novelonline Chapter 2884 When Night Falls (2)
Chapter 2884 When Night Falls (2)
Chapter 2884 When Night Falls (Part )
A golden light flashed, and several rays of light shot out, but they just stopped within a range of one meter. The rich moonlight imprisoned Doctor Fate in the room.
"Constantine! What are you doing?! Why are you staying with a vampire?! Or have you also..."
"Obviously, this wasn't my doing." Constantine looked at Doctor Fate helplessly and said, "Do you think I have a choice?"
Doctor Fate had to turn his head and look at the figure.
His presence was indeed very strong. His neatly tailored suit looked out of place in the chaotic house, and he was holding a huge golden candlestick with blood on it.
"You damn vampire!" Doctor Fate's majestic voice sounded, "Why did your master send you here? Did he think he couldn't handle Constantine, so he wanted to kill him?! I won't let you succeed."
Constantine put one hand on his waist and pointed helplessly out the window with the other. Doctor Fate turned his head slightly, and when he saw the full moon, his eyes widened in shock.
"If I'm not mistaken, the place where Moonlight is will become a different space like the mysterious house, and only he can decide who can leave." Constantine shook his head and said.
"If the vampire king had such ability, you wouldn't be here." Constantine picked up the unfinished beer, took two sips, wiped his mouth and said: "He also broke Zatanna's mental seal and made her sober."
Doctor Fate was somewhat shocked and he had to look again at the person in front of him.
From his eyebrows and eyes, one could tell that he was still very young. His pupils were almost completely white, with only a thin dark frame visible at the edges. The surrounding area was the same blood color as other vampires, but without the kind of evil that made people feel repelled and disgusted, only an inexplicable indifference.
If you look closely, you can see that he seems to be suppressing something, and something dangerous is about to pour out.
Doctor Fate also discovered that a tiny flame was burning in his hand holding the golden candlestick. This flame was not a weapon, but more like a torture instrument, which burned his palm into a bloody mess and almost turned it black.
But he didn't show much pain, it's just that those suppressed things became more restless.
"Leave here." Constantine further persuaded: "If you want to do something, go to Batman first. You can find answers to almost all your questions there."
The moonlight became brighter and brighter until it swallowed up everything. Constantine could not help but cover his eyes. When he came to his senses, the figure was no longer in the room. Only the blood stains on the cup told him that he had been there.
Constantine walked to the window. A sharp crescent moon hung high above the dark city of London.
Soon, there was a noise in the bedroom. After Constantine walked in, he found Zatanna sitting up with her hands on her chest. Constantine sighed and said, "You are a vampire now. The scars burned by the holy weapon are difficult to recover. I gave you a simple bandage. I hope you don't mind."
Zatanna just shook her head palely. She said, "I seemed to have had a nightmare. I was controlled by someone to wreak havoc and suck the blood of many people. I...I woke up too late."
"It's not too late." Constantine covered Zatanna's hand with his and said, "Can you tell me what happened? What has happened to you since we last parted?"
"I...I don't remember very clearly." Zatanna said, biting her lip.
Doctor Fate approached the bedroom door, crossed his arms and said, "Can I listen too? After all, no one knows how this disaster started."
"I found my father's trace." Zatanna frowned and said, "In a valley in Nevada. I know my father used to tour there. I thought he left some clues for me there."
"So you went there?"
"Yes, but I didn't expect that there was a huge trap waiting for me there." Zatanna pressed her hand to her temple and said, "I can't remember the specific process, but I felt pain in my neck, and then I felt very hungry, so I stumbled into the city, but those fast foods couldn't fill my stomach at all..."
"You bit someone?"
"Maybe." Zatanna's face became uglier and uglier. She said, "I don't want to evade my guilt, but at that time, appetite had occupied my brain. Other than that, I can't remember anything at all."
"How did you get back to England?"
"I don't know, but I think I may have opened the portal instinctively, wanting to go home, but I was delirious at the time and something went wrong with the portal."
"Where did you land?"
"I'm sure it's London, but it's not my home." Zatanna pursed her lips and said, "It seems to be... Islington."
"That's right." Constantine nodded and said, "A church in Islington caught fire yesterday. Don't worry, it's probably not you. I saw the candlestick that guy was holding, it looked like the style commonly used in the old churches over there."
"It seems he is very smart." Zatanna said, "He may be an insider, otherwise he would not know that the ritual objects offered in front of the statue are even more lethal than ordinary crosses."
"That candlestick must have a special origin." Constantine thought and said, "Modern churches rarely use candlesticks that big. I suspect it might be an antique style discarded by Westminster Abbey. Coupled with his mysterious moonlight ability, some sharp-toothed rats are in big trouble."
Zatanna licked her teeth and was disappointed to find that her fangs were still there, but she still said, "After establishing a blood connection with him, I feel that my connection with the Vampire King has been severed."
"Who is the King of Vampires?" Doctor Fate asked hurriedly.
"I don't know. The moment the link was disconnected, I forgot everything." Zatanna shook her head and said, "I only know that he has a big conspiracy."
"what is that?"
"Vampires are afraid of sunlight. They want to build a barrier between the sun and the earth, so that the earth will be deprived of sunlight forever, so that they can occupy the earth."
"Fantastic," Constantine commented.
"But they are indeed very powerful, and this transformation cannot be easily detected. For safety reasons, I think we have to..."
"I'm just about to make some holy water, do you want to come?" Constantine asked Doctor Fate. He saw that Doctor Fate suspected him, so he used this indirect way to prove himself.
Doctor Fate followed Constantine to the bathroom. Zatanna, lying on the bed, felt her mind confused, as if something was calling her. The lingering smell of blood made her frown, and when she closed her eyes, she saw a surging sea of blood.
"Uh... what bad luck." A voice came from the alley, and a slightly thin figure slowly stood up. He pulled his cloak in front of him and twisted it hard a few times, and the water flowing into the sewer was dark red.
He was a long-faced man with a beard, wearing a red cloak behind him. He did not look very well, his complexion was a little pale, his eyes were sunken in his eye sockets, and he exuded a strong smell of blood.
He swayed on the spot, and then heard a sound behind him. He turned around and saw two figures climbing over the wall. After cursing, he slowly raised his hands. The black power, like a flexible python, entangled the two people who were chasing him.
He clenched his hands into fists and crushed the two men to pieces. Blood rained down from the sky, and the cloak that had just been wrung dry became bloody again.
The red power in the two men's bodies was absorbed. The pale-faced man let out a long sigh and whispered, "Although I don't know where these guys come from, they have a lot of power in their bodies. If I kill a hundred more of them, maybe I can recover to half of my peak state."
He stood still and raised his hand again. Where the remains of the two crushed bodies had fallen, two identical figures crawled out from the ground and stood unsteadily behind him.
Just as he was about to walk out, he heard some noise outside the alley.
A scream was heard, and a silver figure fell from the sky. The body was thrown to the ground by him, and the neck was almost broken. The tall young man stared at the air for a while, but seemed to be checking something. Then he looked at the bearded man and said, "You are a player too? It's hard for me to find you. You can call me Arkham Knight. What's your name?"
"Doctor Strange." The man who called himself Doctor Strange answered. He did not step back, but looked at the young man warily.
He was wearing a suit of armor that looked very high-tech, with his head completely wrapped inside the armor, so his true face could not be seen. However, the blood on his hands and feet had not been washed off, and the corpse on the ground was obviously killed by him.
"What's up with those two behind you? Do you need my help?"
"No, they are my servants." Doctor Strange raised his chin slightly and said, "Let me introduce myself again, Doctor Strange. Your profession is a necromancer."
"Cool." Arkham Knight exclaimed.
He turned around because two figures appeared at the entrance of the alley. Looking at their exposed fangs, the Arkham Knight was obviously a little impatient. He shook his hands and said, "It's really a piece of gum that can't be shaken off."
"Let me do it." Doctor Strange walked forward and stretched out his hands. Black energy surged out again. All the tied enemies exploded into blood mist. Red light poured into his body, making the black power even stronger.
Then he flew into the air and raised his hands. Countless corpses that looked exactly like the previous enemies stood up and the two sides fought each other.
Arkham Knight stretched out his hand to the side, and the grappling hook flew out, bringing him to the roof of the store next to him. He looked down at the battle below, and with a slight raise of his hand, a huge sniper rifle was assembled in his hand.
A long sniper bullet cut through the air, creating ripples and accurately hitting an enemy's head.
Bang! The head exploded like a watermelon.
Doctor Strange moved a little further away with some disgust. He also flew upstairs, stood next to the Arkham Knight and said, "Do you have to make it so bloody?"
"Then why did you choose this copy?" Arkham Knight asked knowingly, and said in a mocking tone: "Isn't it too late to pretend to be a good person now?"
Doctor Strange snorted coldly and said nothing. He knew, of course, that those who came to this kind of copy would not be good people, because everyone understood that only by killing vampires or zombies, the public enemies of mankind, could they let go and not be criticized by teammates. They just came here to kill for fun.
This kind of situation is hard to come by, so if that's the case, let's not resort to moral blackmail. Killing as many as possible is the solution to all problems.