Mammon Attacks!

Ignoring the system voice in his ear, Zhang Yang stared at the flickering figure within the gradually dimming holy white light.

She was a white girl dressed in a white nun's habit, with a head of golden hair and large eyes containing solemn, sacred golden pupils.

"God loves all people."

After murmuring those words, the girl's golden eyes turned toward Zhang Yang. "I am Saint Jia Li Gabriel, eldest daughter of the Archangel Gabriel. I have been ordered to retrieve the Spear of Destiny."

"Would you be willing to give me the Spear of Destiny so I may take it back to Heaven?"

This saintess named Jia Li seemed accustomed to being haughty. Although she phrased it as a question, it sounded more like an order, which was deeply unpleasant.

At the very least, Zhang Yang found it unpleasant.

Zhang Yang controlled his magic to form a giant hand and retrieved the Spear of Destiny. "This is my trophy."

"Give it to me, and you will gain the chance to enter Heaven after death."

Jia Li's beautiful brows furrowed slightly. "I can also personally preside over your funeral."

"Do you think..."

Zhang Yang found it hilarious. Pointing at himself, he said, "Could Heaven accommodate a Kamar-Taj sorcerer like me?"

"As for my funeral... if someone can kill me, I don't think I'll leave behind a corpse."

Zhang Yang spoke honestly. "So I won't trouble you to preside over it."

"Now, please leave."

Zhang Yang was not the sort of man who could not walk when he saw a beautiful woman. Although saintesses were... slurp... very tempting, her lofty attitude was incredibly unpleasant.

"..."

It seemed to be Jia Li's first time encountering a human who rejected her. Her golden eyes were filled with confusion, but she still left.

Only after she was gone did everyone truly lower their guard.

After all... whether it was Heaven or Hell, both were outsiders to the human world—invaders. One sought to fool people with faith, while the other sought to harvest their desires.

Neither was anything good.

"With the Spear of Destiny in hand, everything afterward will be simple."

Zhang Yang toyed with the broken spear that had pierced the Son of God, Jesus. "As long as we put it somewhere safe, Mammon will lose the barrier that lets him enter this world, and everything will be over."

"Where do you think we should put it?"

Zhang Yang looked questioningly at Harry and Mera. "Kamar-Taj, or one of the Sanctums?"

"The Sanctum."

Harry considered it. "Kamar-Taj only stores artifacts with immense power or considerable danger. Things like the Spear of Destiny are mostly displayed in the various Sanctums, ready to be used whenever needed."

"Then let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Yang opened a portal. "We're going to the Sanctum!"

"What about her?"

Mera looked at Angela. "This isn't completely over yet. She isn't fully safe."

"Who can contact John Constantine?"

Zhang Yang rubbed his temples. "See whether he has finished dealing with things. After all, this was his commission."

"I can't reach him!"

Harry had already been trying to contact John Constantine, but there was no response.

"Then..."

Zhang Yang had just begun to speak when he sensed that something was wrong.

It was noon. Outside, it should have been broad daylight, yet somehow darkness had fallen.

The streets outside were utterly silent, stripped of their usual bustle.

Through the window, Zhang Yang was shocked to discover that the world outside had somehow changed.

The towering buildings that had once stood there were now nothing but crumbling ruins.

The once bustling roads were now chaotic, and the vehicles had been corroded down to their frames.

The people who had once filled them had become frightened birds, fleeing in every direction.

Chasing them were cursed Carrion Fiends!

A faint scent of sulfur suddenly filled the air, confirming something for Zhang Yang.

Under the influence of some power, they had been pulled into the layer between the human world and Hell without realizing it!

More precisely, this was the other side of the human world—a hopeless realm contaminated by the demonic power of Hell.

"Welcome to my kingdom!"

A voice came from the distance. Zhang Yang and the others looked toward it, and a gaunt figure, little more than skin and bones, appeared before them.

"Mammon?"

Zhang Yang had seen scenes of Hell in the Cosmic Compendium, as well as the appearance of Lucifer's child—Mammon.

"It is I."

Though Mammon looked horrifying, he was surprisingly polite. Standing not far from Zhang Yang and the others, he gave an elegant bow before saying, "Let us make a deal, everyone."

"Give me the Spear of Destiny, and in return, I will permit you to leave my kingdom!"

"What do you say?"

Mammon's words seemed to carry a peculiar power. Other than Zhang Yang, the others actually began seriously considering the proposal.

"How about..."

Faint red glimmers appeared in Harry's eyes. Still hesitating, he turned to speak to Zhang Yang.

But what greeted him was a fist.

Zhang Yang's fist.

As a traditional sorcerer, how could Harry's physical constitution compare to Zhang Yang's? That single blow knocked him unconscious.

"You..."

Mera stared at Zhang Yang in horror, the red glow in her eyes intensifying. "Have you gone mad?"

Zhang Yang did not answer. He simply struck again, knocking Mera unconscious with a clean chop to the neck.

"I'll do it myself."

Angela, the only one remaining, watched the scene. Though her eyes had already been consumed by red light, she did not dare resist. She merely struck herself and knocked herself out.

Looking at his teammates sprawled across the ground, Zhang Yang cast a spell and erected ninety-nine barriers around them before finally raising his head to look at Mammon.

"What a pity."

Mammon's tone remained elegant. "I thought I would get to watch a good show, but I didn't expect you to act so decisively."

"Would you like to join my ranks? When I reign over the human world, you will stand above tens of thousands!"

Mammon's voice still held that peculiar power, constantly urging Zhang Yang to prostrate himself and join Mammon's ranks.

Useless!

The magic within Zhang Yang's body had already begun boiling. At this moment, his mental resistance had increased dramatically. He could withstand this level of temptation.

"You're Mammon, right?"

Zhang Yang mobilized his magic, and endless radiance of power gathered in his hands.

"?"

Mammon was extremely confident in his own power. Although the one appearing here was merely an incarnation possessing one-tenth of his strength, this was his kingdom, and he could receive the support of the entire plane!

Thus, rather than interrupt Zhang Yang's spellcasting, he watched with curiosity.

Zhang Yang looked at the arrogant Mammon and revealed a strange smile. "I wonder, have you ever heard a saying?"

Mammon tilted his head. "What saying?"

Namo Gatling Bodhisattva!

Six Pure Senses Depleted-Uranium Rounds!

Three Thousand Six Hundred Spins in One Breath!

Great Mercy, Great Compassion, Saving the World!