Thirteen is a special number that has different statuses in many cultures.

There were thirteen people on the table at the last supper, and then Jesus was betrayed by Judas; Persians would go out on the thirteenth day to avoid misfortune, because ancient Persians believed that the twelve zodiac signs would control the twelve months of a year. After the twelfth cycle of reincarnation, the sky and the earth would collapse, and the thirteenth represented chaos; Taoism used twelve as a reincarnation, and used thirteen to represent transcendence of reincarnation, meaning to jump out of the three realms and not be in the five elements; thirteen in Buddhism is also auspicious number, and thirteen Buddhist sects represent the perfect merit.

Salomon knew that his destiny was closely linked to the number Thirteen, and even the day he met Beyonetta was related to the number Thirteen. His choice of this number was entirely due to objective reasons and had practical significance in magic. The customization ritual was written and set by Salomon himself, and could direct energy to him rather than anything else.

In addition to him, he also needed two other people to perform the ceremony together, corresponding to three pillars. Ten particles plus three invisible particles, namely non-, infinite, and infinite light, to correspond to the holy marks, that is, his soul. Twenty-two days of corresponding twenty-two paths are required. The ceremony takes thirteen days from the beginning to the end. Only in this way can his soul return to the real world safely, and no more one day or less one day.

No matter how the Immortal City develops, it is difficult to play a role in this matter. It is his own adventure.

If Stephanie knew his plan, she would scream and scold him for his irresponsibility, and then repeatedly beg Salomon to throw a hydrogen bomb of at least 800,000 tons at Los Angeles. She didn't care how many people were going to die in Los Angeles, she only cared about whether her monarch was safe. Wu Guiyue, the temple guardian of Kamataj, also persuaded Salomon to choose ninety-nine ascetic monks during the ceremony, who could bear the price of the ceremony for Salomon. If their lives could be exchanged for Salomon's life, then they would be happy to contribute, and this is their mission.

Of course, these things are not important to him now.

Beyonetta asked Dinah to bring a pot of stewed beef, and she took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. Nothing is more important than family dinner. Even if the world is imminent, Salomon had to sit in a chair and finish the meal and go out to fight desperately. The beef sucked in brown sauce was stewed softly, and the carrots were extremely sweet. The witches held the red wine and talked softly about the fun things they encountered in the past, about the art salon with Athena, about the alcoholism with Samen Shaw and Ms. ROOT, and heard Samen Shaw say how many lives their small organization saved.

Beyonita has recovered her long hair, as dark as the gloomy raven wings. Joan of Arc also maintained her long hair, but her long hair was whiter and more dazzling than the snow-covered snow. The witches looked relaxed, as if the adventure Salomon was about to be carried out was no different from going out to sweep the snow. Tonight, they will hold a ceremony that inherited from the sacred ritual of Queen Sheba, an ancient ritual conducted with blood, sex and love. They will incorporate their feelings into the ceremony and dedicate themselves to Salomon to strengthen his strength.

So there are a lot of chili in this pot of beef stewed.

"Stop, Everitt!" Constantine lowered her head and barely squeezed into the door of the energy laboratory.

After hearing this name that few people mentioned, the Revenge Spirit stopped the movements in his hands, staring at the guards with its burning hollow eyes. Everit is an elves in Arab mythology. The elves are always bound to an object and controlled by them. The Revenge Spirit attached to Robbie Reyes is such an elves. The reason why Constantine called this name was to allow Robbie Reyes' consciousness to temporarily overwhelm the consciousness of the Revenge Spirit and to have basic logical judgment abilities.

This is the ancient knowledge he learned from his monarch before he performed his mission. Now the name of Everit and the meaning behind it have long been forgotten. This practice has worked. Although the Ghost Rider's palm wearing black leather gloves is still clutching the contaminated spirit body, he does not continue and burns it all with the Eye of Judgment.

Constantine made a gesture and used her finger to draw a sealed image in front of her.

"What the Fuck..." Leopold Fitz squeezed into the corner, frightened his legs, "Who are you!"

A translucent ghost was scary enough, but it was not that he had encountered similar situations. Then a fire-ridden skeleton broke in without saying a word, wearing a completely dissatisfied body, and it was obvious that it was the black motorcycle suit he snatched. Then there was a giant who was three meters tall and wearing gorgeous gold-colored armor. When S.H.E.D. sent Leopold Fitz to carry out the mission, he would never have thought that this simple recycling mission would have so many twists.

"My Lord needs that spirit." Constantine glanced at the translucent spirit. Even though he was blurred, he still recognized the identity of the spirit, one of the people who created this energy laboratory. The idiot was as if the guards were his savior when he heard this. "He knew the information his Lord wanted." Constantine said, "He could die after he said it."

"Fez! Hurry up and save me!" Mike patted the observation window vigorously. He was locked in the reactor that had been closed by the spirit. Although the reactor was not large in size, the heat generated by the re-operation was enough to vaporize him. Even if he was not dead, radiation disease would kill him. Now the reactor has some time to re-operate, and Mike needs Fez to release him quickly and terminate the reactor restart or meltdown.

The Ghost Rider touched his upper and lower teeth, and his head was tilted undeniably.

"I'll come now!" Fitz carefully pressed against the wall, bypassing the increasingly tense atmosphere between the Imperial Guard and the Ghost Knight. He tried his best to try to unscrew the switch at the feed port, but the switch seemed to be locked. Fitz kicked the door anxiously, but there was still no change. He became more and more anxious, and he felt his heart rate rise sharply, his hands and feet were cold, and his eardrums seemed to be drumming. Mike had to comfort Fitz, asking him not to worry and use his brain more.

"I am the one who is locked in it now, little monkey." He said, "Don't worry, you are the smartest of us, you can always come up with a solution."

"Not necessarily this time, Mike." Fitz said gritting his teeth, "You might die!"

"The machinery in this room also needs to be checked." Constantine's plain voice came out from the loudspeaker on the face grille. He walked straight forward and looked down at Leopold Fitz from a high point. "Please get out of here." Before Fitz agreed, Constantine pushed him away. The Guard activated the switch and inserted the long halberd with flashing light into the thick alloy door. The edge of the sharp blade contacting the metal became red and hot. Constantine cut the feed opening like cutting butter. Fitz grew his mouth in surprise, and Mike, who escaped from the predicament, looked at the Guard's weapons curiously.

"Stop the reactor melting," Constantine told Fitz, "or you might die."
Chapter completed!