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Chapter 365 Death and Life (Please subscribe, read, comment on the monthly ticket)

"Death walks with me!"

Martin whispered this, and the light in the room disappeared instantly, and shadows began to expand outward.

The large bed surrounded by Martin and Murphys fell on a calm pool of water, causing ripples that continued to spread outward.

Morpheus felt the power of death, his body flashed, and instantly took on countless appearances of countless races. Finally, he controlled it into a human form and cast a surprised look at Martin.

"Although death has blessed many people, no one has ever been able to control the power of death as skillfully as you."

Martin shook his head slightly. "It's just the tip of the iceberg. If the power of death is all over me, my small body can't bear it. So I cut off those complicated powers and only kept a part of them."

“This is much harder than controlling it.”

Morpheus found that he had underestimated this mysterious human: "Death is the most special one among us. Her power is not so easy to control."

Even members of the Endless Family will be killed in the end; no one can escape this final end.

Martin waved his hand gently and pointed forward. A bright silver moon rose in the boundless black underworld, shedding indiscriminate holy moonlight, illuminating the dead who were on their way to the end of death.

It is not just humans who are dying, there are also many other races, approaching the end in an illusory form.

Martin created this full moon simply because he doesn't like completely dark places.

As for death itself, it can take any form.

He also did not pay attention to the dead. Excessive attention would cause the dead's joys, sorrows, anger and happiness to be reflected in his soul.

"time to go!"

Martin waved his hand, and the woman's weak body completely collapsed. Her soul floated out and stared blankly at Martin and Morpheus.

"Where am I going?"

"I have never died, so I cannot answer your question."

Martin shrugged and answered truthfully.

The fact that he has the power over death does not mean that he has a complete understanding of death, nor is he willing to study it now.

"You brought me to this place, how could you not know?"

"Will I go to heaven or hell? Or will I be reincarnated like in Buddhism?"

Moody's mouth was getting faster and faster, spitting out like a machine gun.

"I know you are terrified now, but I really can't answer this question for you."

Martin didn't know how death comforted the dead, but his attitude was to make the other party face a certain reality.

You are about to die, but you don’t have the courage to face the reality. Is there anything more tragic than this?

"Do you think you have lived a happy life?"

Moody was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

She was not old, only about 20 years old, and her family was not wealthy, but not poor either.

Like all British students, she went to university in an orderly manner, found a job to support herself, and lived a boring life.

After finally meeting the bad guy Constantine, I thought this was a chance to change my life, but I didn't expect to lose my life.

Recalling his life, Moody slowly shook his head:

"My life couldn't be worse!"

"If that's the case, why are you still fantasizing about reincarnation? Haven't you suffered enough in your life? Do you want to go through it again?"

Martin's tone was slightly sarcastic.

The woman said angrily: "What makes you judge like that? Maybe I will be born into a wealthy family in my next life?"

"hehe!"

Martin had only two words to describe such fantasies: disdain.

"If I were to live in a world like that again, I would rather commit suicide."

"Well, the time for arguing is over! Face your fate, that moon is pretty good."

Moody turned his head to look at the half moon sinking in the dark beach, then turned his head back and said in embarrassment:

"Maybe?"

“No maybes.”

Martin suddenly became stern: "Since you died because of the sandbag, I advised you a little more. I hope you can remember the state of happiness and face the final outcome. But if you are greedy, the scene will become a little ugly."

Moody is obsessed with Constantine, so his values are naturally different from those of mainstream society. Martin is also tough, so she also becomes tough.

"I ended up like this because of your magic weapon. You must be responsible for this and compensate me for my losses. I want to see John, I want..."

"Although sandbags can weave beautiful dreams, they are not addictive. The reason you ended up like this is entirely because you can't get rid of your obsession with Constantine."

Morpheus presented facts and reasoned with others. He did not deny his mistakes, but he would never accept such blackmail.

“Is it wrong for me to love someone?”

Moody shouted loudly, as if trying to gain some advantage with the volume of his voice, but on the empty beach, no sound could be widely transmitted.

"It's not wrong to love someone, but if you love the wrong person, there's nothing you can do."

Martin stretched out his hand and the huge silver moon that illuminated the Hades Beach began to dim, and the holy light began to gradually disappear.

"Constantine is an excellent magician, which is his only advantage. Apart from this, he is a coward who has been escaping all his life, deliberately using one thing after another to cover up the origin of his life's tragedy.

You projected your fantasies on such a man, and ended up like this. It might be a bit too much to say that you deserved it. But it is absolutely okay to say that it is natural. "

"Let's go. Stop making trouble and wasting my limited sense of responsibility towards you."

Martin withdrew his power, and the Hades Beach became dim again, and darkness filled the surroundings.

Those who had accepted their death were not affected, but Moody became terrified.

"Well, I don't want to reach the end in the darkness with nothing."

The stubborn woman looked at the moon which was getting smaller and smaller, and finally lowered her head.

She glanced at her body reluctantly and began to walk towards the finish line, but before that she cursed the two ruthless men:

"No matter who you are, you can't understand the relationship between John and me. People like you will never find your true love in your life!"

Morpheus remained silent. He did not need love between men and women, nor did he bother to deal with the impotent rage of a mortal before his death.

Martin laughed and countered, "You will be disappointed. I have a girlfriend and we are in a very good relationship."

"Pooh!"

Moody expressed his feelings at the moment with the most primitive actions, and then walked to the end under the last ray of moonlight, disappearing into the darkness. "It's really not easy. My respect for death has increased a lot."

Martin sighed, then snapped his fingers, and everything in the Hades Beach began to dissipate.

Within seconds, Martin and Morpheus were back in the small apartment in London. Nothing had changed, except that the person on the bed was dead forever.

"As much as I hate the relationship between this woman and Constantine, I feel so bad for his family."

Martin called the police and asked them to deal with the body, then walked out of the room.

Morpheus was not interested in a cold corpse, so he followed Martin and started talking about the topic of death.

"I'm surprised that someone like you wouldn't pursue a longer life?"

"I'm not surprised you would ask me that."

Martin is not afraid of the topic of death. He said with a smile: "In fact, I am just an ordinary person. My life span is no more than a hundred years. Daily transformation will allow me to have more experiences, but it will not make me live forever. Whenever I talk about this, almost every friend will be surprised."

“The reason why we are human is that we fight for the fate of mankind as a whole, and exist to heal the wounds that even the universe itself cannot heal.

But most people want to live longer just to have more wealth and enjoy more youthful bodies.”

At this point, Martin felt physically ill: "Thinking that one day I might become like that, I would rather live only a hundred years, and then leave this world happily surrounded by my friends and descendants."

Morpheus' eyes flickered: "Few humans would think like you."

Martin stretched out his right index finger and shook it gently: "You are wrong. No one doesn't want to live this kind of life. It's just that the current situation is overwhelming them and they can't think about the long-term future."

"But humans must eventually develop into a more civilized society. Otherwise, they cannot be called human beings and will continue to rotate in vain in the process of evolving from beasts to humans."

Morpheus agreed with Martin's opinion. He was able to control the dreams of the multiverse and had seen too many races wasting time in this process and eventually perished.

"I sincerely hope that your group can have a better future. So do I."

Morpheus wanted to discuss more details with Martin, but he seemed to have seen something, frowned, and his face drooped.

"I don't know when there will be more people like you, but I know there is someone who is the opposite right here."

Martin followed Morpheus's gaze and looked behind him, and saw Constantine with magic runes shining all over his body, rushing towards him colliding with the shadows of hooves.

"Hoof Shadow!"

Martin shouted, and the already enraged Iron Horse instantly put away all his weapons and obediently walked behind him.

"You, you two, I..."

Constantine was very tired. His weakness was the purely material technological creation like Hoof Shadow.

His tricks, his cleverness, and his advantages were completely useless in front of the iron horse, and he could only use magic to fight a head-on battle.

However, Constantine did not do this often.

What's more, Tiying is a combat robot.

Martin looked at his bruised face and shook his head gently: "The child inside is gone. Although she was a little angry before she died, she did not suffer any pain."

"You could have saved her. You have the power of death."

Constantine was beaten black and blue, but the resentment in his eyes was still clearly directed at Martin.

Martin just felt it was absurd and ridiculous: "If I controlled the power of death and could resurrect anyone at will, then that girl inside would not be resurrected."

"Besides, the girl inside was killed by you, what does it have to do with me?

I am a kind person. If you can't get over the guilt in your heart and must find someone to vent to, I don't mind you finding me."

"Let's go!"

Martin waved to Morpheus and had no intention of getting entangled with Constantine.

They still have two magical weapons to find, so they have to hurry.

Martin and Morpheus wanted to leave, and Constantine certainly couldn't stop them. He couldn't even slow them down.

He wanted to and actually threw out a bunch of spells, colorful and of all kinds, but they disappeared instantly around Martin and Morpheus.

"Do you have any conscience? A young girl just passed away, and you are so indifferent?"

Constantine was used to talking nonsense.

Martin didn't even look back: "Whether I have a conscience is secondary. The key is whether you have one. If you feel any guilt towards the girl inside, you shouldn't be chasing me now, but go and deal with his funeral."

After Martin said this, Constantine was like a deflated ball. After hesitating for a long time, he finally walked into the room.

……

"You should kill Constantine. People like that will only cause you more trouble in the future."

Murphys didn't walk a few steps before he told Martin his advice.

Martin shook his head. "That guy will kill himself sooner or later. According to the laws of human society, he should have been shot for what he did."

"But considering that more disasters will erupt in the multiverse in the future, I still plan to keep him and use him as a shield."

"Don't be soft-hearted, my friend! I shouldn't have done that nightmare, otherwise I wouldn't have caused such great damage."

Morpheus is obsessed with being imprisoned. His own injury is a major issue, but more importantly, the collapse of the dream world has caused the disappearance of countless lives.

"You worry too much. I'm not a saint. Many people have died at my hands."

Martin had no specific plans for Constantine, but he was rarely wrong in that regard.

And he has the Justice League to back him up!

"There are still helmets and gems left. I suggest we split up and speed up the search."

Martin looked at the time. It was already past noon, and it was still unclear how fast time flowed in hell and the human world.

The Justice League's investigation into the old furnace and the runaway wife was not going very smoothly, but the investigation into Nightmare Collins went very smoothly.

Because that pervert never concealed the scene or traces of his murders.

Morpheus said seriously: "If we are going to hell, then we can't separate. Lucifer is not the old gods you know. He has half the power of the Infinite. Even my brothers and sisters must be extremely vigilant when facing her."

Martin was stunned. He didn't expect the test to have anything to do with Lucifer. Then he remembered that Morpheus had been imprisoned for a hundred years.

"Oh, I forgot. Lucifer is no longer in Hell. He is in the human world now."

"Speaking of which, we can go meet him first. Maybe we can get some information about the two parties involved in the transaction in exchange for your helmet."

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