human world. The dark magic of the earth is getting stronger and stronger. If Liv stays, It means that she must face countless dangers, and even I may not be able to protect myself in the face of those dangers."

Constantine's answer did not satisfy Dante.

"Constantine" Dante calmly explained his thoughts: "Escape does not mean there is no danger. If the entire world has fallen, no matter how far Liv hides, she still cannot escape the danger."

"So I won't allow that to happen" Constantine shouted fiercely.

After this, Constantine smoked two cigarettes and gave one to Dante.

After taking a puff of smoke, Constantine muttered lonelyly.

"Perhaps my destiny is to prevent the whole world from becoming hell. This may be the last thing I can do."

Dante heard this quiet murmur clearly, but before he could ask out loud, Chase's next words disrupted everyone's thoughts.

"John, Dante, look, there is a drop of blood on the map."

As Chas finished speaking, Dante and Constantine quickly looked at the map, and sure enough, a drop of blood that was originally dry became moist.

"Pennsylvania" Constantine muttered to himself: "This should be a small town near Hadwich, Chas, we need to find out what happened there recently"

"Okay, I'll call Rich right away."

Chas agreed quickly, and then he went aside to make a phone call.

Constantine packed his luggage quickly. He didn't have many things to bring, but every item was important. Due to Dante's selfless dedication, one more thing was important to him, and that was Dante's blood. .

Dante stared at the blood in Constantine's bottle with his mouth open. If he read it correctly, it must be three large bottles.

"Damn it, Constantine, how much blood did you suck from me, you bastard?"

Dante cursed angrily, and then punched Constantine on the shoulder.

Constantine waved his hand casually.

"Don't describe me as a vampire. I just extracted a little bit. You can even recover from such a serious injury, so you won't be stingy with this little bit of blood. And I noticed that the blood is different from the gift you gave me. , they are red, and the drop of blood you dripped into my eyes is silver-white."

"Of course it's different." Dante sighed, reaching out and picking up two of the three bottles: "What I gave you was blood with a little bit of my divinity, and what you drew yourself was blood with demons and angels. The blood of power, there is no divinity in this blood.”

As Dante spoke, he drew indescribable power from two bottles of blood. After a moment, Dante placed the two bottles of blood in front of Constantine.

"I have processed these two bottles of blood. Now, this bottle of purple-colored blood is pure demon blood. When you use summoning magic, add a drop of it. It will strengthen the creatures you summon to the point where they will overpower you. The level of this master”

Dante made a joke, but Constantine's eyes were only excited, not angry, and he eagerly pointed to another bottle.

"Dante, what's going on with this bottle?"

"This bottle of white blood is the blood of angels. Its effect is the same as that of holy water, but its purity is dozens of times higher than your original one. As for the remaining bottle, it contains two parts: devil and angel. You have to carry it with you at all times. My divine blood can protect your soul, and my original blood can reshape your body. You have one more life from now on, Constantine."

"Oh, my God" Constantine hugged the bottle and kissed it excitedly: "I knew it, I knew I didn't save you by mistake. Dante, you are so valuable, even if your blood is so rich. Function and power, if I can use your hand bones to make a magic weapon, I think I can confront Lucifer head-on."

Constantine looked at Dante's arm greedily, his lustful eyes seeming to say: Do you mind growing a new arm, Dante?

"Fake" Dante returned to the room depressedly. He knew that Constantine was just joking. If he really wanted a certain part of his body, the period of time during which his consciousness drifted in the kingdom of death would be enough for Constantine to Dismembered myself two or three times