The Demon King Had Such a Nice Voice

Asmodeus's voice carried a hint of malevolence; though not loud, it traveled far, so much so that Russell, who was perched on the edge of the barrier, could hear it clearly.

"Asmodeus! You are guilty!"

Gabriel appeared, wielding Gabriel, hovering high in the sky. His voice was cold and emotionless, and he uttered the words "You are guilty" in a flat and unenthusiastic manner.

Russell thought to himself that it was not easy. Finally, he heard Gabriel speak. He had logged in several times and all he saw was a Deadman face. He thought that angels could not speak human language!

Asmodeus chuckled, rising up to be level with Gabriel, and said slowly, "Gabriel, we're old acquaintances, can you change your opening line? It's always 'You are guilty' and 'Accept the judgment of the Lord.' From the time we met until now, it's been the same two sentences over and over again. Don't you get tired of it? I'm tired of hearing it."

You are guilty!

"Ugh, my head hurts..."

In the pit, Russell nodded to himself, indeed feeling a headache coming on. No wonder people these days claim to believe in God, but secretly prefer to make deals with the devil. Compared to the ascetic-looking Gabriel, Asmodeus seemed more human, and his words were more pleasant.

Of course, Russell didn't dislike Gabriel, a serious guy. Maybe he was just pretending, and was essentially a repressed freak like a mini- Van Helsing, but so what? There's a saying: as long as you can pretend to be a good person your whole life, you are a good person.

In the sky, Gabriel and Asmodeus were incompatible and could not continue their conversation after only a few words. Although the devil was eloquent, he was helpless against the stubborn and expressionless angel.

If they can't keep up the conversation, they'll just start fighting. The two big shots went through the motions and launched attacks on each other at the same time.

Boom!!

Two afterimages flashed by, moving too fast for Russell, an onlooker, to see clearly before he was swept away by the hurricane and slammed against the barrier.

The light that assimilates all things covered Russell's entire body, but after touching the Cross necklace, it quickly retreated, as if it hadn't seen him at all.

Russell jumped down from the barrier with a look of lingering fear, and without saying a word used his life-saving technique... Digging Holes and burying himself inside.

High in the sky, Gabriel raised the Sword of Judgment. When Russell touched the barrier, his brow twitched imperceptibly. Then he lowered the sword, and a beam of holy light slashed down.

Asmodeus remained grinning, spreading his arms to rush towards the holy light. The dazzling light split the earth in two, and an invisible sword light spread out, causing a distant mountain peak to crack and collapse in an instant.

Asmodeus was sliced in two by the holy light, his body falling to either side and dissipating into black mist.

The King of Hell was killed by Archangel a single sword strike?

Of course not!

Gabriel knew it was impossible. His cold, golden eyes swept across the entire area, paused for a moment at the large pit where Russell lay, and then his longsword came down again, cleaving straight into the deep, dark cavity— the Hell's Gate!

The white light disappeared into the darkness. Compared to the endless abyss, this white light was so weak as to be insignificant. But after a moment, the situation was instantly reversed.

A point of white light burst forth with boundless power in the darkness, like the setting sun, its afterglow awe-inspiring and inviolable. The sphere of light expanded, occupying the entire Hell's Gate, the Heat Wave blazing, its temperature as high as the magma at the very core of the earth.

"Damn it!"

Russell silently climbed out of the pit, smelling the burnt flesh, and cursed inwardly that when gods fight, mortals suffer.

Even from a great distance, he could feel the terrifying destructive power that could destroy the world. Gabriel was constantly launching attacks that affected the entire map and wouldn't let him leave. It seemed like he wanted to purify him as well.

That's outrageous! Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall!

Russell secretly thought to himself that if Gabriel twice more, he would immediately use Asmodeus's Character Card and team up with the Great Demon King to kill him.

As for now... Russell said that a magnanimous person would not hold a grudge against a petty person and would give Gabriel another chance to prove himself.

As the last rays of the setting sun faded and its glorious, holy light dissipated, the black cavity vanished along with it, leaving only a crater several kilometers in diameter. The crater's sides were vertical, extending deep underground, its depth impossible to measure at a glance; only the scorching red river could be seen flowing upwards.

"Gabriel, don't waste your energy. The Hell's Gate have already been opened, and you alone... cannot close them." Asmodeus spoke softly, standing behind Gabriel.

The Demon King is the Demon King. If it were Russell, he would have stabbed the other side regardless of whether the attack succeeded or not. Even if he missed, he could still annoy the other side.

Gabriel slowly turned around, coldly raised the Sword of Judgment, and slashed it down at Asmodeus.

The light once again split Asmodeus in two, and he chuckled as he reformed, "Gabriel, no need to bluff. Your divine power has severely declined. You can fool others, but you can't fool me. Although we are all descending from our wills, and winning or losing is irrelevant, you are still an Archangel. It would be embarrassing to be beaten."

Gabriel remained expressionless, raising his hand and swinging his sword down again.

Asmodeus spread his hands, letting the holy light split him in two. "Don't be ungrateful, I'm saying this for your own good! I heard you've fallen out of favor with your master. How about it, consider becoming a demon king in Hell? If you're willing to fall, I can hand over my Divine Authority."

Upon hearing Gabriel, Gabriel froze, the longsword he was holding high in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Asmodeus got excited. Who was Gabriel? He was a high-ranking Seraphim, one of the four Archangel. The thought of him tempting Asmodeus to fall and become a demon king filled him with excitement.

"Gabriel, the opening of the Hell's Gate is inevitable. Facts are facts, and nothing you do can change them. I know you want to use this opportunity to win back God's favor, but there's no joy in serving others compared to ruling for yourself. You have the qualifications and the ability to become the new..."

Whoosh!

With a single sword strike, Asmodeus was cleaved in two. The astonishment on his face gradually turned into helplessness. Gabriel froze, not because he was tempted, but because he was gathering his strength for a powerful attack.

The sword strike did indeed wound Asmodeus. When he reappeared, a bloody gash appeared on his left cheek. The holy light clung to him like a leech, causing him to bleed profusely and preventing the wound from healing, leaving him looking rather disheveled.

"Gabriel, you are too blindly loyal! God favors mankind and places them above the angels, but it turns out that mankind is utterly worthless..." Asmodeus reached out and pulled a longsword forged from black flames from the void. "Why not learn from us? A third of the angels fought for dignity and defeated God in faith. Mankind is willing to become a slave and be driven by us. Satan is right."

"Blasphemy against God is a sin!"

"Fine, you're just an idiot..."

Asmodeus sighed, feeling utterly exhausted. He brandished his Black Flame Sword and instantly appeared in front of Gabriel. The moment the two swords clashed, he launched a flying kick at Gabriel's face.

Watching Gabriel fall like a meteor, Asmodeus sneered, "With this little power... can you even sound the horn of the apocalypse?"