The Death Knell

In the gorgeous and directionless space, Amo was silent for a few seconds. He finally nodded because he had no possibility of disobeying the goddess's order.

Since she has no plans to let herself deal with Deathstroke, it means there will be other tasks, so just wait and hear.

"I will send the Time Gremlins to do things that you can't do. You are familiar with each earth. Wherever they say they want to go, you can lead the way."

The mysterious gray female body touched her belly, as if she was sensing something gestating in it, with a maternal glow on her face:

"Cooperate with them, don't worry about time, do your best to do things well, then step back, I have to deal with my sister, she and I have different ideas."

The ability to speak and follow the rules is the basis of the gods. She said that there must be time spirits, and then this kind of thing appeared.

They look like langurs with extremely huge eyes, only the size of a human palm, but these monsters are covered with unknown red hair, with a pair of fly-style wings on their backs, and under the fur are exaggeratedly tight muscles. They will make a roaring laugh, revealing their mouth full of sharp fangs.

"Respecting your wishes, mother, every multiverse, every story of every era, we, humans, and all living creatures will return to your warm womb."

God Amo bowed seriously and saluted. He seemed to have gained unprecedented motivation. Even though he was still filled with fear and worry before, he seemed to be completely new after saying a few words.

The goddess called mother did something to him, but no one could see it, because this was her power, which was nothingness represented by darkness.

"You're so sensible, go ahead." The goddess said, but she disappeared into the darkness first, as if she had never appeared before, and only the warm and kind voice was still echoing.

Countless time elves surrounded Amo, pulling him with all kinds of hands and feet. These ferocious little monsters bit the space beside them until they made a big enough hole in it like moths, and then they Holding the ancient male god in his arms, he walked into another gorgeous space.

If there were any speedsters here, they would have immediately recognized that opposite the pitted hole was the runway of the Speed ​​Force...

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Los Angeles is a prosperous city, but no matter how prosperous the place is, there are still poor people. They live in rental houses that can only be described as pitiful, and enjoy a primitive life without electricity, running water, or the Internet.

After bidding farewell to Lucifer, Constantine decided to walk to an apartment. The streets at night were always filled with the eyes of various demons or themselves, but no one who did not open his eyes would stop someone who had just walked out of Satan's lair. of guests.

So amidst the chatter in Devil's language, Zha Kang completed the two-kilometer hike. In the middle of the journey, he also bought a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of cheap spirits, spending all the money he had on him. .

Wandering and entering, he stepped onto the first staircase. This old and dilapidated building seemed to be about to collapse, and the cement would make a cracking sound.

But it hasn't fallen down yet, so it's still full of people, such as ugly girls who have dreams of becoming stars, or salesmen who were abandoned by their wives after going bankrupt, or lonely old people who were forgotten by their children. The whole building is full of despair. the taste of.

But that had nothing to do with the Hell Detective. He reached the third floor with ease, walked through the corridor full of clothes, stepped over some garbage blocking the way, came to the door of Room 307, and knocked on the door.

It was a bit late, and knocking on the door in the middle of the night would always result in curses, but after swearing, the mottled wooden door in front of me still opened.

A muscular man with long blond hair appeared. He was very happy when he saw Constantine and took his hand into the house:

"John, why are you here? I thought it was another lonely rich woman who couldn't bear it anymore."

With that said, he gave Constantine a deep kiss, not minding that this bitch had no habit of brushing his teeth at all.

The man's name was long and exotic, and Constantine couldn't always remember it, so he called the man Tommy for short, and responded a few times with equal enthusiasm.

This Tommy is a good mage and an even better male prostitute. In addition, he also has an identity. He is the boyfriend of Zatanna and Constantine at the same time. The three of them often 'play games' together.

"Oh, dear, wait a minute, you are so enthusiastic that I can't breathe." Constantine got rid of the handsome guy at the door, walked to the living room with a smile, and shook the wine bottle in his hand: "Xiao Zha How is the situation today? Her soul needs to be repaired after being damaged, but it may not be safe here today."

"She's in the bedroom. We did it five times today. I feel like she's recovering well." Tommy hugged Constantine's waist from behind and pushed him towards the bedroom: "You should come too, I Miss you."

The two of them walked to the bedroom door, but Zatanna in the room had already locked the door, and curses came from behind the door:

"Fakeyu, John, Fakeyu! You sold your neighbor to Lucifer! You knew she was a good person! Get out! You damn insect!"

"Oh, you guys chat, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare some midnight snacks for everyone."

Tommy made a face and walked away angrily, because the most important thing about the relationship between the three of them was not to get involved in the emotional disputes between the other two people, and everyone should just love each other.

"Listen to me, Xiao Zha, I bought some wine, come out and have a drink together." Constantine leaned against the door frame, unscrewed the bottle and took a sip: "Of course I know the old lady is very good to me, but she is too old Now, it’s not the type I like, and it happens that trading with Lucifer requires a price, so why can’t she help me one last time? Right?”

"You bastard!" The bedroom door opened, and the well-dressed witch walked out of the room. She raised her hand and slapped Zha Kang. She slapped him so hard that just one blow made his mouth and nose bleed: "She slapped him in the face. She values ​​her devotion to God above all else, what will Lucifer do to her? I shudder just thinking about it."

"Come on, dear, Lucifer will only love her more, and then give her eternal life, and maybe a manor in hell. I am sending her to enjoy happiness. After all, faith cannot be eaten."

The bitch just skillfully wiped the nosebleed with his backhand, showed that shameless smile again, and said:

"But how did you know about this when you were sleeping so late at night? I don't think Lucifer would be so impatient."

"She is dead, and her soul gave me a dream in hell, you scum..." Xiao Zha was so angry that he almost wanted to cast a spell to throw the man out of the window, but the soul left behind from the last action The trauma made her rationally restrain her impulse: "Now you get out of here immediately, or I will recite a spell."

"Recite a curse? Make yourself more injured? Uh-huh~" Constantine blew a puff of smoke into her face and leaned close to her ear: "Then you recite it. Guess after you are unconscious due to the backlash of your mental power, I will What did I do to you? I know you like my way of playing."

"You are hopeless! So what are you waiting for?"

So the cheap liquor was thrown aside, and the two hugged each other like wild beasts, biting each other, rolling on the floor, and returned to the bedroom screaming.