"Yes, that's the one." Castiel said, "Raphael wants everything to get back on track and proceed Apocalypse as planned."
"Why? It's all over!"
"He is a traditionalist." Castiel said in a very soft voice, "In his eyes, fate is fate and cannot be changed. If you ruin Apocalypse, you will ruin God's plan."
"Why didn't you tell us earlier?" Dean said in a somewhat aggressive tone.
Castiel turned away, looked at the glass shards on the ground, and said in a very soft voice, "I feel ashamed. I have too high expectations for my fellow tribesmen. I'm sorry."
He paused, stretched out his hand and looked at Dean and Sam: "Now, I need your blood. It will be used for tracking rituals to locate Balthazar."
"Wow, what are you doing!" Dean hid behind,
"Bleeding again? What was done last time has not been replaced yet."
"You can't use mine, I'm not human. Human blood resonates with soul marks."
"No need."
Bai Haorui spoke. He took out a Five Emperor Coins and lightly touched the copper coin with his fingertips. A faint golden light flashed on the surface of the copper coin.
"Use this. It's immersed in the breath of the holy object, and it can trace the holy power from the same source. It's more accurate than your blood ritual, and there's no need to bleed."
He threw the copper coin to Dean. Dean quickly caught it. The copper coin was warm, with a bit of metallic coolness, and felt comfortable in his hand.
"Take it and go east. Stop when the copper coin becomes hot." Bai Haorui said, "Balthazar's holy power is very strong and the copper coin can sense it."
The three of them helped Darryl, who had fainted, back to the sofa to lie down, and left a note for Aaron, saying that the mark was gone and no one would come to trouble him again, so he should not worry.
After doing this, he turned around and left Birch's house.
The night outside the courtyard has completely darkened, and the wind is blowing weed shavings and hitting my face, making it feel cool.
Dean clutched the Five Emperor Coins and walked first to the parking place. "The east side, right? OK, let's see where this angel is hiding."
Bai Haorui followed behind without saying anything. The soul searching and fighting skills just consumed a lot of energy, and now True Gang is silently operating the breath adjustment.
Impala's engine started at night, its headlights pierced the darkness, and it drove along the road to the east of the town. The further east it became, the more remote it became, and there were fewer and fewer houses on the roadside, until finally only patches of woods remained.
After driving for about twenty minutes, the copper coins in Dean's hand gradually became hot.
"It's hot." Dean slowed down, "It's right in front."
Deep in the woods, you can vaguely see the shadow of a single-family villa, hidden behind the trees, with only the roof exposed.
Bai Haorui opened his eyes and glanced at the villa. "You guys wait for me here. I'll set up a formation first to prevent him from running away."
After saying that, he opened the car door and disappeared into the night in a flash.
He walked around the villa, selected five directions, and buried Five Emperor Coins into the ground respectively. The copper coins were wrapped in the soil, and the aura of the earth veins slowly spread along the copper coins, forming a larger Five Elements Confinement Array, covering the entire villa. As soon as the array was activated, the people inside, even if they were angels, could not easily teleport out.
After setting up the formation and returning to the roadside, he gestured to the two people in the car.
"Cass, you go in first." Bai Haorui said,
"You're familiar with him, so hold him back first. We'll take care of him outside, and we'll go in if necessary."
Castiel nodded, without saying anything else, and teleported into the villa.
Dean and Sam got out of the car and hid behind a tree, staring at the movement in the villa. Bai Haorui stood nearby with his eyes closed, sensing the fluctuations of the holy power in the villa.
Inside the villa, there is another scene.
It looks like an inconspicuous single-family house from the outside, but inside it is filled with all kinds of strange and weird collections.
The bookshelf directly opposite the door reaches to the ceiling and is filled with ancient leather-bound books from the Middle Ages, the spines of which are polished to a shiny finish. Oriental blue and white porcelain is placed on the ancient shelf in the corner, as well as a few unknown animal bones, with the strange inscription Bones on them. There are strange runes; there are several rusty ancient swords hanging on the wall, and various Heaven artifacts that shine with a faint glimmer of holy power - holy water bottles, fragments of angel wings, broken scepter heads, all piled together in a mess.
It's luxurious and messy, with a sense of absurdity and ecstasy. The air is mixed with the aroma of whiskey, cigar smoke, and a touch of holy power. It smells very strange.
The Persian carpet was spread crookedly on the floor, with a few empty wine glasses and a half-drunk bottle of whiskey scattered around.
Balthazar is holding a crystal wine glass and leaning on the handrail of the stairs.
He looked like a typical white angel, with his blond hair hanging slightly messily on his forehead. He was wearing a black shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the gold watch on his wrist. He had a carefree smile on his face, as if he had expected Castiel to come.
"Cass. You're here." He took a sip of wine, and the wine rippled in the crystal glass. His tone was as familiar as meeting an old friend.
"Balthazar." Castiel looked at him with a complicated tone, "I'm so glad to see you again. I thought you were dead."
Balthazar raised his eyebrows and walked down the stairs with a smile, his leather shoes making no sound on the carpet.
"The two of us should fly together." Balthazar shrugged and suddenly made a joke, "You know, the old joke is like sticking it in your throat. Even I think this joke is bad."
Castiel didn't smile.
He looked at his old friend in front of him and couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, "I was deeply saddened by your death."
"Yes, yes." Balthazar waved his hands with an indifferent expression, "I'm sorry, I deliberately made them think I was dead. This way they won't come to trouble me, and I can live my life with peace of mind."
"What are these?" Castiel glanced at the collections in the room, frowning tightly, "What on earth are you doing? Steal Heaven's weapons and hide here to collect them?"
"You can do whatever you want." Balthazar opened his arms and smiled wildly, "I called a dozen this morning... How do you say 'twelve' in French? Forget it, it's not important. In short, you should try the feeling of freedom, Cass."
"You stole Staff of Moses." Castiel interrupted him, not wanting to talk about useless things.
"Yes, yes, I stole a lot of things." Balthazar admitted nonchalantly, "Staff of Moses, there are many others."
"You were an excellent and upright warrior. We fought side by side and went through life and death countless times. I know you, you are not an ordinary thief." Castiel looked at him, with a bit of pain in his tone, "Why did you do this?"
"Ordinary? No." Balthazar sneered, "A thief... forget it. After all, he stole half of the good stuff in Heaven's armory."
"I need your help." Castiel took a deep breath, "Heaven is in the civil war. I need those weapons to fight against Raphael."
"I know, I've heard everything about you." Balthazar patted his shoulder, his tone was very sincere, "In my opinion, Cass, nothing has changed between you and me. We are brothers. Of course I am willing to help you."
Castiel breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you. Where is the weapon? Take me to see it."
The smile on Balthazar's face faded, he took half a step back and shook his head. "Don't ask this."
"What do you mean?" Castiel was stunned.
"Why did you steal the weapon? Why did you run away?"
"Because I can." Balthazar raised his eyebrows, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "What? This is all thanks to you, Cass. It was you who took the first step. You ruined that big plan, that fateful boxing match. You were more than just rebelling, you tore up the entire script and burned all the pages."
He opened his arms and looked around the room full of collections. "The new era is here, Cass. There are no rules, no destiny, only complete freedom, brother."
"So this is what you use your freedom to do? Steal things, buy human souls, and live in a state of intoxication?" Castiel said with disappointment in his tone, "This makes no sense at all."
"Of course it makes sense - carpe diem." Balthazar sneered, "Dad is not coming back. God has long since disappeared. Why are you still observing those broken rules? You might as well smoke some cocaine and dance in bed with a human woman. You proved to me that we can do anything, so I will try everything."
"This is not freedom at all."
"Otherwise?" Balthazar spread his hands, "Like you, running around trying to put the broken rules back together? Don't be stupid Cass, if it's broken, it's broken."
"There's a civil war going on up there!" Castiel interrupted him, raising his voice a little louder, "As long as we defeat Raphael, all of this will be over. Give me the weapons, and we'll end the war together."
Balthazar burst out laughing, laughing so hard that tears almost came out.
"Haha, do you know what's the funniest thing about you?" He finally stopped laughing and looked at Castiel, "You really think you can stop the war. It will never stop. Take my advice, grab something valuable, pretend to be dead and run away. The war has nothing to do with us."
"You're crazy." Castiel's face darkened.
"Your little vacation should be over." Castiel, "Raphael must have known that you are still alive by now. He will come to you soon."
"Oh, Raphael come and try if you want." Balthazar pointed nonchalantly at the weapons in the room, "I have weapons. If he dares to come, I will let him come back."
He paused and patted Castiel on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, Cass. If nothing else, I'm really, really happy to see you. Although you are still so rigid."
At this time, the air suddenly became heavy.
It was like a huge boulder was pressing down on the roof, the floor began to shake slightly, the collections on the wall shook one after another, and several porcelain bottles on the shelves fell and smashed to pieces.
Balthazar's face changed, he listened carefully, and his expression instantly became serious. "Did you bring it on? Okay, then I should get out of the way. Tell Raphael for me, let him stay where he can to cool off."
He patted Castiel on the shoulder, and just about to activate the Holy Power to teleport, he found that the surrounding space seemed to be solidified, and the Holy Power was stagnant, unable to move at all.
"Huh?" Balthazar was stunned for a moment, then tried again but it still didn't work, and frowned, "What's going on? The space is locked?"
The door was pushed open with a "squeak" sound.
A black male walked in.
He was very tall, wearing a well-tailored black suit with a tightly tied collar. His face was stern, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
The holy power around him was almost condensed into substance, like a layer of faint white light, and the floor shook slightly with every step he took.
It is the container of Raphael - the will of the archangel that has descended on the human body.