"Hehe, you damned bastard! Idiot! Sewer rat! Maggot! Disgusting bastard! "
Carter, who was chained to the corner of the wall, shouted at Saber crazily. "Do you f * cking think you can exchange that for your life? Dream on! Mephistopheles will eat you clean, bones and all! " You selfish bastard! You'll kill everyone! "
Seiber stuffed his scroll into his pocket. He turned around and glanced at Carter. He pursed his lips.
"No, that won't happen … Didn't you say that? The Sorcerer Supreme is protecting this world. Even Mephisto is no match for her, right? "
He reached out and picked up a cigar from the table. He put it in his mouth and lit it.
"Come on, I'm also saving myself, okay?"
He opened his arms and hugged Carter gently. "A person shouldn't be criticized for anything he does in order to survive. Look, I'm just trying my best to survive. I'm just a pitiful person.
"So don't make it seem like I've done something evil! Look, I saved dozens of children from a villain and all of New York from a scary guy. That's tens of millions of people. I think I've done enough good deeds. If there's really fairness in this world, I think it won't blame me if I do something for myself. "
He walked to Carter's side, stuffed a cigar into his mouth, and patted Carter's shoulder with a smile.
"Calm down, old man. Don't worry. Things aren't as bad as you think … Everything will be fine."
"No, Saber!"
Carter spat out the cigar in his mouth on the ground and changed into a pleading voice.
"You don't understand. I also know how it feels to be about to die. I know that kind of despair. Even though more than 200 years have passed, I still know the terrifying despair of being thrown into prison to wait for death. But your and my despair can't be the reason for us to do evil! I'm not a good person, but I've thought it through over the years. Everyone deserves a second chance. Everyone shouldn't live in fear. But we have to fight for that chance ourselves. We don't have to rely on others to give it to us! "
The old man's voice became low.
"Not to mention, the trader you found is a devil, an evil creature that is not worthy of belief in any myths. Tell me, have you really been driven mad?"
"Do you really believe that Mephistopheles will do as you say? Hehe, don't be too confident in your own wisdom. Look at me, look at Johnny, we're all people who made deals with the devil. Look at us, look at what we've gotten? "
Seiber's expression didn't change much. He patted Carter's shoulder and said softly, "Don't worry.
He patted Carter's shoulder and said softly, "I'm sorry, really, but I don't want to die yet. Like you said, we have to fight for our own hope. I know that Mephistopheles is a bastard, and I know that I might be completely killed by him, but I think he's right about one thing. I don't have many choices left …"
He stood up, turned around, and walked out of the wooden house. The moment he turned his head, he saw the statue of Saint Michael. The eyes of the statue had opened and were looking at him. There was a touch of gentleness, encouragement, and expectation in the eyes. The halo around the statue was sacred, like an eternal lighthouse that guided the wicked to the light.
Saber turned to look at it. The statue seemed to come to life, becoming lifelike in Saber's eyes. A powerful will was looking at him through the statue. Saber's eyes flashed red as he asked in a low voice.
"Saint Michael, one of the most famous legends in this place. The mysterious lord, the great archangel, the benevolent you, can you save me? Look at me, a pitiful person who's about to die … Can you give me a reason to be kind again? "
One second, two seconds. The stone statue was silent, and the will seemed to be hesitating. Saber shrugged and pulled down the brim of his hat.
"See … You can't, or rather, you don't want to … So don't look at me with that disgusting gaze! Mephistopheles is right about one thing … Even if I have to sell my soul, I have to find someone who can pay the price. "
He turned around and walked out of the wooden house. He suddenly looked up. There was nothing in the sky, but at that moment, he seemed to feel a faint gaze, and it wasn't just one …
"Damn it!"
Saber got on the motorcycle and sped onto the desert road. The Crossover Bar was on the other side of the desert, and he had to get there as fast as he could. But ten minutes after he started, the scenery in front of him suddenly became chaotic.
It was as if he had suddenly entered a tunnel of light and shadow. Saber didn't even feel the change in his surroundings, but the land that was originally shrouded in the light of dusk was now dead silent. The entire road ahead seemed to have been stripped of all color, as if it had turned into a black and white film in an instant.
He was the only one traveling between the black and white.
A man in a black trench coat was on the road ahead with his back facing him. His left hand was in his pocket, and the desert wind blew his hair and trench coat up.
He seemed to have sensed Saber's arrival and turned around. It was a man in a white shirt with a crooked tie. He had a head of messy black hair and stubble. His face was gloomy as he stood in the middle of the road 200 meters in front of him. His legs were slightly apart, and the light in his eyes was the only color in this black and white landscape.
It was a lazy, sly smile with undisguised schadenfreude. It had a temperament that made people want to punch him.
Saber, who was sitting on the motorcycle, looked back. There was no one on the road behind him. He turned his head and saw the man standing in front of him with a lit cigarette in his hand. White smoke continued to dissipate in the air. Saber pursed his lips. He didn't get off the motorcycle, nor did he stop. Instead, he sped up and slammed into the man in front of him.
The man first put the cigarette in his mouth lazily, then stretched out his left hand. A faint blue light gathered in his palm. This action made Saber turn the motorcycle around, leaving a long trail on the ground. Finally, it stopped in the middle of the desert road.
The front of the motorcycle was less than 5 meters away from the pretentious man.
Saber picked up the alloy knife beside the motorcycle and jumped down. He stood in front of the uninvited man, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him off the ground.
"Listen, I don't care who you are, and I don't care what you want to do … I'm only going to say this once! Get out of my way! "
The man was not afraid. He said in a hoarse voice.
"Give it to me!"
He opened his hand and stretched it in front of Saber. He whispered, "The thing in your pocket! Give it to me! "
Saber looked at the two Contract Scrolls in his pocket. He narrowed his eyes and let go of the man's collar. His lowered eyes flashed red, but just as he tightened his grip on the scabbard, the man in front of him suddenly took a step back. He looked at Saber cautiously.
"You don't want to give it to me, and you want to kill me, don't you? Hey, calm down. I'm just asking out of formality. If you want to keep it, then keep it. I'm actually not that interested in that plaything. "
With just one sentence, he had successfully broken the cold image that he had previously created. His vigilant look even gave off a comical feeling.
"Who are you?"
Saber suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"
"Uh … How should I put it? I actually didn't want to come."
The man standing in front of Saber stretched out his fingers and rubbed his forehead. He snapped his fingers and the black and white curtain-like environment returned to normal. It was like a black and white photo suddenly had color. It was a kind gesture.
He rolled his eyes and glanced at Seiber. Then, he took out a box of Skar cigarettes from his pocket and tossed one to Seiber. Then, he lit it up and took a deep puff. Then, he pretended to be mysterious as he spoke.
"But I have to come, buddy …"
He looked like he was going to talk a lot. Saber impatiently grabbed his collar and pressed the uninvited man against the motorcycle.
"Bang!"
"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense right now! And I don't know you, and I don't think you're trustworthy! I'll give you three more seconds … "
"Okay, okay, you violent guy!"
The man who was lifted up slapped Saber's arm desperately.
"Put me down, hey! This is my best shirt! "
When he looked up, he saw the flames burning in Saber's eyes. Before he could react, a long sword was unsheathed. The cold alloy sword was pressed against the funny and mysterious man's neck. Saber's cold voice entered his ears.
"Tell me, who are you? What are you doing here? You have one more second! "
Faced with the threat of death, the uninvited man calmed down. He lit another cigarette, as if he didn't feel the blade on his neck. He raised his hands and spoke in a low voice.
"I'm a professional detective and an exorcist. My name is John Constantine. Yes, I'm a handsome sorcerer who walks in the mysterious world. I'm here to deliver a message to you on behalf of a big shot. I don't think you'd want to miss it."
Saber gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word.
"Speak!"
Constantine winked at Saber and lowered his voice.
"Go kill the Witch Heart Demon and bring its heart to me … Ahem, I mean, that big shot needs its heart to perform a special sealing ritual, and then go see Mephisto. Tough friend, try your best to stall for time. Don't worry at all. Give yourself a little more confidence. Behind you is the strongest sorcerer in the world … Once the old hag Ancient One is free, all the trouble you encounter will no longer be trouble."
Saber looked at Constantine, his eyes full of suspicion. The latter gave him an "innocent" look and shrugged.
"I'm not lying to you, really! It was the sorcerer Ancient One who asked me to come. She is now dealing with some trouble in the dark space. In fact, I suspect that the old hag Ancient One was deliberately entangled by Domumu for the contract in your hand. You messed up everything, man! From this point of view, you are a f * cking genius! "
Saber took a deep breath. After ten seconds, he put away the long sword in his hand and asked in a low voice.
"What the hell is going on? I feel like … Why does it look like there is a conspiracy everywhere? Isn't it just about Mephisto and Hell on Earth? Why is it related to the sorcerer Ancient One and that Domumu? "
Constantine's sly eyes rolled around in his eyes, then he coughed lightly and said earnestly,
"You don't seem to realize how hot the thing in your hand is. Come, let Brother Constantine tell you about it, ahem."
Seiber glared at him coldly. Constantine choked on his words. He spread his hands and said in a low voice,
"In the 1000 years after the sorcerer Ancient One expelled the gods of the world, the world has never been as lively as it is today. Your actions just now made a lot of guys who can't stay idle and hide outside the world to make a ruckus."
"Wow, this sounds like a fairy tale."
Saber snorted in a strange tone, and Constantine reached out to adjust his windbreaker and shirt. He continued,
"In short, it's some reincarnation caused by deep hatred. You probably don't know yet, but the rulers of hell now, Mephisto is just one of them. There are also the most terrifying names in myths you can think of, Satan, Lucifer, and so on. Everyone is waiting with interest for the result of Mephisto's adventure."
"There was a flaw in the agreement between the sorcerer Ancient One and them, and it was caught by Mephisto. The San Venganza contract is the substantial manifestation of this flaw. I'm actually not sure about the specific situation, but I know one thing. Once Mephisto's Hell on Earth is established … that old woman Ancient One will no longer be able to stop the return of the ancient gods … The world will instantly return to the Middle Ages."
The guy who claimed to be an exorcist reached out and patted Saber on the shoulder.
"The most serious problem now is that things weren't supposed to be like this. The San Venganza contract was supposed to fall into the hands of Johnny Blaze, and then be directly obliterated with the power of the vengeful spirit. That's the real development of things.
But now it's in your hands, so the future is suddenly a blur! Even the best prophet can't predict the outcome … Two hours ago, everything was already decided, and there were no ripples. But now, two hours later, the whole universe is in a mess because of your sudden actions. Mephisto has made a really good move!
"The best part is that you don't know anything about this!"
"Twenty minutes ago, I was playing with that passionate beauty at home in Manhattan, and in the blink of an eye, I was thrown into the desolate desert of Texas. The Ancient One is always so unreasonable, but considering the special circumstances, it's understandable. I thought I was miserable enough, but seeing you …"
Constantine had an undisguised gloating smile on his face. He patted Seiber's shoulder and said, "Now, as the person directly responsible for this huge incident, tell me, Seiber. Are you surprised that you're being watched by more than 13 god-level existences at the same time? Is it exciting? "
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