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"Andre?" The eyebrows on Mazekin's intact face were raised. She knew the name, of course she knew it.

Because when he and Lucifer came to the world, the object of observation was Andre, a hybrid demon.

He is Mammon's cub, but he has no idea who his father is. His mother slit her own throat with broken glass the day after giving birth to him, and the clueless husband was numb with grief. Andre was brought up.

Of course Andre would not be content to stay in the slums of Newcastle and become a coal miner like his adoptive father, nor did he want to spend a boring life guarding this hellish place.

Perhaps it was the influence of Mammon blood. At the age of fifteen, Andre surrendered and killed a small leader of a rival gang called the "Powder Keg Gang". But what he didn't know was that that guy was actually He's an undercover police officer.

Before Andre shot, the undercover agent looked at the thin young man and hesitated. It was that moment of pity that made him become Andre's bragging rights, and also became Andre's first crime.

Mazekin had been observing Andre for many years. She watched the stupid young man sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire of sin, but Mazekin didn't understand why Lucifer was so interested in a hybrid demon.

Even if it was the son of Mammon, that guy still didn't matter.

Until Chen Yu's arrival.

and many more……

Mazekin suddenly tilted her head. She felt that there seemed to be some deviations in her memory. As if she had just woken up from a dream, she discovered that the memory that just flashed back in her mind did not seem to have happened, and she was not following Lucifer there. Time passed to the human world, and only after Chen Yu appeared did Lucifer leave hell.

This doesn't seem right either.

Mazekin felt that the two memories were constantly entangled with each other and mutually exclusive. This feeling made her extremely confused and even extremely annoyed.

Because many of these memories are contradictory, including the confrontation between her and Lilith, including Lilith's murder.

Mazekin had never felt like this before. This seemed to be what mortals would call schizophrenia.

But Mazekin is not a mortal. She has seen all the punishments in hell and the horrific scenes that mortals cannot bear. She will not go crazy.

"Ah... time is starting to work, right?" The First Fallen suddenly raised his head, his cunning golden eyes staring at the dark ceiling above, "You heard the bell, right? You should have noticed it too. , yes, we are in the clock, this is my cage, and it is also a gift to me... No, it should be said that it is not for me at all, nor for any of us here."

"What the hell does this mean?" Mazekin couldn't hold back her anger. She frowned, and the memory in her mind became even more confused amidst the inner vacillation and suspicion.

"The entire creation is returning and moving towards unity." The First Fallen smiled, "The fifth world is taking shape, and at the same time, the broken fusion universe is also returning to its original state. Everything you have experienced is true, Mazekin Madam, we are not heading for chaos, but we are in time and we are experiencing all history! We are fighting against these returning historical currents! And that flashpoint is our ark!”

Mazekin finally knew that as the only being in the entire creation, she had seen everything complete, so even if the multiverse became complete, she would not be greatly affected. Therefore, the chaos does not come from the return of history, but from the flashpoint that penetrates into history like a ghost.

It was this cycle that caused flaws in the complete creation, and also affected the memories of Mazekin and the others.

Mazekin's eyes suddenly widened. She took a step forward and reached out to grab the tattered collar of the First Fallen. She glared fiercely at this old acquaintance from hell, "We have all been plotted! You deliberately led us away." We came here just for that cancerous flash point to affect us!"

"I really want to know, who is the owner of this time pocket watch?" Solomon asked coldly as always, but his sinister eyes turned to Etrigen, because this chatty chatterbox had always maintained the attitude of watching the show without saying a word. language.

Is Etrigan really on the side of the First Fallen? And...how on earth did he escape from the shackles of Merlin's powerful contract?

"John Constantine..." Diana suddenly said a name that made both Mazekin and Solomon very unhappy.

Diana rolled her eyes blankly. She was also very confused. As a transcendent existence, Diana was also affected, or perhaps she had been affected a long time ago.

Right at the heart of the source code of the "Invisible Seven Sages".

A card slowly fell from the darkness above. The First Fallen caught it and pinched it with two thick fingers. He grinned and said, "The final card game has begun!"

……

"You're not fucking Morpheus!" John blinked. He clearly saw the black robe and the gloomy face as pale as a death.

But when the guy walked out of the shadows and came to John and Isabella, John saw that the guy who now looked like Morpheus was very young. He had white hair and was wearing a white robe. Only his eyes and ink Like Fes, the stars shine.

There is also a white crow resting on the young man's shoulder.

"Yes, John Constantine, I am not Morpheus, but I am indeed a dream, the only dream." The young man said in a cold and indifferent tone, "I am Daniel, and I am not the third person you are waiting for. Man, I'm just an invited spectator. In fact, I have to stay here because I have to fulfill an important agreement. I gave you something that belonged to my father, but I haven't taken it away yet. Time to return."

John suspiciously observed Daniel's young dream. When he heard Daniel mention that he was about to retrieve something, he subconsciously touched the cold shell of the pocket watch Morpheus gave him in his coat pocket.

"A spectator? Damn it! We are desperately defending the multiverse! You know that if we fail, you will disappear!" John pointed at Daniel and boldly accused the dream of the endless family in front of him, "You can at least tell Me, how do you use this thing! Otherwise you will never get it back!"

Daniel was unmoved, still looking indifferent, but the white crow on his shoulder spoke, "Master, you said he was smart, but he was stupid enough to threaten you."

"Shhh... Thesis, this is just the bargaining he has always liked. Although it is a little rude, he can always succeed." Daniel calmly said to the white crow Thesis, "He may also succeed this time, but not now , even though it won’t be affected by time yet.”

"Hey, at least give me some answers! I don't want to hold a useless card that I don't know how to use!" John spread his hands shamelessly.

"You have always had a trump card." Daniel finally pointed at Isabella, "She holds... destiny in her hands."

John turned to look at Isabella in surprise. The woman shrugged, pretending to be reluctant, and then took out the book that Chen Yu gave her from her arms.

Now, that book has become a deck of cards.

"Chen and I once played with a deck of tarot cards created by angels. It was an arrogant imitation and a self-righteous creation. It was fate, a card of fate known as the 'touchstone'." Isabella said, "Before I came here, I found the former host of the 'Touchstone', and then... we played some tricks. Do you really think that the woman you rescued and used is a descendant of the sirens? Do you really believe that story? ?”

"Damn you..." John couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth while holding the cigarette butt.