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"John Constantine..." Metatron turned around, his face under his long hair was cold and arrogant, and he seemed to be older than Michael and Lucifer. The thirty-six wings behind Metatron are more gorgeous and complicated than those of any angel even if they are folded. In his left hand, he always holds a book decorated with a special six-pointed star array, like the fate of an endless family.

The difference is that Destiny is blind, while Metatron's eyes are as bright as torches.

Metatron is the scribe of the City of Silver. He not only commands the Angel Legion, he is also the one responsible for guarding the throne of God. During the long years that Michael lived on earth, it was Metatron who followed the will of God's voice and led a group of brothers and sisters to protect the Silver City.

But now, with the fall of Gabriel, Lucifer giving up the throne of hell, and a series of crises caused by the "Wild Hunt", coupled with the disappearance of the vengeful angel Raguel, most members of the Angel Legion are involved in the dispute, and the new The King of Hell, the First Fallen, declared war on the City of Silver...

Today, God is silent.

Metatron certainly didn't know about Elaine Belloc's situation. He didn't even know that God was dead. He gave all his power to his granddaughter Elaine before leaving.

But Constantine learned these secrets from Chen Yu.

As the saying goes, leaning against the big tree is good for enjoying the cool.

Constantine held a lot of chips in his hand. He had never dealt with so many good cards. However, the cards in his hand were so good that his smile deserved a beating. "I know you are very busy. After all, there is a game." There's a battle to be fought, those hell ones..."

Metatron grabbed Constantine's neck with a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye. His golden eyes stared at Constantine with contempt, and then slowly pulled Constantine off the ground, "I am Voice of God, I know what medicine you are selling in your gourd, Constantine! I also know that you are standing with that guy named Chen Yu! Like the First Fallen and Lucifer, you are the chief culprits in disturbing the balance of creation. The culprit! Just because I knew you would always dig your own grave, that’s why I ignored you, a bastard! But you threw yourself into a trap!"

Constantine felt that Metatron's hand holding his neck was still tightening, and the palm of his hand was extremely hot, as if a whole furnace was lit.

Constantine clapped Metatron's hand in horror. His only weapon was his eloquent mouth. He didn't want Metatron to burn his neck to death before he could say a deceptive word.

"We...are...a group..." Constantine said these words with difficulty.

Metatron narrowed his eyes, and he saw Constantine constantly pointing at the ugly woman covered by the Vatican Black Book on the bed.

"That's a scam. This is proof that you are committing suicide, Constantine! What else do you want to argue with?" Metatron said in a deep voice, "I know that the shadow of Mileos remains in those pages. I love you deeply. I care about this pathetic brother of mine, but his fall is a fact. Like Lucifer, he is a rebellious son who rebelled against God!"

Constantine shook his head as hard as he could, and he still pointed at the descendant of the siren. His face was so red that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Well..." Metatron turned his head to observe the woman. After a while, he finally let go of his hand, letting Constantine fall to the ground.

Big beads of sweat fell on the dirty floor. Constantine knelt there and sucked in the turbid air. His neck still hurt terribly from the inside out, and the blood-red palm prints were clearly imprinted on his skin.

"This is the false Messiah you deceived me." Metatron walked to the bed step by step. He stared down at the woman, the arrogance in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by confusion and confusion, "She... It is indeed very similar to Jesus, but this power does not come from the Silver City, it... does not belong to heaven."

"Don't you understand, Metatron?" Constantine simply sat down on the ground. With a look of disgust on his face, he shook off the small balloon stuck to his sweaty hands, and then took out a balloon from his pocket. He put a cigarette into his mouth and lit it, but after just one puff, he coughed violently. The severe pain in his trachea and the spicy taste of the cigarette made him even more uncomfortable.

"What do you want to say?" Metatron turned to Constantine, but Constantine could only raise his hand to signal him to slow down.

Metatron walked over impatiently. He just tapped Constantine's forehead and healed the scumbag's neck injury.

Constantine let out a long breath of joy, and then took a long puff of cigarette, and all the smoke sprayed into Metatron's face, but he didn't take it seriously. He still smiled shamelessly, "You almost You took away one of my top three hobbies, man!"

"I can return the pain to you exponentially, Constantine!" Metatron shouted coldly, "So, let it go quickly, you scum!"

Constantine stood up calmly. He wiped the dust off his butt with a cigarette in his mouth, and then turned to look at the descendants of the Siren, "Odin wants to get her because you saw the child inside her. What’s going on, you should also know how important this change is now that God is missing.”

"Is it important? She is not Maria who has received divine grace. She is not qualified to give birth to this evil thing that blasphemes faith!" Metatron said with extreme disgust, "This child should not be born, he must die!"

"You are right about being threatened, Metatron. But you are being stupid when you say you want to kill this child." Constantine calmed down, holding the cigarette and smiling calmly, "What this child wants is What you have is the Book of Revelation, and you should be able to see what that means. God is missing, and what if this child is the clue God left behind? What if this child is God’s will?”

Metatron frowned, he fell silent, and his firm will began to waver. Because Metatron is the voice of God, through him, God's supreme authoritative voice will spread throughout the Silver City, but now, Metatron can no longer hear the voice of God.

No... It should be said that he heard a child's voice. The voice was very weak, like a girl murmuring in confusion.

Metatron didn't know what this meant. He asked questions but never got answers.

"What if God is preparing a new plan?" Constantine observed the expression on Metatron's face with a sinister smile. He knew that the scribe of heaven was about to take the bait, and he had to work harder, "What if …Is this woman’s child the real Messiah? A new Jesus, a new Anointed One, a new…Beloved!”

Metatron bit his lip, and after a while, he said quietly, "What else do you want to say, Constantine?"

"There is a castle at the west end of this street. You should know who it belongs to." Constantine put his hands in his pockets while holding a cigarette in his mouth. "And this child came here. Could it be a coincidence? You should You know, no matter how careless Lucifer is, your father still loves him the most..."

"You're saying... God asked Lucifer to guide the new Messiah?" Metatron suddenly turned around, his eyes widened in shock, and then said angrily, "This is impossible! I love him! Of course ! Even though he has fallen! I still love him deeply! But he is Satan! He once wanted to kill light and order with his own hands! His selfishness makes him destroy any good things at will! He cannot be the guide! He Not Gabriel! No...it can't be him!"

"Choice, Metatron," Constantine said, "or God gives a choice. Lucifer has a new universe, his own, and if he gets the Messiah, you know what will happen ? Maybe God wants him to sit on the throne of the Silver City, and you are destined to assist him."

Metatron was even more frightened, and he felt more and more that what Constantine said was the truth.

"But like I said, you also have a choice, Metatron." Constantine admired Metatron's expression with satisfaction, "If...I mean if the universe controlled by Lucifer is no longer What if Lucifer loses all his power? What if the Messiah needs a guide, and in the end there is only one suitable candidate left?"

Metatron suddenly raised his head, and he looked into Constantine's cunning eyes, and he began to understand Constantine's insidious plan.

"All I need is to enter that castle." Constantine said while puffing out smoke.