"Isn't she your companion?"
Gabriel saw the scene before him, his brain unable to process it for a moment.
Having lived for so many years, this was the first time he had seen someone use their own companion to threaten an enemy.
What kind of move is this?
"I've known her for less than a day, what kind of companion is that?"
Darian chuckled, then said viciously: "The Son of Satan is currently possessing her body. If I finish her off, the Son of Satan will have no vessel, and won't be able to descend into the World, right?"
"If you don't want her to die, then don't act rashly. You don't want your plan to fail, do you? Heh heh heh."
Darian let out a sinister, evil laugh, forming a stark contrast with Gabriel, who stood before him bathed in holy light and looking righteous.
Those who didn't know any better would think this was some villain holding a hostage to threaten the protagonist.
Gabriel frowned.
It had to be said, this move of Darian's really hit his weak spot.
If Angela died, the Son of Satan would lose a suitable vessel, and this descent ritual would naturally be called off.
He actually didn't suspect that Darian was bluffing.
Because this guy didn't look like he was acting at all; that malice was even thicker than a demon from Hell, so it wouldn't be strange for the other party to do anything.
Darian didn't act recklessly either.
His mission was to completely stop the Son of Satan from descending. Even if he really finished off Angela, it would only ruin this specific descent ritual.
Perhaps Gabriel and the Son of Satan had a backup vessel, or even a backup to the backup. They could just pick a lucky day and hold the descent ritual again, which wouldn't solve the problem at all.
Just as the two were at a stalemate, Constantine suddenly burst in.
In his hand, he held a rather cool-looking holy shotgun, made entirely of gold, with a barrel in the shape of a cross, assembled from eight different ancient artifacts, possessing lethal destructive power against demons.
It was nicknamed the Demon-Killer 3000.
As an exorcist who cultivated both physical and magic arts, Constantine was also proficient in American-style Iaijutsu exorcism. Wielding the Demon-Killer 3000, he had fought his way out of a siege of dozens of demons.
As a result, when he entered and saw the scene before him, he was instantly dumbfounded.
"Can someone explain what is going on right now?"
Before Constantine could figure out the situation, Gabriel suddenly flickered, kicked him to the ground, and then stepped directly on his face with his bare foot.
Gabriel looked coldly at Darian: "If you don't want him to die, don't move around."
Darian gave a disdainful smile: "I'm not familiar with this scum at all. Kill him if you want."
Hearing this, Constantine's eyes widened: "Are you even human! We are good friends who have lived and died together, how can you say such things!"
Darian looked disgusted: "Pah, who wants to live and die with a guy with late-stage lung cancer? You're cursing me to die early, aren't you."
Constantine cursed: "We are teammates, at least! Betraying teammates will send you to Hell."
Darian rolled his eyes: "The teammates you've betrayed in your life could probably circle the Earth, and yet you're still living just fine in the World."
Watching the two bickering as if no one else was there, Gabriel's brow twitched. Unable to bear it any longer, he interrupted: "Shut up! Put down the human in your hand, or I'll send this guy to Hell right now."
Darian sneered, his voice suddenly rising, and he said passionately: "You really underestimate Constantine. Do you think he's the type to fear death?"
"It's just going to Hell. For the sake of protecting the peace of the World, what does this little sacrifice matter to him!"
Constantine: "???"
So you're saying it's not you sacrificing yourself, right!?
Constantine gritted his teeth in anger and shouted at Gabriel: "I want to abandon the darkness and join the light—no, that's not right, abandon the light and join the darkness! Let me go quickly, and I'll help you kill this bastard!"
Gabriel: "..."
With two such weirdos in the World, it really would be better if it were destroyed.
"Good opportunity!"
Constantine keenly caught the moment Gabriel was distracted. His eyes lit up, and he immediately reached out and grabbed the bare foot Gabriel had on his face, with an expression like a pervert with some kind of fetish.
He quickly chanted a spell, and a thick black mist erupted from his body, winding up Gabriel's foot along his hands.
Gabriel frowned and kicked Constantine away.
Constantine slid several meters across the ground and was finally stopped when Darian stepped on his back.
Darian was a bit surprised: "What did you do?"
Constantine struggled to get up, chuckled, and looked proud: "A little black magic. It allows me to be covered in the filthiest aura of sin from Hell. This magic has no offensive power, but to an Angel, it's like a pile of human excrement. You know, Angels cherish their feathers most; they would absolutely refuse to touch even a speck of filth."
No wonder Gabriel reacted so strongly just now; it turns out he stepped on excrement.
Darian's mouth twitched: "It's really you, to think you could come up with a method like turning yourself into excrement."
"You flatter me, you flatter me."
Constantine was not ashamed but proud.
As long as he was disgusting enough, even Angels would fear him a little.
Darian looked at Gabriel and said arrogantly: "Now you don't have any hostages in your hand, do you."
Gabriel chuckled: "Neither do you."
"Hm?"
Darian felt something was wrong and looked down at Angela in his hand.
He saw that Angela had opened her eyes at some point. Her pupils had turned completely black, with not a trace of white to be found. Her mouth slowly split open, pulling into a grin so hideous it defied reason.
"This body is indeed very suitable for me."
Angela opened her mouth, but the voice that came out was completely unfamiliar and carried layers of eerie echoes.
[NPC: Mammon (Angela Dodson)]
[Affinity: ???]
[Evaluation: Son of Satan, Prince of Hell, a bit-part character who appeared for less than half a minute, an entrepreneurial second-generation demon.]
[Status: Possessing]
At this moment, Angela's body had been completely taken over by the Son of Satan.
The Son of Satan was named Mammon.
According to the records of the Old Testament, he was one of the seven great demon lords of Hell, representing greed among the Seven Deadly Sins, and in charge of all the money and wealth in the World.
But in the worldview of the DC Universe, Mammon's identity was redefined; he was the offspring of Satan and the legitimate heir to Hell.
However, this Prince of Hell was not satisfied with his father's approach of not interfering in the World. Just like the vast majority of rich second-generation heirs who are bored out of their minds, he planned to start his own business, invade the World, and establish a brand-new Hell kingdom of his own.
As he spoke, black energy surged around Mammon, and the features of a hellish monster began to appear on his body.
The originally delicate model became incomparably hideous. Dark red, crack-like patterns appeared on his skin, his mouth was full of fangs, bulges slowly rose on both sides of his forehead, and a pair of pitch-black curved horns broke through the skin. At the same time, his fingers became elongated, growing incredibly sharp claws.
The clothes on Mammon's back were violently torn apart, and two wide bat-like wings suddenly spread open. The wing membranes were dark red, with a row of bone-like sharp teeth along the edges, and he struck toward Darian with a sonic boom.
Darian was forced to let go and kicked Mammon in the butt, sending him flying.
Gabriel watched Mammon hurtling toward him and decisively stepped aside, letting Mammon fly past him and crash heavily into the ruins behind.
Mammon shook off the stones pressing down on him, stood up looking disheveled, and glared at Gabriel.
"Why didn't you catch me?"
Because you're dirty.
Gabriel answered silently in his heart.
As the Son of Satan, the aura of sin on Mammon was countless times stronger than Constantine's, as if he had been pickled in a cesspool for decades. How could Gabriel possibly reach out to catch him?
Gabriel was expressionless: "Your reaction was slow."
Mammon naturally didn't believe it: "Bullshit, I saw you dodge."
Gabriel felt that Mammon had probably stayed in Hell for too long and his brain was a bit scrambled. Was there any need to argue about such a thing?
He said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense. Let's deal with them first, and then I will assist you in completing the final descent."
"Fine."
Mammon nodded, deciding to put the dispute aside for now and get the real business done first.
"Buddy, I feel like the situation isn't looking good."
Constantine looked at Gabriel and Mammon standing side by side and couldn't help but swallow hard.
One was an Angel of Heaven, the other was the Son of Satan; either title alone could scare people to death.
And now these two had actually stood on the same front and were both pointing their spears at them. This treatment was truly unique.
Darian remained calm: "What are you afraid of? The current situation is just two against two; we aren't at a disadvantage in terms of numbers."
I'm just here to make up the numbers; I can't beat either of them.
Constantine was on the verge of tears: "What about in terms of strength?"
Darian grinned: "In terms of strength, I can beat them both by myself. Absolute advantage."
Constantine: "..."
Bro, you have to read the room when you're bragging.
Darian didn't explain further and decisively pulled out a tin can, opened the lid, and poured a glob of green stuff into his mouth.
[Item: Expired Spinach Can (After use, the user's attributes are greatly increased, and it comes with a special effect of immunity to death, lasting for a period of time. At this moment, you are Popeye the Sailor Man.)]
This was one of Darian's trump card items.
Facing the combined forces of Gabriel and Mammon, he didn't hesitate and brought this item out immediately.
As the last mouthful of spinach went down, Darian felt a continuous surge of surging power pouring out from within him. His muscles instantly tightened to the limit, and his various attributes soared at an incredibly terrifying speed, as if there were no upper limit.
He involuntarily raised his arms, and his two biceps bulged high like small hills, and a phantom of a sailor smoking a pipe faintly appeared on them.
"I am invincible!"
Darian couldn't help but let out a low shout.
Feeling the power surging within him, he felt that he could punch through anything that stood in his way.
Even punching Superman and stepping on General Zod was not a dream.
Darian raised his chin, his nostrils pointing at Gabriel and Mammon, his attitude arrogant: "You bird-man and ugly freak over there, I'm in a hurry, come at me together!"
Mammon's eyes flared with murderous intent: "You're courting death! How dare you call me a bird-man!"
Gabriel: "???"
"Gabriel, you don't need to do anything; leave this human to me."
Mammon had already thought he was arrogant enough, but he didn't expect Darian to be even more arrogant, looking as if he didn't put him and Gabriel in his eyes at all.
He's just a human, what right does he have to be so arrogant!?
Except for his father, Mammon hated people who were more arrogant than him the most.
Without waiting for Gabriel's response, black energy erupted from his body, and he lunged forward. The violent wind blew away everything around him, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Darian, his sharp claws grasping at Darian with a sonic boom, wanting to tear him to pieces on the spot.
"Well come!"
Darian didn't dodge, but instead met him head-on, raising his hand and throwing a punch.
Bang!!
His punch speed was ridiculously fast. Mammon could only see a blur and felt an irresistible force smash into his face. His entire face instantly caved in, and even his facial features were knocked out of place, flying straight out.
It was not an exaggeration; they were really knocked out!
Mammon's facial features hovered in mid-air for a full second, which was creepy enough to make one's scalp tingle.
The next moment, Mammon's body shot backward, and his detached facial features chased after him like magnets. Accompanied by the continuous sound of rumbling collapses, his whole person disappeared from sight.
Gabriel's pupils shrank slightly.
The power Darian was displaying right now was far stronger than before; it was completely not on the same level.
Could it be that this human had been hiding his strength all along?
He didn't have time to think too much. An Angel's light sword radiating blinding white light condensed in his hand, his four wings flapped violently, and he charged straight at Darian, covered in holy light.
Gabriel's light sword had extremely strong destructive power and could even easily destroy the universal warhammer.
If it were just a moment ago, Darian might have taken out a weapon to block.
But now?
Darian let out a low shout: "A mere weapon, how could it compare to my tempered flesh!"
He didn't hold any weapon, but directly clenched his fist and smashed it fiercely against the light sword.
The moment the fist and the light sword touched, the light sword was blasted into dots of light filling the sky without any resistance, dissipating in the air.
"What?"
Gabriel's pupils shrank abruptly, and then he heard a terrifying sonic boom attacking his face.
He immediately raised his arms to block in front of him, and at the same time condensed a holy light shield to wrap around his whole body.
Crack!
Accompanied by a crisp shattering sound, the holy light shield shattered in response.
Darian's fist, with its momentum undiminished, slammed heavily into Gabriel's arms.
Bang—!!
Gabriel flew backward at a speed faster than he had arrived, his body sliding across the ground, and a long trench was plowed into the ground by his back.
Before Gabriel could stop, Darian had already chased after him, hovering above him, reaching out to grab his neck, and pressing the back of his head into the ground to continue sliding.
His other hand wasn't idle either, punching Gabriel's face repeatedly, beating that high-class face into a pig's head.
"Enough! I am Gabriel, Archangel..."
Gabriel felt he had received unprecedented humiliation and finally couldn't help but roar angrily.
Who knew that as soon as he shouted, this word seemed to trigger some special mechanism; his ankle was firmly grabbed by a large hand.
"Watch closely, this move is specially used to deal with gods."
Darian grinned.
Before Gabriel could mobilize his power to struggle, he felt a dizzying spin strike him instantly.
Hell's Paradise Drop!
A series of muffled, drum-like impact sounds rang out.
Darian grabbed Gabriel's ankle and swung him in a half-circle in the air, smashing him left and right against the ground.
Every impact shook the entire ground, creating pits of varying depths on the ground, with gravel flying everywhere.
It wasn't until he had smashed him dozens of times that Darian threw Gabriel away.
Gabriel's body bounced on the ground a few times like a ball, finally landing in a deep pit, silent, his eyes devoid of light, his mouth emitting incomprehensible groans.
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