Lucifer's eyes turned cold, and a dazzling white light erupted from his body. The white light formed a huge shield of holy light, blocking him in front of him.
"Clang!"
The black long sword pierced the Holy Light Shield, making a deafening sound of gold and iron. Dense cracks appeared on the Holy Light Shield, like broken glass.
"Crack!"
The long black sword could not withstand the huge force and broke into two pieces.
Lucifer punched 2014 Bai Haorui in the chest. 2014 Bai Haorui flew out like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of black blood. Several of his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were severely damaged.
Ten Thousand Souls Banner lost the control of its owner and fell to the ground, and the innocent souls above began to flee in all directions.
Lucifer walked towards Bai Haorui in 2014 step by step. His white leather shoes stepped on the blood-stained ground without leaving a trace. His eyes were cold with a trace of pity. "I said, you are not my right. Hand. No matter how hard you try, you can't change anything. If you keep following your original route, you will still pose a greater threat to me. Unfortunately, your repeated failures have made you make the changes I want, haha, but I have had enough fun and you can die."
Bai Haorui in 2014 struggled to get up. His face was covered with blood, and his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness. He coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his voice was hoarse. "Why... why we tried our best, but we still can't win..."
"Because you are just mortals." Lucifer squatted down, looked at him, and said calmly, "And I am the most perfect angel created by God. The gap between you and me is huge. Just like ants and elephants, no matter how hard the ant tries, it is impossible to kill the elephant."
At this moment, 2009 Bai Haorui rushed over from behind. He held a stack of yellow Evil-Breaking Talisman in his hand, and used all his strength to stick all the talismans on Lucifer's back.
"The Mysterious Spiritual Treasure of Taishang Cave saves suffering and eliminates sins, and brings endless salvation. Taishang Laojun, teach me how to kill ghosts! Give me the magic formula! Be as urgent as the law!"
Bai Haorui chanted the spell, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the talisman paper.
Golden light burst out from Evil-Breaking Talisman, as dazzling as the sun. These talismans were refined with his own blood essence and mahogany heart, and contained the purest power to defeat evil.
"Ah!!"
Lucifer let out a painful scream. A huge hole was burned out of his back, and golden blood spurted out. Pure Daoist True Fire invaded his body, burning his soul, and making him feel intense pain.
"Damn it!"
Lucifer turned around suddenly and slapped 2009 Bai Haorui on the face. Bai Haorui was hit and flew out, hit the wall heavily, his vision went dark, and he fainted.
Bai Haorui in 2014 took this opportunity and used up his last bit of strength to sit up. He looked at Lucifer, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.
He raised his hand and pressed it between his eyebrows. There was a black Lotus Seal, which was the mark formed by fusing his soul with Netherworld True Fire.
Countless images flashed through his mind: Bobby patted his shoulder with a smile, Joe and Ellen poured him drinks in the bar, Dean and Sam fought side by side with him, and the little girl who died in the fire...
"Sam, Bobby, Dean, Joe, Ellen... everyone" Bai Haorui in 2014 whispered with a gentle voice, "I'm here to accompany you..."
He stood up suddenly, rushed towards Lucifer like a cannonball, and hugged his waist tightly.
"Netherworld True Fire·Self-destruction!"
The Bai Haorui of 2014 roared, detonating all his soul, all his cultivation, and all his Netherworld True Fire at this moment.
"Boom!!!"
A loud bang that destroyed the world.
The black Netherworld True Fire formed a huge fireball, enveloping the entire Lucifer inside. The fireball continued to expand, swallowing up the entire Garden. A huge hole with a depth of more than ten meters was blown out of the ground, and the surrounding buildings were razed to the ground.
The violent shock wave spread to all directions, and Dean was blown away, fell heavily to the ground, and fainted.
After an unknown amount of time, the smoke slowly dissipated.
Lucifer stood in the middle of the pit, his body had become tattered and golden blood was flowing down the remaining half of his arm, dripping on the ground. His eyes were filled with unprecedented anger and fear.
He looked at the handful of ashes left by Bai Haorui in 2014 on the ground and gritted his teeth.
"Asshole!"
Lucifer cursed in a low voice. This is the most serious injury he has suffered since he came to earth.
He raised his head and glanced at the 2009 Bai Haorui who fainted on the ground, and then at the fainted Dean not far away. There was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, but in the end he did not take action.
"We will meet again soon."
Lucifer left these words, turned into a plume of black smoke, and disappeared into the sky.
Dean slowly opened his eyes.
He found himself leaning against the kitchen sink in room Century Hotel 113, breathing heavily. There was cold sweat on his forehead and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
Everything that happened just now was like a nightmare. The destroyed city, the corrupted Cas, the cold future self, and the self-destructed future Bai Haorui... Every picture was clearly printed in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.
"Oh, well, if it's not the Ghost of Christmas Asshole."
A familiar voice sounded in front of him.
Dean raised his head and saw Zachariah standing in front of him with a proud smile on his face.
"That's enough," Zachariah said, his voice filled with triumph. "You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only one who can prove the devil wrong. Just say 'I agree'. Give yourself to Michael. Say I agree' and we can attack. Before Lucifer finds Sam. Before billions die."
Dean looked at him, his eyes were terrifyingly calm. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said in a sarcastic tone, "How do I know that all this is not your trick? Hmm? Some angel's magic? Some illusion used to trick me into submission?"
"Illusion?" Zachariah laughed, "Do you think I have the ability to create that kind of world? Do you think I have the ability to make you feel that kind of pain and despair? That's not an illusion, Dean. That's the future. It's the future that will definitely happen if you don't say 'agree'."
Dean turned around and turned his back to Zachariah. Scenes of the future flashed through his mind again: the child torn to pieces by Croatoans, Castiel who fell in despair, the future Dean who shot his friend to death, and the future Bai Haorui who self-destructed in flames.
His shoulders were shaking slightly.
After a long time, he slowly turned around and looked at Zachariah with firm eyes.
"No."
The smile on Zachariah's face froze in an instant. He looked at Dean in disbelief and said in an angry tone, "'No'? Are you saying that you haven't learned your lesson yet? Didn't you see how scary the future is? Didn't you see billions of people die? Didn't you see what Sam Bai Haorui has become?"
"Oh, I learned my lesson, yes." Dean's tone was calm but firm, and every word was pronounced, "It's just not the one you wanted to teach me."
"What?" Zachariah looked at him doubtfully.
"What I learned is that I must never say 'yes' to Michael." Dean said, "Because if I say 'yes', I will become the person I am in the future. Cold, ruthless, and willing to sacrifice everything to achieve my goals. I will lose my humanity, lose my brothers, and lose my friends. In that case, even if I win, what's the point?"
"You're crazy!" Zachariah shouted angrily, "You will destroy this world!"
"No." Dean shook his head, "I won't. Because I still have Sam and Haorui. The three of us together, we will definitely find another way. We will definitely find a way to defeat Lucifer without sacrificing billions of people."
"Okay, then I have to teach you one more time!" Zachariah's eyes turned pure gold, and powerful angelic pressure erupted from his body, "Because I have caught you now, boy, and I will never let you--"
Dean suddenly disappeared.
Zachariah looked at the empty room, stamped his feet angrily, and cursed, "Damn...Castiel!"
roadside.
Dean appeared on the side of a deserted road, gasping for air.
He turned around and saw Castiel standing behind him, wearing his signature beige windbreaker with a faint smile on his face.
"The timing is good, Cas." Dean breathed a sigh of relief, with a tired smile on his face.
"We have a date." Castiel said.
Dean stretched out his hand and put it on Castiel's shoulder, his eyes full of gratitude and solemnity. He looked at Castiel's clean and serious face, and secretly swore in his heart: I will never let you become what you will be in the future. Never.
"Never change." Dean said.
Castiel looked at him in confusion. "Zachariah How did he find you?"
"It's a long story." Dean smiled, "Let's stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay?"
He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number Sam.
"What are you doing?" Castiel asked.
"Do what I should have done from the beginning." Dean said, and the call was connected, "Sam. It's me. Come back. We need you."
He hung up the phone and looked at Castiel: "Where is Haorui? Have you found him?"
"Found it." Castiel nodded, "He is in a nearby motel. I will pick him up first. We will meet at the bridge in front."
"Okay." Dean nodded.
Castiel turned into a white light and disappeared.
The next morning.
The sun is shining brightly and there are no clouds in the sky. The warm sunshine shines on the earth, dispelling all the haze.
Dean sat on the front of Impala's car, waiting. He looked at the fields and blue sky in the distance, and his heart was filled with unprecedented peace and hope.
There was a roar of a car engine.
An old car drove over and parked next to Impala. Sam got out of the car. He looked haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of uneasiness and expectation. He was holding a simple backpack in his hand and stood there, feeling a little embarrassed.
Dean and Sam approached each other. There was a distance between them, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"Sam." Dean spoke first, his voice a little hoarse.
He pulled out Ruby's knife from his waist. Sam's body trembled suddenly, and he subconsciously took a step back, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.
Dean said nothing. He held the handle of the knife and handed it to Sam with the handle facing forward.
Sam looked at him in surprise, then looked at the knife.
"If you are serious and want to join the team..." Dean said, with a sincere tone, "You should take this. I'm sure you are already rusty."
Sam stretched out his hand tremblingly and took the knife. His fingers touched Dean's fingers, and both of them were stunned for a moment.
Sam lowered his head and looked at the knife in his hand, his eyes slowly turning red.
"Listen, man." Dean scratched his head and said with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry. I don't know. I... no matter what kind of person I need to be. But I, uh-- was wrong. I shouldn't have pushed you away alone. We are brothers. We should face all this together."
Sam raised his head and looked at Dean, his eyes full of gratitude. His voice was choked. "What made you change your mind?"
"It's a long story." Dean smiled, with a heavy look in his eyes, "The point is... maybe we are each other's Achilles' heel. Maybe they will find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know that we can keep each other human."
At this moment, another roar of the engine came.
A black Ford F-150 drove over and stopped beside them.
Bai Haorui got out of the car. His face was still a little pale, and his chest was wrapped with a bandage. He looked at Dean and Sam, with a bright smile on his face, as warm as the sun.
"It seems I missed an important moment." Bai Haorui said with a smile.
Dean and Sam looked at him and smiled.
"Haorui." Sam's voice was choked with sobs.
Bai Haorui walked up to them, stretched out his hands, and placed them on the shoulders of Dean and Sam respectively. His eyes were firm and his tone was full of power. "Okay. Now the three of us are together again. Let us create a completely different future. Let those angels and devils see that our destiny is our own decision."
Dean nodded, and his eyes became firm. "That's right. We create our own future."
The first glimmer of dawn was like a dull knife, slowly cutting through the Ohio thick morning fog. The black Impala sped smoothly on the deserted interstate highway. The rustle of tires on the road was intertwined with the intermittent country music on the radio, but it could not dispel the silence in the car.
Dean's fingers holding the steering wheel unconsciously tapped the worn leather. His eyes glanced at Sam in the passenger seat from time to time.
Sam lowered his head and repeatedly rubbed the familiar Ruby's Knife on his waist with his slender fingers. The cold metal touch could not calm the turmoil in his heart. He returned from Bai Haorui to South Dakota to treat Bobby's leg injury. The newly reunited brothers had not spoken a word for two and a half hours.
Dean's eyes fell on Sam's side face again. The morning light outlined his sharp outlines, fading away from the youthful youth and adding a layer of lingering fatigue and gloom. There was stubble on his chin, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes. Has he really changed? Dean asked himself over and over again in his heart.
Sam felt Dean's gaze and clenched the knife in his hand. The cold blade hurt the palm of his hand, leaving a shallow red mark. Dean also It's because he doesn't trust me. There was a trace of bitterness in his heart, like swallowing an unripe persimmon. It doesn't matter, I will prove it to him. I will not let anyone down again. This time, I will never lose control again. I will make up for the mistakes I made with my own hands.
Dean cleared his throat and finally broke the embarrassing silence. His voice was a little unnatural, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. "Uh... the case sent by Bobby, Ohio Canton City. A guy named Carl·Hope Kings died in his garage."
Sam raised his head and frowned slightly. "How did you die?"
"The head was forcibly embedded in the windshield of the Porsche." Dean said, deliberately avoiding Sam's eyes, "And the car was parked."
"A parked car? But it has the impact of a frontal collision of 80 miles per hour?" Sam frowned even more tightly, "This is impossible."
"I think it's worth checking." Dean said nonchalantly, continuing to tap the steering wheel with his fingers, "Just think of it as... the first warm-up case after we work together again. Put on the training wheels first and take your time."
Sam raised his eyebrows, with a hint of imperceptible hurt in his tone. "So you think I need training wheels?"
"No! It's 'us'!" Dean quickly waved his hand, "You and me, as a team. Okay? I really hope this can be a new beginning, you know? For both of us."
Sam was silent for a moment, looking towards the fields passing by quickly outside the window. The morning breeze blew his hair, and his eyes were full of complex emotions - guilt, grievance. After a while, he nodded lightly. "Okay."
At the same time, South Dakota and Bobby's homes were more than 1,200 kilometers away.
The early morning sunlight slanted through the dusty windows into the messy study room. The bookshelves were filled with various yellowed supernatural books and ancient scrolls. The covers of some books had fallen off, revealing the fragile paper inside. On the wall A variety of demon-hunting weapons were hung - shotguns, revolvers, silver daggers, wooden stakes, holy water spray cans, and a polished iron axe. The air was filled with the unique smell of old books, gunpowder, turpentine and coffee.
Bobby is sitting in a wheelchair, facing the computer screen, sorting out Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse's information with a frown on his face. His leg injury has not fully healed, his knees are still swollen, and his movement is still somewhat inconvenient.. The computer screen is densely filled with various words and symbols, which are information about the war, Famine, Pestilence, and the four knights of death that he collected from various ancient books and legends.
There was a crisp sound of swords coming from the yard.
Bai Haorui is practicing swordsmanship. He is wearing a black outfit, and his posture is as tall and straight as a pine, like a green bamboo standing in the wind. The purple-gold True Gang is wrapped around the peach wood sword, making a sound The low humming sound was shining brightly in the morning light, as if it were alive. His movements were smooth and seamless. He stabbed, dotted, teased, chopped, swept, hung, and picked. Every basic move was performed by him with great proficiency.
With a twist of his wrist, the mahogany sword drew a perfect arc in the air, bringing with it a whistling wind. Then it slashed downwards. A sharp purple-gold sword energy shot out of the air, splitting a scrapped car in the backyard into two halves. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of burrs.
"Take it!" Bai Haorui shouted in a low voice, True Qi sank and slowly flowed back to Dantian along the meridians. He stood firmly in place, breathing long and steady, without a trace of sweat on his forehead. After a few days of rest, the injuries he suffered in the future time and space have been fully recovered, and Dantian Tanuchi's True Gang is full and full, returning to the heyday of [True Gang Condensation·Refining Qi into Gang]. Even because of the tempering of that life and death battle, his True Gang is more pure and concise than before.
At this moment, a rapid ringing of the phone suddenly came from the study room.
Bai Haorui frowned slightly and sheathed the sword. The peach wood sword made a soft sound and lay quietly on his back. He quickly walked into the study.
Bobby had already answered the phone. The expression on his face became more and more solemn. The hand holding the phone trembled slightly and his knuckles turned white from the exertion. His lips pursed into a straight line, "... I understand. Take care, old man."
He hung up the phone, sighed heavily, and punched the table, causing the coffee cup on the table to jump. The coffee spilled out, leaving a dark stain on the yellowed tablecloth.
"What's wrong, Bobby?" Bai Haorui asked, with an ominous premonition rising in his heart.
"It's Old Joey." Bobby's voice was hoarse, with unconcealable sadness, "My old friend, Texas is one of the best hunters. We have hunted vampires together and killed werewolves together. Three days ago, he discovered that Lone Star Town in the west of Texas had lost all contact with the outside world. The phone calls could not be reached, emails were not answered, and even the local police station could not be contacted. He felt something was wrong, so he went to check it out alone."
"Then what?" Bai Haorui.
"He just sent his last voice message." Bobby closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down his emotions, "His voice was shaking, and there were gunshots and screams in the background. He said: 'Horseman of War is here. They are all crazy and killing each other. I can't escape. Tell Bobby to find someone with strong ability, and don't let more people die.'"
Bai Haorui's eyes instantly turned cold. He clenched the mahogany sword in his hand, and the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman text on the sword flickered slightly. Horseman of War. Last time in the town of River Pass, because I was injured, I could only barely fight him off and let him escape. This time, I am in full strength, and I must make him pay the price.
Bobby opened his eyes, his eyes full of sadness and anger, "I guess... he has already rushed forward and fought Horseman of War to death. Old Joey has this temper. He will never back down even if he knows he will die. He has never left any innocent person behind in his life."
"I'll go there." Bai Haorui said without a doubt.
Bobby raised his head and looked at him. "Haorui, Horseman of War, you know the power. He can control people's hearts, create illusions, amplify the deepest anger and hatred in human hearts, turn the closest family members against each other, and make the best friends kill each other. It's useless to kill too many people. They will only be influenced by him and become madmen who kill each other."
"I know." Bai Haorui nodded, "My Clear Heart Talisman and Evil-Dispelling Talisman can help people stabilize their minds and resist his mental pollution. My True Gang can also form a barrier to resist his mental attacks. Moreover, I can move more flexibly by myself and my target is smaller. I am the best choice."
Bobby was silent for a moment. He knew that what Bai Haorui said was true. Looking at the entire hunter circle, Bai Haorui is probably the only one who can escape unscathed in Horseman of War's territory and save others. "Okay." He finally nodded, "You must be careful.. Remember, Horseman of War is Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and we haven't found a way to kill him yet. His power to control people's hearts is the ring on his hand that condenses people's anger. Destroying the ring will temporarily make him lose the power to control people's hearts and force him to retreat. Don't fight him head-on, understand? The most important thing is to come back alive."
"I know." Bai Haorui picked up the backpack placed in the corner and began to pack things in an orderly manner. Taomu sword, Five Emperor Coins, yellow talisman, cinnabar, compass, ink line and various healing He put all the medicines into his backpack. "I will finish the matter here as soon as possible and rush to meet Dean and Sam. I'm a little worried about their current state."
Bobby called him and took out a black cloth bag and a heavy iron ax from the drawer of the desk. "Inside this are the century-old lightning-strike jujube trees that I have collected during this period. They have been polished to the size of talisman paper.". I checked the information and found that the talisman drawn with it is much more powerful than the ordinary yellow talisman. And this one," he handed the iron ax to Bai Haorui, "This is made of meteorite iron. It should come in handy in critical moments."
Bai Haorui took the cloth bag and the iron axe, feeling the pure yang energy from the lightning-struck jujube wood and the sharp metal breath of the iron axe, and nodded. "Okay. When I come back, I will bring you Texas grilled chicken."