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Isabella unfolded the wrinkled paper in the "Book of Destiny" in her hand. There were no stains or flaws on the blank page. Even though she ran all the way and encountered so many monsters and broken limbs, the blood and dust were still there. But it cannot be contaminated by the pure land-like existence.

Only destiny can fill destiny.

"We only have one chance!" Isabella looked at John opposite her seriously. Both of them were now flying in the air, and above their heads was the pitch-black army of Tatars.

The incarnation of the spirit of existence, the light of the white lamp furnace has been swallowed up by darkness.

"I know!" John responded angrily. He was still fiddling with the pocket watch in his hand. The slowly moving twisted hands and the extremely weird ghosting on the snail shell-like dial became more and more serious. This seemed to have affected John. His body, wrapped in a white coat, began to tremble.

This is an unprecedented attempt, or there is no such magic in the entire creation. Because no mortal can control time, you can use it, but you can never control time.

And John now needs to control the power of time. He knows that only by desperately seizing this power can he enter the existence beyond the realm of green of all things.

This will be a shocking scam.

Yes, magic always does! They're all fucking scams! It is the result of a violent collision of thoughts and consciousness between each other, like hypnosis, like brainwashing. In the final analysis, you have to convince the other person that your so-called ability really exists.

John was a master of such tricks, having deceived himself into believing in the reality of these magics even as a teenager. And everyone who comes into contact with him is convinced that he is a walking cancer, a spreader of malicious and dark arts, an unparalleled magician, a cunning liar, and a profound psychopath.

But the world is crazier.

John swallowed. He wanted to smoke again, but he had already run out of ammunition. What he now had in his mouth was a translucent cigarette that was transformed into a white light ring. It was tasteless at all.

This was perhaps the only thing John could not deceive himself about.

Cigarettes and fine wine were his weaknesses after all.

Maybe Chen is right, and even if I survive this mess, I will one day die from a cigarette, and that might be my death, the only death I acknowledge.

Blood dripped from his fingertips, and John carefully smeared it on the twisted ring on the outer ring of the dial. He focused on the only constant inner ring in the middle, which was also the only position without double images.

There seems to be the core of the movement of time.

Or maybe it's at the heart of how the entire multiverse works.

John continued to print his name clearly with his own blood in a serious manner, but what he saw was that the blood disappeared in the blink of an eye. He could only experiment again and again, hypnotizing himself again and again to make himself believe that such a stupid approach could succeed.

Self-thoughts can be mapped onto reality, which is the only solution John currently believes in.

"We are almost out of time, John!" Isabella became impatient, "Perhaps time cannot be deceived at all! That is the supreme existence that creates endless families! We have seen the truth of this world! We know time Not a lie!"

"Any existence can be deceived, dear! You should know it as well as I do! Because we are the fucking magicians playing this game! We must believe this!" John continued regardless. crazy behavior, "Otherwise we will deny everything about us! Doubt will make us completely..."

"Then use my blood!" Isabella suddenly reached out to John.

John then raised his head, looked at Isabella suspiciously and asked, "Why?"

"I have something that Chen didn't give you. He is the core of everything. In this case, maybe my blood can work!" The corners of Isabella's mouth raised slightly, and she even raised her eyebrows at John.

"What did Chen give you?" John chuckled maliciously, "You two..."

"No fucking nonsense! He gave me his heart!" Isabella said. "He saved my life, that's all! But I always felt that the meaning of that heart was not just to keep me alive." !”

John whistled, rolled his eyes, and then without thinking, used the dagger transformed from the white light ring to prick Isabella's fingertip. When Isabella's blood dripped on the pocket watch dial, both of them laughed excitedly.

Because the blood didn't disappear.

"It seems you are a key!" John thought for a moment as he spoke, and then he carefully wrote the surname "Constantine" with the blood.

"Three people, three people negotiating with Lucifer." Isabella looked at the line of letters and murmured to herself, "Maybe three people are just one person, one card."

John nodded, and he suddenly took out a pure white dagger like glass shards from his arms.

It was the moonlight dagger that was taken from Jack on Halloween before entering the passage to the dreamland opened in Gabriel's heart.

A dagger blessed by the moon god, an artifact that can cut open any space.

It has always been treasured by John, but he didn't expect it to be used now.

Everything seemed like a piece of some kind of puzzle, and now the pieces are starting to fit together.

At this moment, there was something strange happening to the Xitars above. They noticed John and Isabella's actions, and they seemed to feel a new threat.

Some of the Xitars, who were like a swarm of black insects, began to turn around and dive downwards.

"Come on, John!" Isabella said, holding the piece of paper in the "Book of Destiny", "The only chance! Those grandchildren have been attracted! Let's start this craziest game right now. !”

John placed the time pocket watch with the bloody word "Constantine" on the paper of "Book of Destiny", and raised the moonlight dagger with his other hand. There was only darkness left in his consciousness.

That didn't even require imagination, and somehow he knew that the truth of everything would be touched upon there.

He could even see Chen Yu again.

This shocking scam is coming to an end.

That is, of course, if they can actually pull it off.

John suddenly felt sad, because he never really won, there would always be a price, he would get guilt, and others would pay with their lives.

But now?

Two Constantines...no, there's a third guy!

Chen Yu’s trump card all along has always been Constantine! it's me!

John watched the moonlight dagger in front of him cut through the pages of the "Book of Destiny", and his mind was firmly thinking about the deep darkness that had nothing but was omnipresent.

A huge roar seemed to come from all directions.

Isabella and John raised their heads in fear. They saw countless cracks appearing on the scarlet sky again.

Time and space seem to be being shattered and cut apart.

All creation became blurred and distorted before them.

Then, John's eyes widened. He saw a blond man with pure white wings, and he also saw another version of himself wearing a coat.

There are also dreams.

Behind John and Isabella, the Tatar army surged over like a tide.