Gabriel raised his eyebrows, with a bit more genuine interest in his tone. "You're getting stronger fast enough, little guy. This time it's a bit interesting."
He didn't waste any more nonsense and snapped his fingers. The doctors and nurses around him who were performing their duties suddenly turned ferocious, their nails grew three inches, their eyes turned pure black, and they roared and rushed towards the three of them.
His plan was very clear: use the fantasy soldiers to consume Bai Haorui's physical strength and separate him from Winchester Brothers. The game must continue to be played, and this guy can't be messed up.
Bai Haorui frowned, flicked his left hand, and a dozen Evil-Suppressing Talisman flew out of his hand. The talisman automatically ignited in the air, turning into more than a dozen golden fires and exploding. Wherever the golden light touched, the monsters that rushed towards them did not even scream, and instantly turned into fly ash, leaving no residue.
But in the blink of an eye, Gabriel snapped his fingers again. Dean and Sam's eyes went dark, and they felt weightless, and they were instantly transported to the next world.
"Dean! Sam!"
Bai Haorui turned around and wanted to chase after him, but the illusion barrier that had re-closed stood in front of him like an iron wall, with a strong repelling force. He immediately put away his sword and sat down cross-legged, with his fingertips pressed between his eyebrows, Divine Sense followed the remaining auras of Dean and Sam.
He knew very well in his heart that the other party didn't want to kill people, but just wanted to play games. Since forcing the other party to break in would force the other party to constantly switch scenes, he would follow the rhythm of the game and protect the brothers while looking for opportunities to find the core of the illusion and break the situation in one fell swoop.
On the other side, Dean had just stood firm when he was stopped by an anxious patient.
Before he could speak, the other party suddenly took out his gun, pointed it at Dean's back and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, Dean groaned, staggered forward two steps, and fell heavily to the ground. The warm blood quickly soaked into the white coat, spreading a large dark red on the back.
"Dean!" Sam's face turned pale, and he immediately knelt down to help him. He put his hand on his back, and the warm and sticky blood stained his hand, and his heart instantly clenched. The nurses around him stood up. They gathered around, the beeps of the monitors rang harshly, Ellen Piccolo grabbed Sam's arm, his voice changed in such anxiety. "Do something! He's dying!"
"I don't know how to use these broken things!" Sam's hands were shaking. Looking at Dean's pale face, his mind quickly flashed through the emergency treatment methods he had read in the book.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, raised his head and said urgently to the nurse next to him, "Listen, I need a folding knife, some dental floss, a suture needle, and a bottle of alcohol. Right now!"
The rhythmic R&B background music sounded at the right time, and the scene was fast-forwarded like a montage in a TV series:
Sam used alcohol to disinfect the folding knife and suture needles, his fingertips were unbelievably steady, his brows were furrowed, and he was concentrating. The feeling of the rough needle thread passing through the flesh was unpleasant, but he didn't even shake his hands.
Dean bit the gauze, and the veins on his forehead popped out. The severe pain in his back made all his muscles tense, but he just didn't groan. He opened his eyes and stared at Sam's focused face without blinking, feeling hurt and proud in his heart - this boy has really grown up.
The wound had just been sutured, and before the thread could be cut, the surrounding scene suddenly shattered like glass. The two of them fell weightlessly, with the sound of howling wind in their ears.
The dazzling spotlight on the stage was suddenly turned down, making it difficult for people to open their eyes. The cheers from the audience were deafening, almost breaking the roof.
Sam and Dean each stood on a raised circular platform, with their feet firmly fixed in hard ski boots and unable to move.
There is a red button the size of a palm in front of him, and a metal pole stands in front of the table, with a rubber ball the size of a fist at the top, which is exactly facing the person's lower abdomen three inches below.
The host in a bright silver suit stood in the center of the stage, with his hair slicked back and an exaggerated smile on his face. He babbled a lot of Japanese. Finally, he switched to stiff English and announced loudly, "Let's play - "Nutcracker"!"
The cheers from the audience got louder. Dean and Sam looked at each other, both seeing confusion and something bad in each other's eyes.
The host pulled out a card and read out the name with a smile, "Sam·Winchester."
Followed by another string of Japanese words: You chose that devil and gave up your biological brother. What is her name? Countdown begins!
"What?" Sam was completely confused, looking at the rapidly jumping countdown numbers on the screen, "What should I say? I can't understand Japanese!"
"How do I know!" Dean also panicked. His feet were fixed and he couldn't move. He could only worry on the table, "Just say anything!!"
Sam waved his hands to the audience and tried to communicate. "I, I don't understand Japanese! Can you wait a moment!"
The host just smiled and shook his head and repeated the question again. The countdown numbers jumped faster and faster, jumping from ten to one in just a few seconds. Sam was still confused, and the numbers suddenly returned to zero.
The host smiled and shouted the answer, "Ruby!"
Before Sam could react, the metal pole in front of him suddenly bounced up, and the rubber ball at the top hit him firmly in the crotch.
"Uh--"
Sam groaned, and instantly bent over in pain. His face was as white as paper, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He even stopped breathing. Emotions of pain, shame, and anger surged up. He gritted his teeth and couldn't stand up for a long time.
"Sam?" Dean was so frightened that he leaned forward, but his feet did not move at all. His heart was panicking, and he was also a little physiologically frightened. "Are you okay? Can you stand up?"
Sam was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He could only raise his eyes and glare at him, cold sweat dripping down his jawline.
At this time, the lights at the side door of the stage suddenly flashed, and the door slowly slid open. Castiel stood at the door, still wearing his iconic khaki windbreaker, with a frown on his face and a look of confusion on his face.
The audience immediately burst into even more enthusiastic cheers, as if they were seeing a special guest.
"Cass?" Dean was surprised and happy.
"Is this a trap again?" Sam immediately became vigilant and stood up despite the pain.
"It's me." Castiel walked in and looked at the two people on the stage with a puzzled look on his face, "What are you doing here? I sensed your energy and have been looking for you for several days."
"Get us out of here quickly!" Sam said urgently.
Castiel nodded and raised his hand to touch their foreheads. As soon as his fingertips touched their skin, his body suddenly turned into a piece of snowflake static electricity, which sizzled twice and instantly dissipated in the air, leaving no trace behind.
"Cass?" Dean shouted, but no one responded.
The host walked back to the center of the stage with a smile and shook his finger proudly, "No, no, no, Mr. Prankster doesn't like having beautiful angels come to cause trouble. This is a game just for you."
Dean's heart suddenly sank - he could easily break up the entity of Castiel. This guy's power was much stronger than he expected, and it was beyond what ordinary prank elves could do. What on earth is this guy?
The host pulled out another card and read with a smile, "Dean·Winchester."
Then the question was read out, and subtitles popped up on the electronic screen simultaneously: If your brother had never been born, would your parents still be alive? The countdown begins!
The numbers started to jump rapidly. Dean panicked and turned to look at Sam: "What should I do? I don't want to get hit in the crotch!!"
"I know, listen!" Sam endured the pain and said urgently, "Just now in "Dr. Sexy", I played the role of a doctor, and it would be fine if I did the surgery - we just need to play our roles well! This is a game show, you answer the questions!"
"In Japanese? I don't know Japanese!" Dean watched the countdown getting shorter and shorter, with his heart in his throat.
"Try it! You can do it blindly!" Sam shouted.
Dean gritted his teeth, and at the last second before the countdown ended, he slammed the red button and casually muttered the only Japanese he knew, "flax fall".
The audience suddenly fell silent. The host paused for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hands and cheered loudly: "Dean·Winchester--"Nutcracker" champion!"
The audience burst into applause, and the ski boots that fixed the feet popped up automatically. Dean himself was stunned. He turned to look at Sam, his eyes full of disbelief. "How did I do it? What did I just say?"
"I don't know either." Sam also breathed a sigh of relief, holding his waist and slowly moved over, "But the rules are very clear - play our roles well and follow the game, and we will not be punished."
Dean Just nodded, the stage ceiling suddenly cracked with a golden light.
The gravel fell with crackling sounds, and the cheers of the audience stopped abruptly.
Bai Haorui descended from the sky with a sword, and the mahogany sword took the purple-gold True Fire and thrust it hard into the stage floor.
"Buzz--"
True Gang spread along the sword body, and a ten-meter-diameter Eight Trigrams Soul-Suppressing Formation instantly appeared on the ground. The golden runes flowed along the Bagua direction, and five Five Emperor Coins were suspended at the eye of the formation, locking the illusion of the entire studio.
He just wants to use the formation to lock in the energy of this illusion, preventing Gabriel from switching scenes at will, and at the same time, he wants to stabilize his position and face the opponent in a head-on showdown.
Gabriel slowly stood up from the first row of the auditorium and clapped his hands. The smile on his face faded, with a hint of obvious impatience. "The ghost is lingering, little guy. Why do you keep meddling in my games?"
"Let them go." Bai Haorui said coldly. The peach wood sword was still stuck in the formation. He quietly squeezed Five Emperor Coins with his left hand and held the sword handle even tighter with his right hand.
He was calm on the surface, but he was making quick calculations in his mind: The other party would definitely be a bit weak in a head-on fight, but in the illusion his power would be dispersed throughout the scene. As long as he entangled him and let Dean and Sam find a way, he could break the situation.
"The game is only halfway through, how can there be any reason to quit midway?" Gabriel sneered and snapped his fingers.
All the ejection mechanisms on the stage were activated at the same time, and countless iron balls were smashed towards Bai Haorui from all directions with the sound of whistling wind. The iron balls were each as big as a fist, and their speed was as fast as bullets. They were densely packed, with a whistling sound, and there was no way to avoid it. He wanted to see how far this little guy had grown.
Bai Haorui made a mistake in his steps and stepped up to Seven Star Steps. His figure was erratic from side to side like a ghost, with the afterimages of the black combat uniforms forming a line in the air, narrowly avoiding the iron balls coming from the front. At the same time, he pulled out a blossoming sword flower from the mahogany sword in his right hand, and streaks of purple-gold sword energy shot out of the air, accurately striking the flying iron balls.
"Clang clang clang!"
The sound of metal shattering was heard one after another, and all the iron balls were chopped into pieces. The scattered debris hit the formation barrier and splashed with golden light.
Just after one move, Bai Haorui flicked his fingertips, and three Pure Yang True Fire flew out from his fingertips, heading straight for the upper, middle, and lower directions of Gabriel in a glyph shape. The flames stretched in the air and turned into three tongues of fire, with the heat of burning the soul. The purpose of this blow was very clear: to suppress the enemy at close range, forcing the opponent to block, leaving no time to control the illusion to switch scenes.
Gabriel's face darkened, and he raised his hand to condense a milky-white holy light blade. The holy light blade struck True Fire, and exploded with a "boom" sound.
The airwaves surged in all directions, and the plastic seats in the auditorium were thrown up by the airwaves, smashing against the wall and shattering into pieces. The stage set was caught by the aftermath of True Fire, and instantly burst into flames.
Gabriel was secretly shocked: This guy's flame can actually melt his holy light now? He didn't have this ability last time.
Taking advantage of the moment when Gabriel was distracted, Bai Haorui quickly formed the "formation" seal with his left hand, his fingers changed, and he chanted Soul-Locking Spell in a steady and powerful voice. "Xuanzong of heaven and earth, Wan Qi's root. The five emperors will welcome, and all gods will pay tribute. Lock!"
"Buzz!"
Eight Trigrams Soul-Suppressing Formation shrank in an instant, and eight golden talismans flew out from the eight directions of the formation eye. As if they came alive, they instantly wrapped around Gabriel's limbs and torso. The talisman was engraved with runes and inlaid with the shadow of Five Emperor Coins. The runes kept flashing and making a sizzling sound, burning his angelic energy body.
This is the back-up prepared by Bai Haorui in advance - Soul-Locking Formation blessed with Five Emperor Coins, which specializes in confining spirit bodies and energy bodies. Even an archangel can be trapped for more than ten seconds, which is enough for him to do many things.
Gabriel looked down at the talisman on his body, and there was a burning tingling sensation where the talisman touched his skin. He sneered, with a hint of appreciation in his tone. "It's something, but it's not enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling white holy light erupted around him. The bright light was like the sun exploding, blinding people.
"Click--click--"
The golden talisman chain that imprisoned him was broken inch by inch, shattered into bits of golden light, and dissipated in the air. Gabriel waved his backhand, and a thick energy wave hit Bai Haorui's chest hard.
"Bang!"
Bai Haorui flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the formation barrier hard. He twisted in the air and lost most of his strength. After landing, he still took three steps back before standing still.
"Well..."
He groaned, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Qi and blood surged in his chest, and his meridians sent bursts of pain. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood.
The Archangel's strength is indeed well-deserved. But... he can still fight. The True Gang in the Dantian started to move again, and Pure Yang True Fire climbed onto the sword body again.
Gabriel became completely impatient, frowned and waved his hand. "The game is not over yet, don't be in a hurry to end it. You three, go to the next level and wait patiently!"
He snapped his fingers, and the entire studio began to collapse violently. Huge gaps opened in the ground, the ceiling fell down, and everything around him was shattering and melting.
A feeling of weightlessness came, and the three of them fell down at the same time. Bai Haorui quickly reached out during the fall, grabbed the wrists of Dean and Sam, and protected the two in his arms. True Gang in the Dantian was all mobilized, forming a thick purple-gold shield around the body, firmly protecting the three people inside.
There was only one thought in his mind: these two boys must not be harmed.
"Bang!"
The three of them fell heavily on the basketball court, and the smell of rubber on the plastic floor hit their faces. The warm wind blew by, the sun was dazzling, and there were a few white clouds floating in the blue sky. It was a rare good weather.
Sam sat up with his hands on the ground and looked at the inexplicably extra box of "Herpexia" ointment in his hand. His face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Dean had just gotten up when he heard his own voice in the air. The tablet's monotonous voiceover read, "Patients must consult a physician before taking it. Possible side effects include headache, diarrhea, permanent erectile dysfunction, suicidal tendencies, and nausea."
Dean:"..."
He lowered his head and saw that he was holding a box of the same ointment in his hand, and there was a billboard next to it, with a picture of him and Sam printed on it, and the words "Get rid of herpes, regain confidence."
Bai Haorui fell next to it, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He took out a Filth-Cleansing Talisman from his backpack and handed it to Sam: "Haha, wipe it quickly to get rid of bad luck."
Sam took the talisman paper speechlessly, wiped it on his hands, and scolded the prankster eight hundred times in his heart.
He read out the entire advertisement, and just after saying the last sentence "This is a good thing", the voice-over in the air suddenly changed and a familiar narration sounded, "Welcome back to "Supernatural"--"
The scene suddenly changed.
Canned laughter sounded, and warm yellow soft light shone in the warmly decorated apartment setting.
Floral sofas, wooden coffee tables, old-fashioned TV sets, and the brisk piano opening music playing in the background are full of a retro sitcom family atmosphere.
Sam and Dean were sitting on the sofa. They both lowered their voices and had no smiles on their faces.
"How long are we going to be like this?" Sam frowned and glanced at the laughter track that appeared out of thin air next to him, his face speechless.
"I don't know." Dean sounded irritated and crossed his arms, "That bastard is addicted to playing."
There was an untimely burst of canned laughter from the audience. Sam rolled his eyes speechlessly and looked in the direction of the auditorium. "We might die here."
The laughter started again, and Dean rolled his eyes even more. "What's so funny about this, they're just a bunch of guys gloating about their misfortune."
Bai Haorui stood by the window, with his back to the two of them. His Divine Sense was spread out like a big net, searching for the energy core of the entire illusion. The Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips was slightly hot, guiding the direction of the energy center.
He could clearly sense that the center of this illusion was a condensed energy body in the control room backstage. As long as the core was broken, he could escape from the entire TV world.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to tell Dean and Sam about his findings, he suddenly heard the sound of heavy objects falling from outside the door.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, Castiel fell in from the outside and hit the coffee table in the living room hard. The wooden coffee table fell apart instantly, and splinters of wood were scattered everywhere.
Castiel stood up slowly with support on his body, his mouth was bleeding, his windbreaker was torn in several places, his hair was messy, and he was breathing rapidly. He obviously broke in forcefully and wasted a lot of energy.
"Cass!" The three people immediately stood up and gathered around.
"I don't have much time." Castiel coughed and coughed up some blood foam, with serious eyes, "Listen, something is wrong. This thing's power far exceeds that of ordinary prank elves. He is not an elf, he is--"
Before he finished speaking, applause suddenly came from the entrance to the set.
The prankster walked in with a smile, clapping his hands as he walked, as if watching a wonderful performance. The canned laughter in the audience stopped instantly, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down.
He walked up to Castiel, smiled and said hello, and his tone was as familiar as if he had known her for a long time. "Hi, Castiel. It's been a long time."
"Do you know him?" Dean suddenly turned his head and looked at Castiel.
Gabriel didn't wait for Cass to answer, and waved his hand casually. Castiel was thrown out like a rag doll, hit the wall hard, slid down the wall, closed his eyes and stopped moving.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Sam clenched his fists, eyes burning.
"Relax, he won't die." Gabriel shrugged, his tone casual, "Probably."
Untimely canned laughter rang out from the audience again, and Dean completely lost his patience. He took a step forward and stared at Gabriel: "I've had enough of these monkey tricks. We understand, play your role, right? This is your game?"
"This is only half." Gabriel stopped laughing and his tone became colder, "The other half is - in the real world, play your role well."
"What do you mean?" Dean frowned.
"You know." Gabriel glanced at the two of them with a slightly impatient tone, "Sam, act as the container of Lucifer; Dean, act as the container of Michael. Your celebrity death showdown, play your roles well. Get this done quickly and end it as soon as possible."
"You want us to say yes to those bastards?" Dean's tone was full of disbelief, "If we do that, Apocalypse will completely explode and the world will be over! Billions of people will die!"
"Really? Whose fault is that?" Gabriel's tone suddenly became cold, and he took a step forward, "Who released Lucifer from the cage? Ah? Listen, things have already started, and you started it. It can't stop, so it's better to just end it as soon as possible. The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain."
"Whose side are you on? Heaven or Hell?" Dean stared at him and asked in a deep voice.
"I'm not taking any side."
"Really? That's nice to say." Dean sneered, with a sarcastic tone, "I see you're either hugging Michael's thigh or Lucifer's. Which one is it? Are you sent by Heaven to force us to submit?"
This sentence is like poking a hornet's nest.
Gabriel's face instantly darkened, and the air pressure around him suddenly dropped. He took a step forward, stared at Dean, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "Listen up, you arrogant bastard. I won't work for those bastards. Believe it or not."
Bai Haorui immediately took a step forward and stood in front of Dean. The mahogany sword lay across his chest, and the purple-gold Pure Yang True Gang ignited again, beating around the sword body.
He could clearly feel the emotions surging in the other person's body - anger, pain, exhaustion, and unconcealable sadness. Those were emotions that had been accumulated for thousands of years, like a sleeping volcano, and at this moment, the explosive point was struck by Dean's words.