War!
What mattered in war was having a just cause!
Any righteous army had to set out under a legitimate banner. Then it would conquer every enemy and win every battle.
This wasn't Lake being superstitious.
Lake himself was practically superstition incarnate, so this wasn't superstition. It was common sense!
Rip!
Lake easily tore the contract in his hand to pieces. In an instant, as far as the eye could see, the blue Earth seemed to shake the entire surrounding space.
Then came a boom.
The space returned to calm.
Had you noticed?
The corners of Lake's mouth lifted slightly. He looked at Hellboy and pointed at the Excalibur before him. "No matter what you saw, pull it out for me. Forget destroying Earth—not even an ant will die in this war. That's my word."
Hellboy grunted and stepped forward, gripping Excalibur with both hands.
The next second.
Hellboy's pupils contracted. He seemed to have seen something terrifying and couldn't help turning to look at Lake.
Lake said, "Worried you'll really become a pureblood demon? That's just Hell bluffing you. Besides, so what if this body becomes demonic? Once you pull out the sword, you can go to the Underworld and have it turn you into an angel. It'll even be a Fallen Angel. Hurry up."
He couldn't wait for Hell to hand over his sworn brother.
Hearing Lake's words, Hellboy seemed to think they made sense. That's right. I'm going to become an angel anyway. A Fallen Angel is still a kind of angel.
Do it.
This time, Hellboy didn't hesitate at all. As the metal plates sealing his right arm cracked layer by layer, and a sudden roar from Hell rang out—
Excalibur was instantly pulled free by Hellboy.
Boom!
Hellboy, with a pair of horns like a