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There is still no wind blowing in the Slaughter Swamp, and it is still a strange and desolate place exuding a dense green atmosphere.

"...Ah, the lonely heart of Texas beats lazily, and the moon of Kentucky is so sad..." A small boat sailed slowly through the shadowy fog, and a man in black with a high hat bent down and rowed. With the oar, he hummed an old song that no one may know anymore, and the ripples he produced every time he touched the water surface spread out chaotic colors.

Black flowers are still falling like snowflakes. They are the only existence that breaks the silence, and the only existence that is not affected by this swamp.

As another circle of ripples spread in all directions along the water stirred by the oars, the man in black slowly raised his head. His face was that of a furry black cat. He was grinning, as if What he saw was not the end of the universe, he seemed to be enjoying the changes in the world.

"Life is short!" The cat-faced man in black pulled down the brim of his hat, and then hummed an old song that no one knew again. He was heading towards Gotham, but that was not his destination. Seven The chosen one will go to the new dawn, to meet death, to meet madness, to meet desire, to meet destruction.

And...fate.

He must retrieve his needle and thread at the end of the old story, and he must start knitting again at the beginning of the new story.

"...Brother, I don't know that the stone road is wide and the wild flowers are gorgeous, but it is connected with conspiracy and conspiracy...you have to say that the road is facing the sky?" The boat slowly went away, and the swirling mist lingered among the lowered branches and leaves. They were silent. Elves, they are also eternal listeners.

Spring passes and autumn comes, but the Slaughter Swamp remains unchanged.

Because there are always heroes coming to the world, and there are always villains in power.

"...Don't forget, there is a third way..." The blank space where the man in black disappeared into the fog was like a distant note.

And under the dark sky in the distance, the eternal chapter of life and death continues.

……

"Is this some kind of hell joke? You should have been turned into a pile of withered bones long ago! I even watched your father blast you into scum!" Mazekin stared at him in disbelief. An old man with a white beard came out of a whirlpool of flames.

The guy was wearing the red and yellow tattered battle clothes of Etrigen, his thin face was full of ravines of vicissitudes of life, his white beard covered his mouth and chin, and his long gray hair was slowly fluttering in the heat wave. His eyes were still as scarlet as the fury of hell, but he was undoubtedly no longer Etrigan, he was a magician who should have died in the past with the fall of the Camelot dynasty.

A half-human, half-demon Cambion, a hybrid demon destined to belong to hell.

"What? Missed me, Ms. Mazekin? This really flatters me!" The old man spit out a ball of lava and grinned, "But I think we don't have time to reminisce about the past. The unconscious man and I The agreement between the brothers of the heart allows me to return to the world only once.”

"Merlin..." Mazekin spit out the name of the great magician in front of him who was resurrected by Etrigen's demon body. This is also the special title that this mixed-blood demon without his own name inherited from his mother. .

"Another sinner playing with fate." Solomon stared at Merlin coldly with gloomy eyes.

"You are right, Lord Solomon." Merlin's tone became no longer joking. He looked seriously at the people standing in the Broken Bar. Cracks began to appear on his face, and the lava from hell was slowly flowing out from the cracks. .

Merlin's time was running out.

Moreover, Mazekin knew that the powerful magic that Merlin used to extend his life would have a huge backlash on him. His self-consciousness will completely disappear with the disintegration of his soul.

"Say something useful, Merlin." The First Fallen still glanced at Merlin arrogantly like a king, "I didn't give you this opportunity just to reminisce about the past. Your life is burning."

"Sytars," Merlin said, "Friends, the coming ones will control this swarm of locusts in the universe for us."

……

"Scorpion" was still trudging forward in the darkness. He had already been blinded by desire. Even without Diana's intervention, he could no longer look back.

Because Lilim, who betrayed his people, has long been far away from life. He is struggling in the quagmire of his thoughts, and the direction he is going is towards chaos.

This is the trick set by the great darkness. He is disturbing the mind of "Scorpion" and letting him fall completely into the trap.

Diana didn't feel happy at all. She didn't like to play with others like this. But Diana also knew that even if she told "Scorpion" the truth, this madman who had already gone astray in his arrogance and paranoia would not give up what he wanted now.

And now, Diana would not pity a bastard who tried to control all life.

"How long have you been following me, woman?" "Scorpion" has taken off his helmet that ensures that his brain will not be torn apart by vibrations. He does not need that Roushzi anymore, because he has become one with this dark thought. , he went too far, and the physical aspect has long lost its effectiveness.

"Scorpion" turned around, his bloated body covered in hair and wearing overalls was hunched over. On his gorilla-like head, two eyes shining with greed and madness were staring at Diana. He grinned widely. , he smiled, "You are not a memory fragment in my mind! You and I are all independent personalities who have entered this consciousness! I have seen you! I have seen God in his mind more than once Set your sights on the Earth! You are one of those so-called superheroes...Ah, no, no! You are the puppet of the Olympus gods! Haha..."

"Scorpion" suddenly laughed. He was not afraid of the three swords in Diana's hands. He just grinned hysterically and pointed at Diana with his thick fingers, "You are one of those gods who are still lingering. A group of dolls sewn together by the souls of a group of women! They have been deceiving you all the time! Those claims of justice are just lies that let you earn your faith! This is exactly the same as my brothers and sisters! They have been I look forward to the City of Silver accepting them! They worked hard and built exquisite and magnificent towers! They built the City of Silver! Then what? In the end, they were just slaves created by their father! You were expelled to the human world. ! And Lilim was also thrown into that garbage dump!"

Diana said nothing, knowing that everything she said would be in vain against such a madman.

"Scorpion" threw a stone and then started running with laughter.

Diana knew that at this moment, "Scorpion" already knew that she had fallen into a trap. He also knew that what he had spent his whole life pursuing was still in vain, and what he just said was also mocking himself. Because he was also a marionette, he was used by his mother Lilith. He thought he could truly find the power to dominate everything, but little did he know that Lilith didn't care at all.

What Lilith wants is to destroy the entire creation, to destroy this cage that imprisons freedom.

"Scorpion" stumbled and continued to run along the dark and twisted passage, his laughter echoing all the time.

Diana looked at this miserable Lilim with a trace of pity, but it was only that pity, because it was all the consequences of his own choices.

The next moment, Diana jumped out. She held the three swords tightly. She knew that all she had to do was to cut through the darkness after "Scorpion" reached the end of the trap, and then send "Scorpion" where he should go. The place.

……

"What is that..." "Daddy Midnight" was shaken by the magic cards thrown by Zatanna and had to turn his head. He blocked his head with his scepter, and then tried his best to open his blurry eyes. He kept falling back. Then, he noticed some zombies falling to the ground in the white light, and even the curse forged with the souls of countless sinners in his golden scepter began to recede.

"You should know, midnight!" Zatanna was floating in the air, golden flames surrounding her, and between her hands, a diary was burning as she flipped through it, and colorful colors spread out in the flames. while countless twisted clock patterns continued to appear and disappear. In the center of the flames and magical colors, three cards were spinning.

There are three realities on it, one of which is the image of "Midnight Dad" kneeling on the ground in despair.

"Little magic tricks are of no use to me!" "Daddy Midnight" gritted his teeth and turned around, raising the golden scepter in his hand again.

"Oh? You really think so?" Zatanna's smile became brighter, and just behind the black hair flying under the brim of her hat, the face of a thin man wearing a high hat appeared.

"Daddy Midnight" slowly widened his eyes. He didn't think he saw the soul of a dead person.

"It's almost here, my daughter." Giovanni Zatara guided calmly in Zatanna's ear, "Prepare the spell of the seven victorious warriors. It's time to make an end."

Zatanna didn't look back, she just straightened her hands more confidently.

Just like it used to be, like the first time she stood on stage and performed magic.

"Okay, Dad." Zatanna smiled.