A Contest with the Devil

Suddenly, Hellstorm's movements seemed to lock up. Carter's whip had coiled tightly around Hellstorm's thick neck like a nimble snake.

At the same time, Johnny's chain wrapped firmly around Hellstorm's waist like a massive steel python.

The two gritted their teeth and pulled with all their strength.

They could only barely hold Hellstorm in place, but that was enough to give Wes time to cast his spells.

"Sectumsempra!"

"Stupefy!"

"Incendio!"

A string of spells rang out like a barrage of gunfire, one after another.

Even forbidden Dark Magic was hurled at Hellstorm without the slightest hesitation.

While none of those spells dealt much damage on their own, put together, they were immensely insulting.

"@#@￥@￥@￥"

A stream of obscure Demonic Language and Blasphemous Language burst frantically from Hellstorm's mouth.

Wes had prepared for this long ago, so he was unaffected by the Demonic Language.

But Coulson, who was watching from afar, was hit hard.

His head spun, the scene before him blurred, and he gradually lost control of his body, beginning to tremble involuntarily.

Then he began muttering the same words as Hellstorm.

"Wake up, Coulson!"

"Coulson!!"

No matter how Nick Fury shouted himself hoarse through the earpiece, Coulson's body continued to shake, and an eerie blackness gradually surfaced in his eyes.

Seeing this, the Old Priest hurriedly grabbed Coulson's wrist, pressed the Cross in his hand against Coulson's forehead, and began chanting mysterious Scripture.

As the Scripture was recited, Coulson's body slowly stopped trembling.

Then the priest quickly opened the flask he carried, forced Coulson's mouth open, and poured the contents down his throat.

"Gulp~"

"Gulp~"

Coulson gradually regained consciousness, only to feel an agonizing pain in his stomach, as though countless ants were gnawing at it.

"Bleurgh~~"

He could not help vomiting, then continued to spew black liquid that gave off a pungent, foul stench.

"Ha~ Hah~ Ha~"

"What happened to me?"

Coulson gasped for breath as he wiped the grime from the corner of his mouth.

"You have been contaminated," the Old Priest said gravely.

"But I wasn't injured."

Coulson's face was full of confusion. He carefully checked his body, but found no wounds at all.

"The devil's language contaminates human souls and tempts people into falling."

The Old Priest explained patiently.

"Why are you all right, Father?" Coulson asked in confusion.

Using three fingers—his thumb, index finger, and middle finger—the Old Priest made the sign of the Cross from top to bottom and right to left across his chest, then said solemnly, "The Almighty Lord watches over me."

The Old Priest's explanation left Coulson deeply shaken, but he did not forget his mission. "Sir, the situation here is bad."

"Retreat. Staying there any longer is too dangerous for you," Nick Fury ordered decisively.

"Yes, sir." Coulson opened the briefcase he carried, and several small drones immediately floated into the air.

After doing all that, Coulson invited the Old Priest to leave with him.

But the Old Priest shook his head firmly. "I must witness the contract being lifted with my own eyes. It is my duty."

At this point, the battle among the four grew increasingly fierce.

Coulson left behind a single sentence: "Good luck!"

Then he drove away from the area at high speed.

In this intense battle, Wes's spells could only serve to restrain Hellstorm. Even the powerful Dark Magic could not inflict fatal injuries on him.

Wes regretted deeply that he had not mastered the "Patronus Charm."

"Damn it!" Carter and his horse were smashed to the ground by Hellstorm's overwhelming strength.

He struggled to rise, but Hellstorm heavily stomped on his chest, leaving him completely unable to move.

Johnny wrapped the iron chain tightly around his fist and threw a full-force punch, only for Hellstorm to catch it effortlessly with one hand.

Hellstorm twisted hard. With a sharp crack, Johnny's wrist was forcibly snapped.

Hellstorm kicked Carter ten meters away, then viciously slammed Johnny's head into the dirt.

Then Hellstorm straightened his collar and deliberately strode toward Wes with an air of elegance, like a haughty nobleman.

Wes hesitated no longer and activated the Magic Circle.

Blazing flames began to rise within the Magic Circle, yet Hellstorm strolled through them as if nothing had happened. The flames could not harm him in the slightest.

"The flames of hell are far hotter than your little spark."

Hellstorm raised his head, a trace of disdain on his face. "Wizard, is something wrong with your head? You're actually using flames against a Devil."

Wes ignored him and simply continued chanting with full focus.

Being ignored seemed to deal a massive blow to Hellstorm's pride. "Answer me, Wizard!!"

Thunder suddenly rumbled through the sky as lightning flickered.

Hellstorm looked at his hands in confusion. I don't think I possess authority over lightning?

The thunder grew louder and louder, while electric serpents danced wildly amid the dark clouds.

"Thunder Roar!!"

Wes raised his wand and swung it down fiercely.

"Crack!!"

A blinding bolt of lightning struck Hellstorm dead-on.

"Aah!!!"

Hellstorm let out a pained scream.

Then lightning bolt after lightning bolt struck Hellstorm without pause. He resisted with all his strength, but the overwhelming force of the lightning still left him in unbearable agony.

The thunder gradually faded, and the dark clouds slowly dispersed. The moon revealed its radiant face once more.

Moonlight spilled across the ground like a thin veil of silver.

Hellstorm was now covered in wounds, wisps of green smoke still rising from his body. He looked utterly miserable.

"Wizard!! I'll rip out your soul and torment it for ten thousand years!!"

Wes's magic power was nearly exhausted, and he panted heavily, but he still mocked without fear. "With a moron like you?"

"Roar!!" Hellstorm threw back his head and roared furiously.

He took a step forward, only to stumble and nearly fall.

Clearly, his injuries were severe.

Johnny and Carter stepped in front of him again.

"Whoa~" Carter mocked in an exaggerated tone. "Look who it is. A roasted prawn."

"Ke~ keh-keh~ kah~ kah." Johnny let out a strange laugh.

"How dare you insult me like this—insult the great Prince of Hell!!"

Hellstorm spread his hands in fury and opened his mouth wide.

Dozens of souls suddenly burst from the ground and gathered around him.

"Ha~ ha~ You didn't expect there to be undead here, did you? Once I absorb them and regain my strength..."

"Stop him!!" Wes shouted.

"Too late!!" Hellstorm grinned smugly and swallowed the undead in one gulp.

But before he could absorb their energy, the undead began to go berserk inside his body.

"What's going on? There's something wrong with these undead!"

Only then did Hellstorm realize it, but it was already too late.

The iron chain instantly bound Hellstorm, and Johnny stared fixedly at the undead. "Accept judgment!!"

The undead ignited. Dozens of undead rampaged through Hellstorm's body, carrying the Fire of Judgment to every part of him.

"Why?? I don't have a soul—what right do you have to judge me??"

Hellstorm screamed, his voice filled with despair.

"Moron, not having a soul doesn't mean you can't be burned by the Fire of Judgment."

Wes snarked, "Are you such an idiot that you don't even know that basic fact?"

"Damn~~~ Wizard~~" Hellstorm reached out, trying to grab Wes.

But just as he was about to touch Wes, he burned into ashes, and a gust of wind scattered him completely.