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Chen Yu turned around suddenly, and he felt Odin's burning and longing gaze. This hide-and-seek game is about to reach its end, and Chen Yu no longer needs to hide. He was going to lead Odin and the "Wild Hunt" to target him, but Mandrake's conspiracy disrupted the pace.

However, this did Chen Yu a big favor. Not only did he escape, he also got rid of the "hunted god" posture, and also disintegrated the root of "Wild Hunt" from within the chaos.

The ancient rules have been subverted, and now it will be a tough battle with real swords and guns, but...it is still not Chen Yu who will deal with Odin.

Just when Brainiac's artificial intelligence was temporarily offline, the ghost controlled by Izanami had completely lost its chains. He was a spirit of vengeance, and his eternal rage needed an outlet.

All the chess pieces on the chessboard are now moving. All Chen Yu has to do is to pull the thread in his hand. He must remember the last knot. He must hold steady until history emerges from time in its new form. .

"Constantine, you must be faster." Chen Yu said softly between the countless dimensions, "You must run across the finish line."

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John Constantine looked down at the blazing fire in the fireplace in Baron Winters' mansion. There was no smile on his focused face, and the cigarette held between his fingers was about to burn out.

Now, even Baron Winters and Merlin the Leopard are silent. They have no other choice. They must now make a desperate move.

Because all roads were blocked by Constantine, he forced everyone to stand on the starting line. They are now waiting for the starting gun to sound.

In the flames, the "Treader" of the "Time Line Guardian" and Matthew Ryder, the same person from two different parallel realities, stood in the center of the silver-white ring of the super time treadmill. They were already in place. .

"You have to add fuel to the fire, Winters, use the ashes of the dead people you have accumulated, everyone's! The dirty, hateful, sad, desperate... use everyone's souls to burn down the entire Saint Fill in the tragedy of Francisco! Use the souls of all the dead as firewood!" Constantine said suddenly.

Baron Winters turned his head suddenly, with a horrified expression on his face, and trembled, "Are you fucking crazy, Constantine? You know what this means! We are in a cycle, this This mansion is in the only constant San Francisco earthquake! You are going to send those painful souls to hell again and again!"

"If we succeed, they will all be saved. If we fail..." Constantine flicked the burned cigarette butt into the fire in the fireplace, then turned his head and said seriously, "Hell will no longer exist. At that time, do you think anyone would still care about this?”

Baron Winters gritted his teeth, while Merlin the leopard beside him whimpered.

"You are a bastard worse than a devil! You should be fucking erased from this world, Constantine!" Baron Winters stood up from the sofa and walked to the bookshelf next to the wall of the hall. "I Curse you!"

"Stop fucking being hypocritical! You were going to destroy the entire multiverse before, Winters!" Constantine smiled evilly again, "Maybe you should run for president, damn! You're confusing right and wrong, diverting The power of sight is simply outstanding! If there were an audience here, they might cheer you and drown me in spit!"

Baron Winters snorted coldly. He pulled out a large black-covered book from the bookshelf. He blew the dust accumulated on it and opened it. It contained information about the entire mansion. Dark secrets, and the echoes of souls locked in this cycle of time and space.

Baron Winters looked at it. He finally raised his cane and pointed the spear-like tip at the complex magic circle seal on the book. The core of it was a fragment of time. "Listen to my orders." , the seal is lifted now!"

The flames in the fireplace suddenly swayed violently, and they seemed to have souls leaping outward. The hot air seemed to burn out Constantine's eyes. Constantine had to take two steps back, but he still stared at the Countless fuzzy arms stretched out from the flames, as if countless souls were howling miserably.

The entire Baron Winters mansion trembled, and countless black shadows continued to gather and pour in from outside the suddenly opened door. It was a storm formed by the ashes of all the souls who died in this special space. The cry that came out.

They were no longer asleep. Baron Winters awakened them and guided them. At this time, Baron Winters raised his cane, and the yellowed pages of the opened book were also flashing with light blue light. The three-layer magic circle was rotating, as if a certain channel had been opened, and the black shadows were convolved in The ashes and the souls attached to them all eagerly got into the book.

For a time, countless people cried and screamed throughout the hall, and the transparent and blurry scene in the black shadow also appeared.

Those dead people displayed everything they experienced before death in mid-air. Strong emotions converged, they penetrated into the magic circle, and they merged into the fragments of time.

Constantine heard the sound of "ticking", and his body tilted as the mansion shook violently. He had to lower his body and grab the chair beside him. This feeling was like being in a house. A ship going through a storm.

The sound of breaking glass continued from outside the hall, and the door also shattered while swaying. Some wood chips flew over, and they cut Constantine's cheeks, and some were embedded in the back of his hands and shoulders. More flew into the fireplace, making the flames even brighter.

Immediately afterwards, various sounds like mountain roars and tsunami poured in from outside the door.

Constantine had to grit his teeth and lower his head. He watched his blood dripping on the ground, while the black shadow covered with ashes passed by.

All the dead people in San Francisco were summoned here with the confluence and pain caused by this ritual. Under the forced guidance of Baron Winters, they got into the flames of the fireplace. They came one after another, as if they wanted to make up for their past. Pity.

"The cycle has started, Constantine!" Baron Winters turned to the fireplace, his staff pointed at the flames, "What the hell are you going to do? I need a target! I can infiltrate the Miracle Realm now!" "

Constantine reluctantly raised his head. He touched the hot and painful wound, and then turned around in embarrassment to face the flames in the fireplace. It was now blood red, but the figures of "Treader" and Matthew Ryder were still clear.

"Not even close, Winters!" Constantine took out a cigarette from his pocket with trembling hands with bloody hands. He stuffed it into his mouth, and then said, "Lock that baby universe! We are going to Play with the big one!”