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Chapter 902
chapter 0373 part 2
"Of course, it was for your Protection! Wait, I'm telling the Truth!" Seeing Tony Stark Aiming his Palm at his Head, Constantine repeatedly waved his hands. "Is it your Hunter and Prey theory!?" Captain America reached out and pressed down Tony Stark's raised arm. He looked at Constantine:
"I don't understand your Dark Magic or what Space Intensity is, but your so-called Hunter and Prey theory is full of flaws. I know a few Native American friends. When they hunt, they often encounter dangerous Fierce Beasts, but they told me that for the Beast that falls into a Trap, all they need is Patience. Before those Prey exhaust their Stamina, they absolutely won't act easily! This is to prevent those Fierce Beasts from counterattacking before death!"
"I think the 'person' who designed this Trap would also absolutely not easily put themselves in danger. Then the so-called opportunity we are waiting for naturally doesn't exist!" Captain America looked seriously at John Constantine.
Constantine took another deep drag of his cigarette and said with a faint tone: "You also said just now that was dealing with Fierce Beasts. Do you think in His eyes, everything that falls into the Trap is a Fierce Beast?!"
"I also just figured it out not long ago. His Target from the start wasn't some Hellish Demon God, much less those so-called Aliens, much less Small Fry like us! These Hellish Demon Gods who fell into the Trap are nothing more than Decoys. He is luring and capturing the true Fierce Beasts!"
Looking at the three people's confused gazes, Constantine let out a bitter laugh: "I just said this is a god war! He is dealing with that unique God in this Universe, that God, Yahweh!"
As soon as the name Yahweh was spoken, whether it was Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne, or Captain America, the veteran, they were instantly stunned.
They hadn't expected at all that the Matters would involve God. You must know that in the Western World, especially in the Federation, God can be said to permeate their daily lives.
Even people like Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne who aren't religious have many people around them who are Catholics or Christians. With more contact, they also have some degree of reverence for God in their hearts.
But why would Constantine drag this Matter to God?
"Didn't you notice? The time for this Sacrifice Channel is wrong. It's too slow!" Looking at the three confused people, Constantine took a drag of the cigarette in his mouth until it was a butt. He threw the cigarette butt at his Foot, raised his leg in a cast, sharply poked down with his toe, grinding out the cigarette butt.
Then he took out another Cigarette from the crumpled pack, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled Smoke Rings. Along with the Smoke Rings, he also exhaled his Explanation.
"Generally speaking, in Dark Magic, even the most complex Sacrifice, the preparation process can take several months, years, or even more than ten years. Most of the Time is wasted on those Magic Materials. Those strange Magic Materials, like Mermaid's tears, Dwarf's beard, indeed require a lot of Time for preparation.
But once the preparation work is complete, after the Sacrifice proceeds, whether it's Summoning Demons or offering Sacrificial Offerings to those Evil Gods, as long as a Response is received, the Time it takes for those Evil Gods and Demons to receive the Sacrificial Offerings is often very short. But the Sacrifice Time this time is too long!"
"I suspect He is using this Space for Fishing. Whether it's us or those Hellish Demon Gods trapped in this Space, we are all Fishing Bait!" Saying this, Constantine looked at the three people and let out a bitter laugh: "Have you ever fished with Fake Bait? It's using shiny Fake Bait to Drag across the Water Surface, creating splashes and movement, to lure and capture those true carnivorous Fierce Fish!"
"But what does this have to do with God?" Bruce Wayne and the other two exchanged glances, somewhat not understanding Constantine's Logic. Even if that unknown Existences is really Fishing, they couldn't figure out how this could involve God.
"What do you think is the difference between Heaven and Hell?" Constantine waved his hand, somewhat cruelly explaining the Reality of this World to the crowd. "I just said this is a god war,"
god war!
The Crusades back then, the Flames of War spread across all of Europe. That God also, with this war, overpowered the former God King of the Olympian Pantheon, Odin, and the King of the Norse Gods, Odin, becoming the unique God in the eyes of most people in the Western World.
Possessing immensely powerful Divine Power – this is the understanding that countless Black Wizards and Magic Users in the Magic World have of that "Lord"!
But in the Magic History that Constantine understands, after that unique God dominated the Faith of the entire Western World, many of His former Confidant Angels fell to Hell, becoming Hellish Demon Gods.
There are many intriguing Things in this. This is also one of the Reasons why Constantine doesn't trust Gabriel.
"Heaven needs the Existences of Hell. That unique God high above needs the Existences of Hell to help Him consolidate His Faith. If there were no Suffering in Hell, why would Mortals yearn for Heaven?"
Constantine's face was full of sarcasm. Having mingled in the Magic World for so many years, no one knew better than him how blurred the Boundary between Heaven and Hell was.
Many Hellish Demon Gods, in his view, are just Enforcers and fat Fish raised by Heaven. The more evil Hell is, the more glorious and righteous the Heaven depicted becomes. It is precisely because of the Existences of Hell that Heaven can be high above.
"Our God wouldn't just watch with open eyes as His own raised Piranhas are scooped up by someone with a Fishing Net. If He allows others to easily extend a Fishing Net into His fish pond, then His Reputation as the unique God, built over thousands of years, would be completely ruined! Look, His people are here!"
The Blood Mist that obscured the crowd's vision dispersed at this moment. The crowd within the Blood-Colored Light Pillar also saw clearly the World outside the Light Beam at this moment. That was a chaotic The Void.
Just at this moment, thousands of Meteors broke through The Void and suddenly smashed into The Void. Each Meteor carved out huge Scratches in The Void.
One of the Meteors fell not far from the Blood-Colored Light Pillar. Only to see Fire and Light light up from within the falling Meteor.
That Light and Flames seemed to contain a being like an Elf. Through the Fire and Light, one could even see their Wings.
But as they stood up, more of The Void surged towards them, covering them, replacing them, turning them into Lava Giants Burning Blue Flames.
Another Vermilion Lightning lit up. An Angel of Light and Flames over a thousand meters tall fell into this The Void.
That Angel was rarely not enveloped by The Void. He had twelve pairs of pure white Wings. Between the Wings burned the most Burning Flames, yet He looked as pure as Light.
"Michael!"
In the Temporary Shelter, in the crowd's terrified gazes, a Marine suddenly grew twelve pairs of Pitch black Wings from his back. His entire body transformed into a Ram-headed Demon, letting out roars towards the Old Rival outside the Light Beam.
Outside the Blood-Colored Light Pillar, twelve pairs of pure white Wings slowly flapped behind Michael. He seemed to sense something. His cold gaze swept around. His gaze locked onto that Blood-Colored Light Pillar. He grabbed a White Crystal hanging in front of his Chest and said in a low, powerful voice: "I have intercepted this Dimension Space. Come over according to my Coordinates!"
Michael's powerful Mental Power passed through the White Crystal, transforming into a strange Energy Fluctuation that spread out, reaching a very distant Dimension named Heaven.
(end of chapter)
"Of course, it was for your Protection! Wait, I'm telling the Truth!" Seeing Tony Stark Aiming his Palm at his Head, Constantine repeatedly waved his hands. "Is it your Hunter and Prey theory!?" Captain America reached out and pressed down Tony Stark's raised arm. He looked at Constantine:
"I don't understand your Dark Magic or what Space Intensity is, but your so-called Hunter and Prey theory is full of flaws. I know a few Native American friends. When they hunt, they often encounter dangerous Fierce Beasts, but they told me that for the Beast that falls into a Trap, all they need is Patience. Before those Prey exhaust their Stamina, they absolutely won't act easily! This is to prevent those Fierce Beasts from counterattacking before death!"
"I think the 'person' who designed this Trap would also absolutely not easily put themselves in danger. Then the so-called opportunity we are waiting for naturally doesn't exist!" Captain America looked seriously at John Constantine.
Constantine took another deep drag of his cigarette and said with a faint tone: "You also said just now that was dealing with Fierce Beasts. Do you think in His eyes, everything that falls into the Trap is a Fierce Beast?!"
"I also just figured it out not long ago. His Target from the start wasn't some Hellish Demon God, much less those so-called Aliens, much less Small Fry like us! These Hellish Demon Gods who fell into the Trap are nothing more than Decoys. He is luring and capturing the true Fierce Beasts!"
Looking at the three people's confused gazes, Constantine let out a bitter laugh: "I just said this is a god war! He is dealing with that unique God in this Universe, that God, Yahweh!"
As soon as the name Yahweh was spoken, whether it was Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne, or Captain America, the veteran, they were instantly stunned.
They hadn't expected at all that the Matters would involve God. You must know that in the Western World, especially in the Federation, God can be said to permeate their daily lives.
Even people like Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne who aren't religious have many people around them who are Catholics or Christians. With more contact, they also have some degree of reverence for God in their hearts.
But why would Constantine drag this Matter to God?
"Didn't you notice? The time for this Sacrifice Channel is wrong. It's too slow!" Looking at the three confused people, Constantine took a drag of the cigarette in his mouth until it was a butt. He threw the cigarette butt at his Foot, raised his leg in a cast, sharply poked down with his toe, grinding out the cigarette butt.
Then he took out another Cigarette from the crumpled pack, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled Smoke Rings. Along with the Smoke Rings, he also exhaled his Explanation.
"Generally speaking, in Dark Magic, even the most complex Sacrifice, the preparation process can take several months, years, or even more than ten years. Most of the Time is wasted on those Magic Materials. Those strange Magic Materials, like Mermaid's tears, Dwarf's beard, indeed require a lot of Time for preparation.
But once the preparation work is complete, after the Sacrifice proceeds, whether it's Summoning Demons or offering Sacrificial Offerings to those Evil Gods, as long as a Response is received, the Time it takes for those Evil Gods and Demons to receive the Sacrificial Offerings is often very short. But the Sacrifice Time this time is too long!"
"I suspect He is using this Space for Fishing. Whether it's us or those Hellish Demon Gods trapped in this Space, we are all Fishing Bait!" Saying this, Constantine looked at the three people and let out a bitter laugh: "Have you ever fished with Fake Bait? It's using shiny Fake Bait to Drag across the Water Surface, creating splashes and movement, to lure and capture those true carnivorous Fierce Fish!"
"But what does this have to do with God?" Bruce Wayne and the other two exchanged glances, somewhat not understanding Constantine's Logic. Even if that unknown Existences is really Fishing, they couldn't figure out how this could involve God.
"What do you think is the difference between Heaven and Hell?" Constantine waved his hand, somewhat cruelly explaining the Reality of this World to the crowd. "I just said this is a god war,"
god war!
The Crusades back then, the Flames of War spread across all of Europe. That God also, with this war, overpowered the former God King of the Olympian Pantheon, Odin, and the King of the Norse Gods, Odin, becoming the unique God in the eyes of most people in the Western World.
Possessing immensely powerful Divine Power – this is the understanding that countless Black Wizards and Magic Users in the Magic World have of that "Lord"!
But in the Magic History that Constantine understands, after that unique God dominated the Faith of the entire Western World, many of His former Confidant Angels fell to Hell, becoming Hellish Demon Gods.
There are many intriguing Things in this. This is also one of the Reasons why Constantine doesn't trust Gabriel.
"Heaven needs the Existences of Hell. That unique God high above needs the Existences of Hell to help Him consolidate His Faith. If there were no Suffering in Hell, why would Mortals yearn for Heaven?"
Constantine's face was full of sarcasm. Having mingled in the Magic World for so many years, no one knew better than him how blurred the Boundary between Heaven and Hell was.
Many Hellish Demon Gods, in his view, are just Enforcers and fat Fish raised by Heaven. The more evil Hell is, the more glorious and righteous the Heaven depicted becomes. It is precisely because of the Existences of Hell that Heaven can be high above.
"Our God wouldn't just watch with open eyes as His own raised Piranhas are scooped up by someone with a Fishing Net. If He allows others to easily extend a Fishing Net into His fish pond, then His Reputation as the unique God, built over thousands of years, would be completely ruined! Look, His people are here!"
The Blood Mist that obscured the crowd's vision dispersed at this moment. The crowd within the Blood-Colored Light Pillar also saw clearly the World outside the Light Beam at this moment. That was a chaotic The Void.
Just at this moment, thousands of Meteors broke through The Void and suddenly smashed into The Void. Each Meteor carved out huge Scratches in The Void.
One of the Meteors fell not far from the Blood-Colored Light Pillar. Only to see Fire and Light light up from within the falling Meteor.
That Light and Flames seemed to contain a being like an Elf. Through the Fire and Light, one could even see their Wings.
But as they stood up, more of The Void surged towards them, covering them, replacing them, turning them into Lava Giants Burning Blue Flames.
Another Vermilion Lightning lit up. An Angel of Light and Flames over a thousand meters tall fell into this The Void.
That Angel was rarely not enveloped by The Void. He had twelve pairs of pure white Wings. Between the Wings burned the most Burning Flames, yet He looked as pure as Light.
"Michael!"
In the Temporary Shelter, in the crowd's terrified gazes, a Marine suddenly grew twelve pairs of Pitch black Wings from his back. His entire body transformed into a Ram-headed Demon, letting out roars towards the Old Rival outside the Light Beam.
Outside the Blood-Colored Light Pillar, twelve pairs of pure white Wings slowly flapped behind Michael. He seemed to sense something. His cold gaze swept around. His gaze locked onto that Blood-Colored Light Pillar. He grabbed a White Crystal hanging in front of his Chest and said in a low, powerful voice: "I have intercepted this Dimension Space. Come over according to my Coordinates!"
Michael's powerful Mental Power passed through the White Crystal, transforming into a strange Energy Fluctuation that spread out, reaching a very distant Dimension named Heaven.
(end of chapter)
