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Constantine was frightened. He raised an eyebrow and carefully observed the expression on Lucifer's face.

But damn, this bastard doesn't have any mood swings at all.

Are you ready to die? Or are you just pretending?

Constantine believes that he has been able to see through the true intentions hidden behind the appearance since he has been observing human nature since he was a child.

But he was wrong. At this moment, he found that he could not see through anyone at all. It was just his own self-righteous arrogance and prejudice.

Every victory he won was a fluke and a shameless slog.

Is that really a victory?

Those blood, those deaths, those souls sent to hell, and the eternal trauma and hole in the heart.

Constantine was sweating profusely again, and the fingers holding the cigarette butt were a little pale. Lucifer in front of him was clearly just waiting quietly, but he felt that Satan's haunting golden eyes hypnotized him and made him hypnotize him. Into a desperate fantasy, he looked at his sad and deplorable life through those eyes.

Constantine began to fear, and he lost the courage to threaten Lucifer. Even those harsh words and blackmail just now were just a momentary gamble.

This is just not fucking fair!

Is this not just because Lucifer is powerful, but because Constantine feels that the cards in his hand have no meaning at all?

Because Lucifer doesn't care about life and death at all, this is the only truth that Constantine sees. He even feels that Lucifer doesn't care about his own destruction.

In other words, this guy is looking for death.

And you have no chance of winning against a guy who can fight you to the death. He will eventually pull you to destruction together at all costs.

"What's the matter, Constantine?" Lucifer turned around and took two steps towards Constantine. He looked at the ordinary man in front of him calmly and arrogantly. He seemed to be looking at an ant, someone who was not worthy of him. Crushed dust, "Can you use me to help you?"

There was a golden dagger in Lucifer's hand, which was the ritual dagger he used to cut open the woman's belly and take out the baby universe.

Constantine retreated, taking a step back involuntarily. As he retreated, the shadows under his feet swayed violently.

It seems that Constantine's existence has become a little weak and has become blurred.

This means Lucifer is serious! He is already murderous! He seemed ready to do this! Just wait until Constantine himself says this!

Constantine suddenly realized that he had made a fatal mistake with wide and panic eyes.

He thought of what Lucifer had said before.

He couldn't change what happened here, and neither could Constantine, because he was afraid of death, and he would not accept the fate that was doomed to leave. He would keep running away, and he would always stay in the world.

All possibilities would thus become certain, and once Constantine's obsession with life was destroyed...

"You fucking thought about it a long time ago, right?" Constantine said tremblingly, "I was led here, and you are using the trick. You will never fucking surrender! Your pride makes you simply There's no option to bow! If you don't get it, then you ruin everything! And I'm like the idiot in the old legend who opened the door for the vampire! I said the words of self-destruction! And it's like Plant an idea in your mind, and you only need to kill me here to make this idea take root!"

Without Constantine, without the desire to live, without the last stubborn mental disease, creation will fall apart independently, and all thoughts will be annihilated in this darkness.

"You want to take the universe created by your father to be buried with you!" Constantine had already begun to look for a way to escape, but there was only the silent forest and boundless darkness. He didn't know how to escape at all. Here, if he escapes, it means that everything planned by Chen Yu will be in vain, and Lucifer will escape and win again.

This time there will be no retreat.

"Wait the fuck! Stop, man!" Constantine stretched out his hand in a vain attempt to stop Lucifer, who was slowly approaching in front of him. This guy was like a cat teasing his prey. He was enjoying the despair before the prey was destroyed. .

damn it! Is this really a dead end?

Constantine didn't know how to turn defeat into victory at all. He had no way to go. This is not a description, because he even reached the ultimate darkness and the source before the birth of all things.

"You still have something to prove, right? The war you started! You were expelled from heaven! Your fall to heaven was all to prove that free will should override order!" Constantine said quickly, "You deny God Confinement of life! You hate human hypocrisy! You want to subvert everything and prove that you are right!"

Lucifer still didn't stop, he was indifferent to every word Constantine said.

"Damn! What can you prove by killing me? Prove that nothingness is the ultimate freedom? Prove that blankness and no thought is the true form of freedom?" Constantine watched Lucifer raise his arm, the golden dagger The sharp blade made his mouth go dry, "Don't you just deny your own existence! And your own thoughts? And what's the meaning of the freedom you value? What's the point of your constant struggle? Meaning? You are simply denying yourself! You are a fucking joke, Lucifer! You will only prove your stupidity! God still wins!"

The blade stopped in mid-air.

Constantine was breathing heavily, at least he was holding his head high, because he knew there was no way he could escape Lucifer's pursuit.

And now, he seems to have survived once again.

The eloquent tongue is fucking useful!

Just as Constantine was feeling complacent with lingering fears, Lucifer looked behind him with a slightly surprised look.

Constantine was also stunned.

Because they all saw the arm holding Lucifer's dagger.

The dark cloth robe and dark cuffs blocked the thin and pale fingers, until a haggard and gloomy face with disheveled black hair was revealed. Constantine finally saw clearly in the darkness the man who seemed to be wrapped in the night.

To be precise, it was this man who stopped Lucifer from killing him, not Constantine's words.

"Morpheus..." Lucifer said softly.

"No, I am not Morpheus. I have endless names and endless images. There is a different me in every thought." The thin man said coldly, "But I am the only one. I It's just a dream, an eternal dream. As for Morpheus...he is dead, but I still remember one of his last wishes in my endless thoughts, and he needs to return a favor."