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John stared at the white light on the wall with a bloody face. Surrounding the light were the last traces of the unlucky fishman left in the world.

Now, the bloody human figures on the wall looked extremely ridiculous, and the white light entering the castle looked more like a crack in the fish-man's belly.

John had no time to lament that he had not yet completed his not-so-perfect plan. In fact, the entire plan was full of loopholes and could not withstand the slightest scrutiny. It was built on the current situation where multiple forces are competing against time, and it depends on how many bastards can be attracted into it. The urn comes to support the scene.

John was just a fisherman throwing bait into the water.

Just like now.

John bit his cigarette butt and took a few steps forward. He forced himself not to look at the bubbling and spreading pile of dark red mud on the ground. He also resisted the urge to vomit in the thick smell of blood in the air. Now John just stared at the white light inside the humanoid outline, and then took out the small balloon in his pocket and a tube of fish-man's blood.

John threw them all out and watched them disappear completely into the white light.

John continued to observe the white light for a few more times, then he spit out the cigarette butt and took out a page from the history book of heaven given to him by Metatron.

There is a passage written on it in the language of angels. This is a sacred font that can only be seen by angels. Mortals cannot see it and cannot look directly at it. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful. Having your eyes burned through is simply the luckiest ending. And If the wrath of heaven becomes more intense, your brain will boil, and you will fall into purgatory in extreme pain and experience endless suffering.

As for whether your final destination will be hell or heaven, no one knows.

After all, those bastards in the sky don't care about the fate of these humble ants.

John looked sideways for a moment. He carefully unfolded the paper. He squatted down and shook the paper on the meat as if it were dipped in ketchup. He let the paper get some blood on it, and then turned around. , fold the paper again.

Today, on the street in front of John, countless black shadows gather near the wall where the fish-man died. Every being who wants to escape from the current universe and enter the new universe created by Lucifer is eager and greedy. Stare at that white light.

Not everyone can abandon everything they own, but these people also want to leave this universe, because desire drives them to find new opportunities in a new world. What they smell is not freedom, but profit.

There are not only those mortals here, but also gods and monsters in disguise, and even spies from some forces.

John smiled evilly and raised his hand holding the blood-stained paper. He looked around at all the figures in the darkness, as if he had already guessed how these people would react.

A group of greedy eyes began to be attracted to the piece of paper that Metatron handed to John. Some of them were shrewd and cunning people. They knew what it was, and they also knew the hole John had made in the wall. means nothing.

"I need a volunteer! A pioneer! A messenger!" John said loudly, his voice echoed in the silent streets, and his voice penetrated into the ears of every spectator like a soul-stirring spell. , "This is also a ticket! If successful, everyone can enter that castle! You know what that means! After all, it is equivalent to controlling a key!"

The key means power in another universe.

John did not finish the second half of the sentence. After all, as long as they were not fools, everyone present would know what John meant.

"Why don't you want it?" A man's voice sounded among the dark figures.

"Because my mother doesn't want to gamble!" John smiled provocatively at everyone, "I don't have to go in! I don't have such a strong desire! Think of me as a kind almsgiver! Or an experiment Pie idealists! You know what lives there! It's not Snow White lying in the coffin! It's not Sleeping Beauty! There is no fairy tale there! There is only an unknown opportunity and a terrifying existence that can destroy you! But There's strength in numbers, isn't it? And this is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If that door isn't given permission within, it will close quickly! The ticket will also lose its entire meaning! Take your pick, I think you only have …”

John exaggeratedly raised his hand and looked at his wrist, but he didn't have a watch at all. This was all an act. He quickly looked at everyone with a bright evil smile, "Five minutes! Maybe less! After all, this is just an experiment. I have no idea how long the sacrifice of a miserable soul can last!”

John shut his mouth. He had done most of what he could do. Before entering Lucifer's castle, he could only wait for a winner.

John steadily took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it into his mouth. He didn't even look at the silent guys when he lit it.

They will make a choice. After all, there are many beings peeping at Lucifer's universe. This is a very tempting thing, and John gives a chance.

Just like when Chen Yu instigated Hell to fight for the kingship, no one would let go of this opportunity.

Sure enough, a sturdy man with a red beard walked over. He glanced at John, and then grabbed the folded paper in John's hand.

The guy unfolded the paper. He glanced at the paper and found that nothing unexpected happened.

John knew that this guy must be a god or something, and his status as a transcendent mortal prevented him from being brutally punished.

But this was temporary, and he had no idea what he was about to face.

As John puffed out smoke, he watched coldly as the red-bearded man stepped on the fish-man's remains and bloodstains towards the white light. He only paused in front of the white light for a second before getting in.

The crowd started to stir slightly, and everyone gathered closer to the wall again.

In the silence, John couldn't even hear the sound of breathing. He knew that he had everyone in his bag, which would be hundreds of chess pieces.

But they are far from enough to negotiate with Lucifer, they also need packaging and processing.

"He succeeded." John announced the result that he had known for a long time.

At this moment, everyone walked towards the door. They no longer paid attention to John. They moved forward in silence, knowing what they were going to do.

And they also knew that the guy who controlled the key didn't dare to close the door. After all, he also needed to defeat Lucifer, he needed an army, and he needed the help of more people.

John looked at this spectacular scene, he didn't chuckle, he just sighed at how crazy people can be driven by desire.

"This is really a good show!" A woman's voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

When John turned around, he saw a blond woman wearing a windbreaker and braids. The woman had a scar on her face, and her joking smile was very unpleasant.

The woman calmly put a cigarette into her mouth at this time, and then squeezed in front of John in the crowd, "Borrow a light, man! I don't think we are in a hurry to walk in, right?"