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After a loud noise, the entire underground tunnel trembled.

Constantine looked in horror at the dark passage with occasional flashes of light behind Willoughby, "Are you ready, man?"

"Diana has to stand here!" Willoughby stood up. He had checked all the magic circles. Now under his and Constantine's feet was the complete pattern of the Tree of Life of Calaba, which would serve as a link between Gabriel and Gabriel. It is the foundation of the heart, but on the periphery of this Jewish Tantric circle is a dark sun emblem. Inside the eight upright tips is a five-pointed star circle. Six spells written in the Five Lao languages ​​are spread throughout the sun emblem. Within the frame of the ring, they form the pattern of primitive flames and the birth of mankind’s first dream.

Flame, the dawn of civilization, in which dreams are born.

That is a way to enter the dreamland, an extremely primitive and crude way, but very effective.

But the premise is that there must be a core connecting the dream kingdom, an existence that is closely connected to the dream.

Therefore, it must have Diana's cooperation to succeed.

"Shit!" Constantine complained depressedly. After thinking for a while, he finally walked out of the circle reluctantly.

"You want to help?" Willoughby was a little surprised.

"I want to fucking die! Yes, brother Willoughby! I guess I have no choice! The guy who can delay Wonder Woman for so long is either an ex-boyfriend or a ruthless character!" Constantine strode into the darkness. "I really hope it's my ex-boyfriend! God! I never fucking made a wish! If there is still a chance, just grant my wish now!"

"It sounds to me like you're just looking for death!" Willoughby lit a cigarette and suddenly laughed, "You know? I suddenly thought of those losers from the 'Doom Patrol'! I finally You know what it feels like now! Because they are often struggling with death! I miss it so damn much!”

"That's right! I also like to stay with a guy who likes to satirize everything as much as I do!" Constantine cut open his palm with a knife, and then he took out the lighter that he had temporarily modified before setting off. He was ready to summon the power of demons and evil gods at any time on the séance circle with the "Key of Solomon" engraved on it. At the same time, he had to pray that those bastards would not all die in the battle between heaven and hell.

Just when Constantine's nerves were tense, a shadow suddenly lengthened, and then, Diana's bloody figure appeared. She still looked gloomy, and the blood stains on her face made her look extremely cruel, and she did hold a flaming sword in her hand and a severed human head.

Today's Wonder Woman is simply like a bloodthirsty madman, her eyes are full of anger, she is obviously eager for revenge, and she pours out her anger on the enemy with nowhere to vent.

"It's the group of super-powered lunatics imprisoned in Arkham Asylum by the 'Holy Advent Crusaders'! There are a lot of them, and Bruce and I will stay here!" Diana said firmly and coldly, "You have to do it now Enter the dreamland with Willoughby! We won’t let these bastards break through the defenses!”

Constantine looked at Diana in surprise and said, "You need to enter the dream kingdom..."

"Take this!" Diana dropped her head and took out a small bottle from her pocket. "This is my backup plan! It seems that bad luck is always following us!"

Constantine subconsciously took it in his hand, and he saw that the bottle contained red liquid, which was obviously Diana's blood. Constantine nodded, "Well, it seems that only my blood was shed in vain."

"Bring Crazy Jane back, no matter the cost!" Diana snapped as she turned around, "I know this is your strength! We are running out of time! We must succeed, Constantine!"

"Thank you for your affirmation..." Constantine watched as Diana crushed the head at his feet. He quickly swallowed the rest of his words, because in his opinion, this was a very obvious statement. The threat, "Promise to complete the task, properly!"

Diana walked into the darkness without looking back.

"Perfectly?" Willoughby kept shaking his head, "Do you know how bad Crazy Jane's mental state is? Do you know how powerful she is? And we are going to the dreamland, where Under the rules, all our tricks will be as worthless as gravel in the wind."

"I just know that if I say 'no', my head will be ripped off and played as a ball by the old bitch from this paradise island!" Constantine quickly walked into the magic circle and stepped carefully across it. Every line, and then stood on the opposite side of Willoughby, "Jesus! Never mess with women! Especially Amazon women with knives! I can be ridden like a horse, but I never want to be them Other playthings!”

"Before we begin, I need to remind you that we are going to the center of the dream kingdom, where there are real dreams, which also means that any lies and disguises will be exposed." Willoughby held up a handle He looked at Constantine and said while holding the holy sword made of gold.

"Thank you for your advice, dear old Willoughby! Your words make me so damn heartbroken! I thank you for eight generations of ancestors!" Constantine unscrewed the cap and poured the blood in the small bottle into He reached the center of the ninth ring of Kalaba's Tree of Life, and then he poked the prepared silver dagger into the blood-watered ground, which symbolized the basic substance that anchored the existence of the soul.

"Wish us both good luck!" Willoughby held the sword in both hands, with the tip of the sword pointing down, and he began to recite the incantation, "I offer this coin that was hammered and forged from hard stone, and I offer this song stolen from the dust. songs..."

Constantine threw a rusty magic copper coin as if he were making a wish toward the wishing fountain. It was decorated with the pattern of the Tower of Babel. It symbolized the arrogant dreams of mankind. He threw a silk thread, which was drawn from the fairyland collection. A piece of golden wool bought in the market symbolizes ideals and pursuits, as well as endless desires.

"...I offer the wings of angels, I offer the grit of the world..."

The candles on the edge of the circle were lit with fire, and they swayed slowly and lazily, as if they were humming a lullaby that mortals could not hear.

"...I summon you in the name of the ancient gods, Ole, Serapis, Lumbini..."

Constantine drips his own blood and Willoughby's blood into the remaining nine rings.

"...I call you from the darkness, I call you from the fire, I call you from the dust and lies, the songs and the malice..."

Willoughby began to sing loudly, and behind him, smoke and dust filled the air in a strange light. Under the seemingly endless roar, the tunnel shook more and more violently.

"...I call you by the name of the god of the fallen tree. I call you by the twenty-two paths, the original meaning of life's existence and the story of its evolution. In this darkness, in this place where the angel's heart beats, in In this darkness, in this darkness..."

Constantine turned around, he felt a breeze, and he saw Gabriel's heart emitting an even stronger white light.

"...In this darkness..." Constantine joined in the nervous chanting. At the same time, he drew out the "Moonlight Dagger" taught to him by Batman. He turned towards the dazzling white light under the increased wind speed. The white light forms a magical bridge to Gabriel's heart.

"No! That's my thing!" A black spirit suddenly appeared above the magic circle. Under the guy's disheveled hair, a surly and violent face full of anger. He was none other than Jack, the one who was not Any liar who is accepted after death.

"Hey! I can see you!" Constantine looked up and smiled. He learned about Jack from Batman. He knew how to distract this lonely guy.

As expected, Jack was stunned for a moment, "Oh...it's really fucking..."

"Give me your hand, Willoughby!" Constantine waved the "Moonlight Dagger" near Gabriel's heart without hesitation at this time. A door to the dream kingdom was powered by magic and Diana was closely connected with it. Opened under contact.

"No!!" Jack swooped down, but he only passed through Willoughby's body, he could not touch the soul, "Joker! Where the hell did you die!"

Under Jack's futile roar, Constantine dragged Willoughby into the dream kingdom, and the cracks closed instantly.