Chapter 245 Home and away games are different
Lin You and Constantine both discovered that there were several people among the wanderers who were not right. Although they were mixed in the crowd, their body movements and expressions were no different from those of ordinary people, but the devil's sulfur smell on their bodies could not be concealed.

The homeless were also looking at the "invaders"; they were able to occupy a building when winter came. Although most of these homeless people were not demons, they were definitely not harmless good things - the weak ones could only set up tents under bridges or on the streets.

As the two sides looked at each other, Constantine made the other side explode with one sentence: "Something very dangerous is about to happen here, gentlemen; you'd better leave first."

"I think it's most dangerous for you to stay here. Take this old woman and the kid and get out of here immediately." A sturdy Latino man spoke first.

"Look carefully, FBI." Constantine showed his ID. "I suggest you think carefully before you speak."

In the United States, law enforcement agencies still have sufficient deterrence; those who dare to confront the FBI are either brainless or have lawyers. So when Constantine showed his ID, the homeless people who were about to gather almost all stopped.

Only Lin You could see clearly that this crappy FBI ID was clearly an advertising card of some erotic bar, except that the bunny girl's contact number on it was replaced with the ID number through magic.

The FBI's ID scared the homeless man, but it couldn't scare those guys who smelled of sulfur; after a brief pause, a few people still came out of the crowd and surrounded Constantine.

"Let me see your ID, Agent." Someone reached for the ID.

Constantine had been waiting for this moment; he threw away his "document" and pressed hard on his chest pocket. A short insect chirp sounded in his pocket.

The chirping of insects was short and faint, and it was possible that one could not hear it clearly if one was a little far away; but such a sound, which tested the hearing of ordinary people, made the several "people" who gathered around let out even more terrifying and shrill screams, and retreated back in fear.

Taking advantage of the brief gap, Constantine took out a small wine flask from somewhere's pocket, poured the holy water in the flask into the palm of his hand, and then sprinkled it in all directions.

For demons, being sprinkled with holy water is like being roasted by flames for humans; the pain is beyond words.

So, the wanderers in the church saw a scene that they would never forget: a blond man in a windbreaker and brass knuckles was beating up four or five burly men; those men were screaming in pain, but the wounds caused by the brass knuckles did not bleed, but instead dripped black carbon ash; blue smoke continued to come out of the exposed skin on the head, arms and other parts of the body.

The next moment, the faces of the wanderers who were originally at a loss changed at the same time; their frightened expressions were replaced by a silent and dull expression, and their retreating steps stopped at the same time, and they turned to surround the crowd again.

"Dantalin, they are controlled by Dantalin." Phoenix made a sharp childish voice. Helena subconsciously raised the gun, but hesitated and did not dare to pull the trigger - killing a controlled human was not the same as beating a demon.

Fortunately, there was still a wizard on the scene. It was much easier to deal with twenty or so Muggle homeless people than to fight against the "saints". A few "obstacle spells" and "stunning spells" were cast, and the opponents fell to the ground.

On the other side, Constantine also finished the beating; the beaten men were all "shattered into pieces", turning into pieces of charcoal scattered on the floor.

"It's strange, there are only a few hybrid demons; aren't the protective measures too casual?" Constantine said to himself while panting.

Before he finished speaking, the temperature in the church suddenly rose; a sharp whistling sound of wind passing through cracks gradually approached, instantly hitting everyone's eardrums.

The flames of several bonfires in the room flickered, and suddenly sparks flew all over the sky; the sparks fell on the ceiling, walls, and floor, and each time they landed, they turned into a charred area. These charred marks were like an opened sewer, and soon dry and pus-filled limbs stretched out from them.

Soon, strange-looking monsters crawled out using their hands and feet. The little phoenix, who had lived in hell for two thousand years, explained to everyone: "They are inferior monsters."

At this time, everyone heard clearly that the so-called sharp whistling sound was actually the hissing and screaming sound from the mouth of the inferior demon.

Lin You rolled his eyes and said to Constantine: "Aren't you talking too early?"

Constantine disagreed: "Relax, relax. Just help me block them for a while."

Lin You waved the dark wood wand around everyone, setting up a circle of "absolute protection" and asked at the same time: "How long do you mean by 'a while'?"

"It's about the time it takes me to light a cigarette." Constantine said as he took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself under Helena's surprised gaze and Lin You's contempt. Seeing hundreds of inferior demons flying over and colliding with the protective magic shield, he put a piece of rag on the lighter.

The small rag made a "puff" sound when it was ignited, and the originally green flame suddenly shone brightly, illuminating every corner of the church. As soon as each inferior demon was illuminated by the light, blazing flames immediately rose from his body, and in the blink of an eye, he was reduced to ashes.

The scream from the inferior demon reached its peak in a very short time, and then disappeared quickly the next moment.

When the light faded, it took away all the demons in the church.

The temperature around quickly dropped to normal levels, and the bonfire in the tin can swayed, but soon returned to normal.

"This... The battle with the devil in Mexico before was not like this." Helena was a little stunned for a moment; she was the only ordinary person present, and in the past fifty or sixty years of her life, she had never experienced such an exciting experience.

"Home and away are different, ma'am." Constantine said with a smile, "The Reds are the strongest at Anfield."

"I prefer watching the Super Bowl." Helena replied nonchalantly, looking around, "But where are Danlin and Simonli? Aren't they here?"

Phoenix timidly pointed to the side room next to the pulpit: "Over there, behind that door."

Everyone followed the direction of the finger and saw a greasy black door. In this building where almost all wooden products had been dismantled and reused, a wooden door was still intact, and it was still tightly closed even when the sky was turned upside down. This in itself was a bit weird.

Constantine stared at the door for a moment, then turned to look at Lin You: "It's your turn to open the door."

"What do you mean?"

Constantine smiled evilly and said as if it was a matter of course: "I was the one who pushed open the door of the church just now; this is the second door, shouldn't it be your turn?"

(End of this chapter)