The Real Culprit

"Oh right, I almost forgot about that."

The black cat stuck out its pink tongue and licked its fur. "The Limbo Fragment that I snatched should still be hidden under the hotel. Go and take it away."

"Are you talking about this?"

Lod pulled out a dark red, irregular crystal from the shadows. "When I came out before, I took it away."

"That's right, this is it."

Michael nodded slightly. "The Spiritual Prison is the lowest level of all hell. It is the manifestation of the original form and authority of hell. With this thing, your hell level should be enhanced a lot."

"Tsk."

Lod's expression was a little strange.

A seraphim who guarded the highest level of heaven was teaching him a hell demon king to become stronger. No matter how one looked at it, this scene was filled with a strong sense of disharmony. It was unknown what kind of wonderful expression the Vatican's Pope would make if he found out.

"Your thinking is too narrow."

Michael seemed to have seen through his thoughts. "The relationship between heaven and hell is coexisting, not an ordinary mortal enemy. The two are like the front and back of a piece of paper, existing on both sides of the world. No matter who, they are indispensable."

"But your relationship with the demons doesn't seem to be like this?" Lod asked the question in his heart.

"The coexistence of heaven and hell does not mean that angels and demons coexist." Michael was not impatient at all. She carefully explained, "Let's use a piece of paper as an example. The human world is the paper itself, and heaven and hell are attached to the two sides of paper."

"Heaven enjoys the bright side. Hell gives birth to the dark side, and the human world maintains the existence of the two. The three sides can not interfere too much with the other worlds, but they maintain a delicate balance."

"But not everyone is satisfied with the current situation. The demons born in the evil environment of hell suffer the cruel 'dark side' all year round. Under endless negative emotions and evil, they are jealous of the environment of heaven and the human world. In the end, they developed other ideas and wanted to ask for more souls, so as to get out of the cruel environment like hell."

"But this way, it will destroy the paper itself."

"So the heaven that symbolizes light is to stop the hell that conceals darkness?" Lod said.

"That's more or less the reason." Michael licked her paws and said indifferently, "The real reason is very complicated, but generally speaking, it's almost like this. After all, the battle between light and darkness is the eternal truth in the universe, isn't it?"

"It does sound a bit reasonable."

Lod was still half-understood, but he was too lazy to care about the contradiction between heaven and hell. He changed the topic and said, "I have another question. How did you and Constantine come to Newcastle in 1915?"

This matter had always made him feel very strange.

After destroying the incomplete god, all his memories returned. Naturally, he remembered Michael and Constantine. He went to Newcastle to save the demon that Constantine had summoned many years ago. The girl who had been forcibly taken away by Constantine had been summoned by the wrong spell.

But the timeline that these two people were in was 2008. How did they suddenly return to 1915?

In the face of Lod's confused gaze, the black cat's licking of its paws froze, and then it said in a helpless tone, "If I wereto say that I don't know what's going on, would you believe me?"

"Even you don't know about this?" Lod raised his eyebrows, revealing a very surprised expression. However, the way he looked at Michael didn't seem to be fake. For a moment, he felt a little strange.

Even if Michael didn't have Gabriel's Omniscient Eyes, it wasn't to the extent that he didn't even know about this matter, right?

"I really don't know." Michael sighed. "At that time, when I fought with Naer, I just pulled out the soul fragment from his body and was suddenly enveloped by a magic array. Before I could react, I was sent to this time and space."

"The magic array has an incantation that specializes in restraining angels, forcing me to use the power of the Seraph to resist. In addition, I consumed a lot of energy when I fought with Naer. In the end, I had to use the Holy Protection Magic to hide myself and the soul thin prison inside, waiting for the power to be accumulated again."

At this point, the whole thing was basically clear.

No wonder when Michael appeared, she was soaked in a jar. It turned out that it was one of the Demon Kings that fought against Gorr, causing the power of the Seraph to be consumed too much, which was why humans took advantage of the loophole.

When the Seraph walked in the human world, it would be restricted and supervised by the contract of Vishanti.

No matter if it was Michael or Gabriel, they were unable to unleash all of their power. Moreover, the power of the Seraph was used a little less, and it would take a lot of time to accumulate again unless they chose to return to heaven.

However, once they returned to heaven, it would be difficult to come back down.

Therefore, the Seraphs who had descended upon the human world all adhered to the principle of being reasonable and would try their best not to make a move.

After all, every bit of their Seraph's power required a large amount of time to accumulate again, as well as the massive amount of faith power condensed by the Holy See. It could be said to be quite difficult.

Lod suddenly understood why there was a feeling of wanting to kill him in Michael's eyes.

The power of the Seraph that he had worked so hard to accumulate had ended up being squandered by him so wantonly just now. It was almost the same as returning to before liberation overnight. How could Michael not want to kill him?

"You better be careful. I keep feeling that this matter is not over yet." Michael's tone was a little solemn. "The mage who ambushed me in secret gave me a very familiar feeling. I seem to have seen him somewhere before. Although this summoning ritual failed, he will definitely make another move."

"Yes. I understand."

Lod pinched his tightly knitted eyebrows and said with a headache, "It seems that Wilbert is not the real culprit. There is another person hiding in the dark who can use such a powerful time magic."

Think about it carefully.

It has powerful time magic and can transfer the Seraph.

Throughout the entire earth, there were very few people who fit this condition. The most likely one was Sorcerer Supreme!

Could it be that it was Ancient One who did it?

Lod fell silent. Although the bald woman was mysterious, she should not do such a thing. Moreover, she had no reason to summon an ancient god in the depths of the starry sky.

"From the looks of it, you seem to have some thoughts about the murderer?" Michael jumped up and landed on Lod's shoulder. She lifted the meat cushion and pressed it against his cheek.

"Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One. How likely do you think it is?" Lod asked.

"It's completely impossible."

Michael was slightly disappointed. She said, "Vishanti will not let her mess around. Moreover, if it really is her, how could I not know?"

"That's true."

Lod sighed and said, "By the way, how did the two of you return to the original time and space?"

"This is not difficult." Michael said lightly, "The moment I was pulled into the space-time magic, I left a special mark of heaven. As long as it is activated, you can take me and Constantine back. Since you can come here, you should have a way to go back, right?"

"The illusion of time on the Eye of Agamotto, the magic mark that Ancient One gave me."

Lod lit up the mysterious eye symbol on the back of his hand and said, "Since you can go back, you can help me find a woman who was also thrown into this space and time. Her name is Pepper Potts, the CEO of Stark Group."

"The magic to find people, the guy over there is more familiar than me." Michael raised her cat claws and looked at the unconscious Constantine.

"Let's leave this place first and find a place to rest." Lod nodded slightly and let out a long breath. "When he wakes up and finds that woman, we can return to the original time and space."

"Meow ---"

Michael yawned, her eyelids drooping lazily. "I'll leave the rest to you. I need to sleep for a while. Holding a cat should be no problem for you, right?"

"Have you forgotten about Constantine?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the black cat burrowed into his clothes.

In the end, Lod could only carry the black cat and drag Constantine out slowly.

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In the ruined city.

The space suddenly rippled like waves, causing intense ripples.

A thin man suddenly appeared. He reached out to pick up the golden pocket watch that had fallen on the ground and gently pressed the top.

The golden cover popped open with a crack, revealing the broken transparent dial inside and a black and white photo embedded inside the cover. It was a woman with soft long hair and an outstanding appearance.

"Did I fail again?"

The man's blue eyes were filled with indescribable pain.

After a long silence, the man slowly closed the golden watch cover. His eyes were unusually determined. "But it doesn't matter. I will succeed next time. No matter what price I have to pay, I will save you, even if it will destroy the entire world!"