At that moment, Charles finally clambered to his feet fearfully. That feeling from earlier was way too much for him. He could not help but feel the urge to worship Constantine. Even now, he has yet to fully regain his senses.

On the living room floor of the Seecher Hotel's suite, a puddle of blood appeared and quickly coalesced into Andre's form.

He shook his head and said, "The nerve of that guy. It's just a matter of differing faith. Why does he always want to resort to violence? It feels like he's even more bloodthirsty than I am. I wonder who's the actual heretic here." He let out a sigh, then poured himself a glass of liquor and took a sip while sitting on the sofa. He seemed to be enjoying himself.

"I don't get to cout like this often. I need to have sfun and enjoy myself," Andre muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Wilbur had the suitcase with him. The first thing he did after returning to his room was to enter his demiplane.

After kicking the flserpent that tried to snuggle up to him, he started to examine the suitcase closely.

The runes on it belonged to ssort of seal, and the item contained within had powerful energy. It must have been used to seal that thing in.

Why did Andre give this to him? What could that thing possibly be? After shesitation, Wilbur eventually infused sof his spiritual energy into the suitcase.

inside, it was his demiplane, an independent dimension. He did not need to worry about the destruction and harm it would

suitcase then unfolded and spread flat on the floor, revealing a blood clot the

clot seemed like a

beat it made, a powerful energy ripple would spread out through

He knew that it was the

encountered had been absorbed by Suelyn of the Skull Cult and the Seventh Apostle respectively,

energy ripple. If he absorbed it, then his

felt the urge to absorb the Blood

was bound to be something wrong with

much consideration, he decided to sacrifice

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