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John Constantine looked back in the night. He always felt like he was being spied on. Even though he knew that there were many bastards looking at the current situation, Chen Yu broke all the old patterns. The moment he accepted that he became the "hunted god", he had already thought of this move.

John didn't think this was his imagination. He knew that Chen Yu was no longer the guy who ignored all lives, not even his own life. Now that he had made this move, he would let himself go to the end.

Therefore, becoming the "god of the hunt" is by no means a complete sacrifice. He must be brewing some conspiracy.

Letting John take the initiative to find Lucifer Morningstar is the craziest step in this conspiracy.

Everyone is fucking selfish, even those "saints" who consider themselves idealists, they will be intoxicated by the prairie fire they have ignited, and eventually become lost.

Or watch the world go crazy.

In short, Chen Yu started it all, and he also disrupted the entire multiverse at the moment the "Wild Hunt" started, even reaching the divine realm above the multiverse and the dream world.

John knew the danger of this gamble the moment he saw Morpheus. Even the Endless family would be affected, especially Morpheus, a gloomy and dull guy. His arrogance and loneliness always made him carry an eternal feeling. It was tragic, and in the decisive attitude he showed the moment he handed over the pocket watch and the look in his eyes that understood John, the only thing John saw was...the determination to die.

But the dream will not disappear.

Just like now, John believed that there were still people in the chaos watching his every move as an insignificant British ruffian.

That was by no means a neurotic surprise. John was very sensitive to it now. It was all thanks to the weird habits and instincts given by Chen Yu. After all, he had once walked in hell on earth, surrounded by demons and all kinds of terrible things. Monsters are flooding every street. If he is not careful, he will become the unlucky guy who will be disemboweled. He must be cautious and alert, he must see more than others, and he must continue to live.

Like a cancer that can never be killed.

I'm still fucking alive! Are you angry or not?

John took a deep drag on his cigarette. He no longer felt the strange gaze, and he felt that there was no obvious malice in it.

Maybe they were the two accomplices Chen Yu mentioned who were causing trouble together? They never showed up, and now only John is still fighting alone.

What kind of help is this?

John bit the butt of his cigarette, and for the first time he seemed a little anxious. After all, he had just teased a big shot among the angels, and he had to go into Lucifer's territory to talk to this Satan himself.

This is definitely the craziest fucking move. If it were my old self, I would never provoke that guy, because Lucifer and the demons in hell are not on the same level at all. Even the First Fallen cannot compare to Lucifer. .

That treacherous guy can see through all lies. It is impossible to fool Lucifer with simple street tricks. Instead, you will be led into a trap, allowing you to walk towards eternal torture and completeness in the lucky joy of thinking that you have won. s failure.

cautious? careful? A perfect plan? A lie so subtle that it has no flaws?

No.

There is no way to defeat Lucifer 100%, and John knows that doing so is definitely the stupidest conceited act, since he can't win...

John stopped outside Lucifer's castle. He raised his head, put his hands in his pockets, and stared at the windowless and doorless white walls illuminated by the dim moonlight obscured by clouds.

"Sir? Can we really walk in?" The ugly, sweaty man behind John asked nervously and tremblingly, "Satan really lives there?"

John curled his lips.

If I fucking knew the answers to these shitty things, I wouldn't have interfered with Chen Yu's invitation at Ravenskan. I'm not going to follow him around and end up here to face Lucifer.

I should fucking take those damn pills and let myself rot in Ravenskane, or have my bones ripped out by demons...

Thinking of this, John fell silent. He knew how he had gotten to that point, and he knew what he had been afraid of.

Giving yourself over to the demon of Ravenskan? Go to hell! That's absolutely impossible!

Everything seemed to be destined. Even without Chen Yu, John would kill those bastards and then run away.

"Yes, buddy!" John turned around and hugged the fishman's neck. He grinned affectionately and said, "What's your name?"

"Koryak, sir." The fishman replied humbly, shrinking his neck, while his hands were entangled with each other uneasily.

"Ah...that's right, brother Koryak!" John patted the fishman on the shoulder, and then pointed at the blank wall with a hand holding a cigarette butt, "This is a noble war, Koryak. Gram! You are Joseph, the father who protects the Savior! You are witnessing the beginning of a new era! Don’t be afraid, man! Don’t forget who is standing behind you and me!”

The fishman calmed down a little, and he couldn't help but glance sideways. The eyes protruding out of the eye sockets were obviously eagerly looking for Metatron.

But Metatron cannot just appear like this. He is a good card, but his opponent is Lucifer. Once used incorrectly, even the scribe of heaven will be defeated by Lucifer.

After all, beyond this wall is Lucifer's territory. The rules there are not even governed by God, Lucifer is the God of that universe.

As expected of father and son, both are so fucking hypocritical!

"But, what can I do?" The fish-man still didn't have much confidence. He looked blankly at the wall that seemed to not open at all, "You, you asked me...then, what can those things do?"

The fishman was a little embarrassed to mention the stuff in the little balloon. He had never thought that defeating Satan would require such a thing.

"You are the father of the Messiah, Koryak, and you and your child are connected by blood." John began a new round of deception. "If the Messiah has come, your blood will also be blessed with the Holy Spirit." Well, you will go to immortality because of the Messiah, Koryak! Your blood will be with the Messiah!"

The fishman's eyes slowly widened, and the greed that once deceived the siren's descendants showed up again, and the excitement that was beyond words gradually began to rise.

"So, that will be our weapon!" John laughed. "Now, you just need to go to the wall and keep praying to the new Messiah. Even Satan can't stop this divine power!"

The fishman nodded immediately, and he finally showed an ugly smile. He walked towards the wall, opened his hands, and kept chanting, "My blood! My Messiah! My Lord, in your glory Next, I will break through all darkness! I will not be afraid of any evil..."

John backed away, as if to avoid something, and then he lit up another cigarette nervously.

"...I will defeat you! Satan! The devil who tries to dominate the Messiah!" The fish-man has pressed his hand on the cold wall. "The glory of the Lord will defeat you! Send you back into the world of blood and fire. Purgatory!”

At this time, the people who were still wandering outside Lucifer's Castle gathered together, and they looked at the crazy fish-man curiously.

"...In the name of the new Messiah! Open the door immediately! Come and greet our Lord's servants and biological father!" After the fishman hissed this declaration, his eyes suddenly widened, because there was really a white light. Appearing in front of him, he can put his hand in.

The fishman immediately turned back, and he looked at John excitedly and proudly, "Sir! We succeeded! We can really defeat Satan! We will not let him take away my Messiah! My..."

The fishmen exploded into a shower of blood.

John was spattered with blood and flesh. He wiped his face, then bent over and vomited.

After a while, he wiped his face, then looked resentfully at the white light that still hadn't disappeared on the wall and cursed, "Damn..."