Chapter 1493: Twilight Event (15)

When Lucifer returned to the Forgotten Bookstore again, in addition to his angry face, he also held a black diamond in his hand. This time he consciously sat in front of the window, slapped the black diamond on the table with a "pop," and said: "This fool is really crazy!"

Schiller packed up the last few books scattered on the ground, turned his head to look at the black diamond, and said: "Bruce seemed to have brought back a diamond like this before, what is this?"

Lucifer's face was gloomy. After a moment of silence, he spat out a name: "Spirit of Wrath, also called Eclipso."

"Oh?" Schiller made a syllable to express his interest. He put the book back on the shelf, sat opposite Lucifer and looked at him, waiting for him to solve the puzzle.

"You also know that in ancient times, God needed certain deterrent means to spread his prestige, so the position of God's executioner came into being. The incarnation of God's Spirit of Wrath was the first executioner, but later he was replaced by the Spirit of Vengeance."

"I didn't pay much attention to what happened later, I only heard that the Spirit of Wrath seemed to have been sealed by the Spirit of Vengeance, and there has been no movement for so many years."

"But I didn't expect Gabriel to be so crazy. He smashed the seal of the Spirit of Wrath and used it to scratch Wheat."

Lucifer clenched his fists, pursed his lips and blamed himself a little: "Gabriel has always wanted to find my weakness in the human world. The wave of people he sent to the bar before was a test. It was my negligence."

Then he sighed again and said: "The power of the Spirit of Wrath is very special. The wound caused by his seal carries this special power. The process of wound healing will cause great pain. Gabriel just wants me to be blinded by anger, lose my dignity, and chase him like a mad dog."

Schiller smiled slightly and said: "He wants to pull you into his despicable field and then defeat you with rich experience. Will you let him succeed? Or rather... don't you want to teach him a lesson?"

Lucifer's face was terribly gloomy. He pressed his thumb into his palm painfully and said: "I don't have many friends. Over the years, there are even fewer who can maintain friendship with me. Wheat is almost equivalent to my soul mate, but few people know this."

"Gabriel might think she is just one of my lovers, so he had no scruples when hurting her, but I must make him pay an equivalent price!"

Lucifer took a deep breath, his mandible trembled, even if he still maintained an elegant posture, the blue veins on his neck were clearly visible. He stared at the table and thought for a long time before looking at Schiller and saying: "You guessed it all, but you didn't remind me, just intending to let me do as you said."

"No need for me to remind you." Schiller shook his head and said: "As long as you are still active in the human world, it is inevitable that you will have friends you care about. Even if they are just casual acquaintances, Gabriel has a way to torture them one by one, and you can only chase behind him, feeling the pain of your friends."

Schiller stood up, walked behind Lucifer, put his hand on Lucifer's back of the chair, and then put it on his shoulder, looked down at him and said: "Don't live like Constantine, that is exactly what Gabriel wants. He and Constantine are the same type of people."

"They have never been valued, they have always been alternatives, so when they do evil, they will also do everything possible to make you feel this pain, becoming the source of disaster in the eyes of friends, letting everyone stay far away from you."

Schiller leaned down slightly, close to Lucifer's ear and said: "The greatest courage is not falling from heaven, but returning to heaven after falling. The comfort you receive from angels and God will be your best weapon. You must grasp it firmly and then stab it into the enemy's heart."

"Enough." Lucifer took a deep breath and said: "Don't tempt me, I won't become as crazy as you... Damn it, aren't there enough lunatics in this world?"

After speaking, he stood up and walked to the door, then looked back at Schiller. There was hesitation in his eyes, but in the end, he still said: "I... go back and consider it."

Lucifer turned and left. Red Hood sat on the stairs, quite unaccustomed to it, and said: "Well, who is this big shot? Don't tell me he really is that Lucifer."

"That's right, it's him, Lucifer Morningstar."

Red Hood covered his eyes and said: "You tempt a devil to deal with an angel, the method is to let him become an angel again, is there something wrong with this?"

"Lucifer will make the right choice." Schiller's tone was always calm. He took a sip of water, walked to the window, and looked at the iron-gray London streets.

This is an excellent hunting ground for vampires, because even if it is not raining, the sky is still gloomy and dark, without any sunlight.

Bruce, who had just walked out of the BBC headquarters building, saw a familiar figure at the street corner. After walking over, he looked at Constantine, who was squatting in the corner smoking, and asked: "John, why are you here? Didn't you go back to the bookstore?"

"I'm waiting for you." Constantine exhaled a puff of smoke, looked up at Bruce and said: "Didn't you want me to help you find a vampire? I originally caught one, but that cunning mouse took the opportunity to escape, and I unfortunately got hit."

Bruce frowned and walked forward. He pushed Constantine's upper body back, and sure enough, he saw a long wound on his abdomen.

Constantine gasped with difficulty, exhaled a smoke ring, and said: "Count me unlucky, but that guy didn't escape either, he turned into ashes under Old Man Midnight's hands. It seems I have to find another one for you."

"No need." Bruce shook his head and said: "That part has already been completed, but you'd better lie flat, it's not good to cover the wound like this."

"I'm fine, can you help me up?"

"I mean, even if you cover this wound with your hand, it's still full of holes. I guess you haven't studied anatomy. The scars caused by vampire claws are not like this."

Constantine fell silent, but showed no sign of wanting to move. Bruce knelt in front of him, looked into his eyes and said: "Who are you? What are you here for?"

"I heard you are looking for black diamonds, do you know what that is?"

"I don't know."

"Really? At the moment of touching it, didn't you feel that powerful power?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"That is God's Spirit of Wrath. The dark heart that sealed him is broken, so it scattered into a thousand pieces, drifting to all parts of the world. If you can find it, you can gain extremely powerful power."

"And then?"

"It seems that the Spirit of Wrath has already told you all these things, and what I want to tell you is that even if you gather all a thousand pieces, you cannot completely restore the dark heart. These diamonds with powerful power will bewitch ordinary people, let them become its puppets, and then commit numerous crimes, which will plunge the human world into disaster, never to be peaceful."

Constantine sighed softly and said: "I am Gabriel. The black diamond I gave you before can make you realize how powerful and dangerous this thing is, and you will definitely try every means to collect it."

"But unfortunately, you adopted the most stupid method, which is letting ordinary people find it for you. Once they are bewitched, disaster follows, and you cannot restore the dark heart and reseal the Spirit of Wrath. These sacrifices of your compatriots will all be in vain, and this will all be your sin."

"Among these thousand pieces, one core piece is the most critical. Only by getting it is it possible to reorganize the dark heart."

"Then, where is this core piece?" Bruce asked very cooperatively.

Gabriel showed a crazy smile. He tore open his coat to reveal his chest. Only then did he see a black rhombus emitting purple light inserted in the position of his heart. He looked up at Bruce and said.

"The core piece is here, in the heart of your friend Constantine. If you take it away, the energy that powers this corpse of the dead will disappear, the corpse will completely turn into ashes, and even if the soul returns from hell, it is absolutely impossible to resurrect."

"And if you don't take it away, you will never be able to reseal the Spirit of Wrath, and innocent people will die tragically because of you."

"Make a choice, Batman." Gabriel turned his head to the side and said: "Is it to leave the core piece, keep the corpse intact, leave your friend a chance to resurrect, or use it to reseal the Spirit of Wrath and avoid possible casualties?"

Bruce's expression suddenly became a bit complicated. Just as Gabriel inside Constantine was appreciating this scene in detail, Bruce's expression turned into weirdness.

Bruce made a fist with his hand and pressed it against his mouth, coughed hard twice, raised his tone and said: "I didn't quite understand, can you repeat what you just said?"

Gabriel frowned fiercely. He looked at Bruce coldly and said: "Don't try to play me, human boy, it's impossible for you not to understand."

"What did you say? You want Batman to make a choice?" Bruce's voice was even louder.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Gabriel questioned.

Bruce looked up at the roof next to him, but that was just out of Gabriel's field of vision. Gabriel frowned tightly and said: "Yes, you must make a choice. Is it the life of ordinary people, or the intact body of your friend?"

"I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?"

"Is your ear bad? I said, I let you make a choice!

!

" Gabriel shouted angrily.

With a "whoosh," a gust of wind passed through the alley. Gabriel widened his eyes and saw a cloud of blood mist slowly condensing behind Bruce.

"Vampire?" Gabriel frowned and shouted, then showed a look of disgust and said: "Damn stinking mouse, get out!"

But after the blood mist condensed, what appeared was not the always gloomy and indifferent expression of a vampire, but a huge smile.

Bruce retreated a step instantly, withdrew from between the two, then pointed at Gabriel and said to the Cain Joker.

"It's him! He just let me make a choice!" ***