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"The universe is vibrating, it's like a symphony that never ends... Constantine, if the multiverse is becoming complete, then the time flow will be restored again, maybe we don't need to let the 'time line' The Guardians continued their suicidal mission." Baron Winters stretched his neck and stared at the flames in the fireplace. He saw more blazing images. Under the manipulation of the golden spear-like cane, some new ones Changes are coming.

"No, dear Winters, you are too damn short-sighted! What do you want is reconciliation, or do you want those bastards to kneel down for you! As far as I know, you should know better than to beat those guys up. They won't reconcile with you!" Constantine held a cigarette in his mouth and looked down at the flames in the fireplace. He didn't care about the changes in the timeline now. All his energy was focused on the "Treader" and the horse. On Hugh Ryder, "Do you know what those bastards did to my friends? Do you know how those bastards planned to destroy me?"

Baron Winters glanced sideways for a moment, but he did not ask the question because the answer was obvious.

"Those bastards found every guy who was close to me, as well as their families, their friends, and their lovers. Every name on the tombstone is a bloody and painful torture. Those bastards will tell my friends, It's all Constantine's fault, and Constantine will live, and everyone will die except Constantine." Constantine puffed out smoke, his eyes flashed with the brilliance of fire, he didn't smile, he Nor did he feel complacent in this matter, because that was his price, "Those bastards wanted me to kneel down, make me cry, and make me take the initiative to slit my neck and end my miserable life."

"We all know the ending, Constantine." Baron Winters narrowed his eyes impatiently, "But the return of the multiverse and the integrity of the time flow are not something that Odin's gods or the demons of hell can control. They have already Having lost most of our chips, we can directly kill Lex Luthor, cut off the connection between Darkseid and the multiverse, destroy existing plans, and we can repair all mistakes until..."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Winters?" Constantine turned his head, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glare, "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, you have more. Chips, you still want to get that balance of eggs! But the fact is, there is no balance at all, Winters! It's always been a life and death fight! The gods will not forget this! They will not be equal to mortals. Get along! Because they think they are hunters, get it, Winters! Your so-called reconciliation is just to get off the chopping board temporarily, but one day you will still be disemboweled! Do you want to die, Winters? ? Lose this hellish place, then start to age, start to see everything clearly, you are an addict! Once you get out of here, a seven-year-old kid can kill you!"

Baron Winters trembled slightly, but he still maintained his calm and extremely arrogant face. He curled his lips and said nothing. Of course, Baron Winters still doesn't believe Constantine's vulgar theory, or most people don't approve of Constantine's extreme approach. That's crazy, just like adding fuel to the fire.

But Baron Winters was more afraid of what Constantine might do to him. Those guys from the magical world, as well as those supernatural creatures, whoever came to Constantine would only have one end. They may be able to kill some of Constantine's friends or family members, they may be able to make Constantine suffer, but they will never be the winners in the end.

In that ending that is not beautiful and does not solve any substantive problems, at least Constantine survives to the end, while those enemies will always become a pile of rotten meat, or be in a miserable situation and will never recover.

The most tragic situation that Baron Winters can think of for himself is undoubtedly to be thrown out of this house. He will say goodbye to immortality, magic and prophecy. He will become a blind, bad old man, complaining about everything. and dying in fear of the unknown.

"Very well, Constantine, let us continue." Baron Winters gritted his teeth and said viciously, "You better know what you are doing!"

"Of course I know, Winters! It's just that I can't see the end of this road clearly! And since I can't see it, I won't let anyone see it!" Constantine smiled evilly, "This is what the hell My method! Reshuffle the cards and no one can fucking cheat! Then... we'll see! At least my ability to fish in troubled waters can rival Satan!"

Baron Winters shivered again. He couldn't help but glance at his old buddy, the leopard Merlin. He noticed that Merlin was trembling. He stared straight at Constantine without making a single roar. .

"They're in, Constantine! What to do next!" Baron Winters quickly changed the topic. He temporarily let his mind go. He didn't want to continue thinking about Constantine, a rotten person. He pointed at "Tampon" with his cane. "Wanderer" and Matthew Ryder, they are flying quickly in the extremely huge steel city. They are surrounded by miniature worlds shrouded in glass covers, and there is also a space emitting pure white light that looks like wearing a space suit. A man-like guy was leading the two of them, "If they really find Time Man, the apprentice of Metron, the God of Knowledge, how are you going to seize the Philosopher's Stone?"

"It's very simple, Winters." Constantine blew out the smoke into Baron Winters' face, then came over and pretended to be enthusiastic and touched Baron Winters' neck. Baron Winters turned to one side in extreme disgust. While tilting his head, Constantine smiled and said, "Either cooperate or kill him! Get ready, man! When the time comes, we have to help the 'Time Line Guardian'!"

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"Wanderer"'s long hair made of flame-like beams of light fluttered, and his golden fluid-like body reflected the surrounding light. He quickly stepped on a skateboard made of light waves and passed through the air, standing on a special aircraft beside him. , Matthew, wearing a dark blue tight-fitting suit, looked solemn. The special glasses he wore on his left eye were scanning everything around him through an artificial intelligence device manufactured by future technology, and sensing the fluctuations of time particles.

"Boy, this is the museum area! It's located below the Almighty City! There are replicas of some worlds here, including some embryos of miniature universes!" The guy in a space suit, who exuded pure white light, held tightly Following two superheroes, he has no entity. He is the artificial intelligence "Dust" and the core system that assists the operation of the Almighty City. The mechanical chair he rides on is a replica of Metron's Mobius Chair. , or the first generation product, "Adam I asked me to lead the way for you two. The super time treadmill is just ahead! But if you want to find the dimension where the 'Time Man' is, I'm afraid it's a little difficult now! We are at war and I can't call There is too much energy and computing power, I can only teach you one method!”

"Wanderer" nodded as he flew, "Just do it, Dust! We have no choice!"