Constantine was confident that this could kill them.
But in the next moment, he fell into great shock.
The hooded girl's eyes turned red again. She pushed Bella aside and waved her sword.
The first bullet that was fired toward her was cut in half.
Then, the girl moved at an extremely fast speed, faster than Constantine could aim at her.
Avoiding all the bullets fired at her, she successfully approached Constantine.
Too fast!
Constantine couldn't even see how she did it.
He was not the only one who fell into worry and fear. At the side, Bella's eyes showed worry as well.
Even though her sister was the one who was going to achieve the final victory.
A golden light shone.
Constantine stepped backwards and moved his body sideways by instinct.
The sword cut down.
Before Constantine could react with any action, in the next second, the sword cut toward his neck again.
"Okay, fine. Bye. See you next time."
A white light shone again.
Constantine returned to his room.
He took a deep breath.
He smiled.
Although he did not yet know how to defeat the sisters, at least he could make sure she couldn't kill him.
Close to death? Goodbye, and see you next time.
Constantine looked at his necklace with satisfaction, and he noticed something different.
The light had become dimmer.
Constantine frowned.
"So every time I move between worlds, it consumes some energy?"
Constantine then took off the necklace and dropped another drop of his blood onto it.
Nothing changed. The red light remained the same, neither brighter nor dimmer.
"The number of times is limited before I find a way to recharge it."
He rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.
"The girl becomes extremely fast when her eyes turn red. If not, she is not much stronger than me."
"So the only chance for me to defeat her is when her eyes are not red."
A plan to defeat the sisters formed in Constantine's mind.
Before that, he needed better equipment. His intuition would not work every time. Sometimes, it was more like luck.
Constantine moved to his storeroom.
Five minutes later, he found a helmet and equipment.
"Long time no see, old friend."
The helmet was made of titanium. It was not the most advanced helmet in the world, but it had accompanied Constantine through many battles, saving his life many times.
It covered his entire head and face, with only the eye area made of bulletproof glass.
Because of its material, it could stop a 7.62 mm bullet from penetrating it in mid-range combat.
Along with it came other equipment, a set of heavy armour.
Another five minutes later, Constantine had equipped the helmet and armour.
Every part of his body, including his hands and legs, was protected.
This full set of equipment could protect him from being killed by a 7.62 mm bullet, so maybe it could also protect him from a mage's sword or dagger.
Maybe.
Besides that, he also brought ten magazines with a total of three hundred bullets and another five grenades.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Constantine took a deep breath.
A white light shone again.
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"Yaaaa! Bad guy, go die!"
A familiar voice reached his ears.
Bella charged at him again.
Without hesitation, he lifted his heavy boot and kicked her directly.
Bella was kicked several meters away.
Constantine did not relax and remained alert.
Normally, the hooded girl would appear after this.
"Arghhhh…"
The girl did not appear, but something else caught Constantine's attention.
A group of rotting humanoid creatures was gathering at the windows, trying to get into the house.
Constantine frowned. Zombies?
Forget that for now. He had to stay alert for the girl who was the bigger threat.
Ching!
As expected, a sword cut toward him from behind.
Without hesitation, Constantine returned to his room the moment he heard the sound of the wind breaking.
Constantine disappeared.
Cassandra knelt on the ground, supporting herself with her sword.
Bella, who had been kicked away, rushed over to her.
"Can you still move? We need to leave. That guy will be back anytime."
Cassandra shook her head.
"I used all my mana the second time he came here. That attack just now was all I had left…"
Before she finished speaking, she fell unconscious.
Seeing this, Bella felt a surge of anxiety.
"Don't move."
At that moment, she felt cold metal pressed against the back of her head.
Instead of killing her, Constantine desperately wanted to understand his current situation.
"You… cultivator scum," Bella cursed, even though she was afraid.
Cultivator?
So he was in a world where cultivators existed.
And she assumed he was a cultivator.
Logical enough, disappearing and appearing from nowhere.
"I'm not a cultivator. What's wrong with the zombies outside, and who are you two, kid?"
Constantine asked.
"I'm not a kid anymore. I'm fucking nine years old."
"Okay, kid."
Then Constantine turned his gun toward the zombies and fired.
The bullets hit their heads accurately.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Young Bella was already terrified by what she had seen.
After killing several of them, he turned to Cassandra and pointed his gun at her head.
"Tell me everything you know, or I will make sure your sister dies."
Under his coercion, Bella answered every question Constantine asked.
He was now in an apocalyptic world. Those zombies were one of its products.
"You still haven't answered my question. What are you two?"
"We are mages who use magic and swords. Why would someone in this world have absolutely no idea about this?"
Bella said, her voice trembling with tears.
Constantine fell silent.
An apocalyptic world with magicians and cultivators? Interesting.
"I've told you everything you asked. Please let Cassandra go."
Constantine looked at Cassandra.
"So your name is Cassandra, huh? What's wrong with you now? I thought you were good at chopping off my head?"
Cassandra remained silent.
"Hey, kid, do you know what's wrong with your sister? Can't turn her eyes red again? Or is she going to turn into one of those zombies?"
Bella lowered her head and replied.
"We haven't had any food for a week. We finished our remaining water a few days ago."
Food?
"So both of your original plans were to take me as food."