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"Mr. Sandman, please give me a sweet dream that makes her the sweetest girl ever. Let her lips be like roses and clover and tell her that her lonely nights are over. Mr. Sandman, I'm so lonely, No one can even talk to me. Please use your magic, Mr. Sandman, please give me a dream..."

Constantine continued to hum the old song "The Sandman" in the cocoon room. He took out his cigarette case and pinched out the last cigarette. He saw the small red flowers scattered in the sky, which was like a mourning ceremony. , a mourning for old dreams, a sigh of relief at the change of seasons, the withering and rebirth of all things.

Constantine sat under the dark bubbles of the broken universe. He put the cigarette into his mouth, and then watched the flame of the lighter jump out.

The flame was swaying, fragile and small, but it was still struggling. It burned with all its strength the moment it was ignited. It knew that it would eventually go out, so it was so angry.

A low note seemed to be played from above the cocoon room, followed by a piece of music rolled up under the yellow sand in the sky. Constantine seemed to hear a distant and quiet echo. He raised his head and grinned.

Ashes began to rise upward along with wisps of smoke.

"... Mr. Sandman, give me a dream, let her be the sweetest one. Tell her that I am not a wanderer. Then tell her that her lonely night is over..." Constantine said sadly. The notes continued to hum and he waited, closing his eyes.

Not far away, Death was wearing a black jacket and standing on the edge of the cocoon room, hugging her shoulders. Her eyes under heavy eyeshadow stared at John Constantine. She smiled, she waited, and she never left...

……

"You are really crazy!" "Wanderer", the surviving member of the "Timeline Guardian" who finally woke up, stared at his eyes with dim light and exclaimed, "You know that once we fail, time will change from two to two times. We will destroy everything quickly! We will cut off the entire circle! We will destroy history and creation!"

Constantine looked at the "Wanderer" firmly, "I didn't save you just to listen to your nonsense here! Time has begun to pass away, and creation is ending! What do we have to worry about? And this When has the world not been crazy?"

"Perhaps... it's feasible." Matthew Ryder put his chin in his hands and thought intently, "But we need more precise and cutting-edge machines. The vanishing point no longer exists, and our base has been swallowed by time. We need to be more powerful. observation machine."

Constantine smoked a cigarette and said, "Winters, show them!"

Winters raised the golden cane in his hand with a very gloomy expression. He didn't like being ordered around by others, but he had no choice. He had already made a serious mistake, and he needed to cooperate with Constantine, a madman, to save everything.

When the cane touched the flames of the fireplace, a new scene appeared in the violently swaying flames. It was a battlefield in the universe.

The four people saw a huge city that was being invaded by foreign enemies. Raging flames ignited from the city walls and fortresses, and the warriors in succession tried their best to resist the overwhelming rain of bullets.

Several giant-like warriors are now surrounding a tall warrior wearing golden armor and holding a sword. That is Ares, the God of War of Olympus. His power now seems to be boundless, and he is even constantly changing. Strong, the two giants have fallen to the ground, but they still refuse to give up.

"That's...Adam!" "Wanderer" recognized the giant guard in the "Eternal Realm", the fortress guarding the border of the multiverse. "Oh my God...the gods created them, but now they want to do it with their own hands." Destroy their own creation! They broke their oath! They all succumbed to the 'Wild Hunt'!"

"The 'Eternal Realm' does have the technology we need! You can even contact the 'Time Man' there! He is a student of Metron, the God of Knowledge! He controls the 'Philosopher's Stone'!" Matthew looked at " The battlefield of "Eternal Realm" suddenly became excited, and he turned to his other self, "'Wanderer'! Constantine is right, there are all the resources we need there! There is even a super time and space treadmill there!"

"Wanderer" clenched his fists, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

"Then, let's go, you two! We don't have time to hesitate!" Constantine held the cigarette butt, his eyes reflected the firelight, and his smile was strange and firm, "Let's roll the dice, everyone! This may be the last time in my life. A big gamble!"

……

Isabella opened the heavy book that Chen Yu left behind before disappearing.

"Book of Destiny", seven bloody marks that look like curled up babies are strung together on the title page.

Beneath the marks was a broken chain.

In the empty Bat Cave, there is only the sound of water from the underground waterfall in the distance, which is like a passionate and grand dark symphony.

Tim Hunter also disappeared, and a translucent crystal tree emitting pure white light rose where he originally stood.

The earth is trembling, and a change has occurred.

Isabella's coat was fluttering behind her, and her long messy hair was also flying in the wind. She took out the last cigarette and put it in her mouth, and she grinned.

"Are you here to pick me up?" Isabella did not look back, but she knew who the person standing behind her was. She always knew that she was luckier than others because she had seen death long ago.

"It depends on you, Isabella Constantine." Death sighed, with a gentle smile always on her fair face, "You keep rejecting me and rejecting fate, you and Lucifer are really are very similar, the only difference is that Lucifer does not belong to me, and you...well...I just want to listen to this song you played now. Chen gave you the music score, and he handed over everything to you, but You still have a choice, you are smart, and I won’t say anything more because you are the only one who has not deceived yourself.”

Isabella giggled and turned around. She stared death in the eye. "If I hadn't deceived myself, I would have cut my own throat right away. I would have followed my family away. And everyone You know, I am a liar, I am afraid of death, and I am constantly struggling just to survive."

Death took two steps and stood in front of Isabella. She tilted her head and looked at Isabella, then raised her arm and gently touched Isabella's face, "You love this deeply. World, Isabella, you love this world more than anyone else. You move forward in loneliness just to prevent others from leaving in loneliness and sadness, and your lies are just you piercing other lies. weapons."

Isabella's eyes slowly widened, and there was a glimmer in her eyes, but she quickly took a step back, "I remember now, it was the song you sang when I cut my wrist, right? ?”

Death raised her head with her hands in her pockets. She blinked, then turned away, "Mr. Sandman, I am so lonely. Why don't I have anyone who cares about me? Please use your magic, Mr. Sandman, just give it to me." Just a dream..."

Isabella laughed heartily. She took a long puff of cigarette, then looked back at the "Book of Destiny" in her hand. She slowly put it down, and then rolled up her sleeves. Finally, Isabella La knelt on the cold ground with a cigarette in her mouth and took out a folding knife.

"...Mr. Sandman, give me a dream. Give her a pair of tender eyes, a lonely heart like a clown, and a head of curly hair like Leberache. Mr. Sandman, before I grow old, How nice it would be to be hugged, please use your magic..." The black hair of death is looming under the flickering lights, the shadow under her feet has not changed, her shadow will never change.

Isabella cut her wrist open amid the death song and the energy storm that seemed to be about to sweep everything.

A drop of blood fell into the ring in the center of the title page of "The Book of Destiny".