Holy Light Cross

I will never regret it!

This statement put Russell under a lot of pressure. The powerful move he was about to unleash was not very friendly to dark creatures. If Lucian and the others had defected to the enemy, he wouldn't have felt any guilt about using it, but now... he had to find a way to save their lives, after all, one shouldn't be too reckless.

"System, use 'Skill Card: Stigmata'."

[Skill Card: Stigmata (Engraved with the purest Angel's Power)]

Once the Skill Card was used, Russell immediately understood how to use the move. A golden light shone on the back of his right hand, revealing a hollowed-out Cross tattoo that looked like a sharp sword.

The pure Angel's Power is inscribed in the tattoo, but it is not permanent. Once the Angel's Power is exhausted, the tattoo will disappear.

"I know you follow me to enter Heaven, but I can't help you with that, because entering Heaven depends on your own efforts..." Russell's first sentence made Lucian and the others' faces darken, but the second half of his sentence rekindled their confidence. "What we can give you is only the opportunity to escape your dark fate. A person cannot choose their birth, but whether they become great is up to them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lucian and the others felt their right hands burning hot, and a wisp of acrid smoke rose up. They fell to the ground and howled in pain.

Anna and Wicken quickly helped the Werewolf up and saw a Cross mark on the back of their hands. They were immediately filled with emotion and envy.

"My lord, this is..."

Russell chuckled and waved away the scattered raindrops, "I take back what I said before. This was indeed a test. Congratulations on passing it."

The water converged, forming a superimposed Cross in mid-air. Russell stepped onto the water and stood atop the Cross, his right hand, etched with stigmata, gripping the necklace tightly. "Gabriel, to the Left Hand of the Divine Throne, in charge of water among the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind. Is this fate?"

The Cross, about 100 meters high, is crystal clear, and the water curtain reflects the shimmering moonlight, like a jewel adorning the night.

Russell raised his hand and the Cross rose high. Directly in front of him, tens of thousands of hellish troops stopped in unison, and Asmodeus also cast a curious glance at them.

"The Cross... Father..."

Asmodeus blinked. "What is he doing? Does he really think that any Cross can exorcise demons?"

Amidst the black hellfire, Gabriel struggled to support himself, his hands gripping his longsword. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the Cross formed by flowing water, and the gold in his eyes instantly shone brightly. He parted his lips and began to chant incantations.

The Cross rose into the sky, and Russell looked down at the dark, swarming army of hell on the ground, facing the open Hell's Gate, his face cold.

"You are guilty!"

As the light shone forth, the Cross formed by flowing water burst forth with an astonishing brilliance. The light was holy and noble, sacred and inviolable, inspiring people to bow their heads in worship.

Light dispelled darkness, pressing outwards and causing Lucian and the others to realize they were doomed. At that moment, the Cross markings on the back of their hands drew in light, stripping away the darkness within them and instantly purifying them. One by one, they were bathed in holy light and knelt devoutly on the ground.

The hellish army on the other side was in trouble. The holy light made the dark creatures extremely uncomfortable, and they stretched out their arms to cover their eyes, letting out shrill cries of pain.

The Illumination Spell that came from Gandalf!

The old man is also an angel; his Illumination Spell is a natural counter to dark creatures, so he's making the best use of it.

As the dazzling light descended, countless terrified cries echoed throughout the world. As the light enveloped everything, the black mist crumbled upon contact, turning into ashes.

The camera zooms out, and the holy light, like an inverted white bowl, spreads its way out, leaving no place for any dark creatures to hide. They fall like Maze being harvested, their life force extinguished, leaving not even a corpse behind.

"Damn it, where did this priest come from, ruining my plans!" Asmodeus's smile vanished, his eyes flashing with cold, murderous intent.

Just as he was about to take action himself, Gabriel, amidst the black flames, suddenly shot into the sky, and endless radiance descended upon this world.

The necklace in Russell's hand erupted with immeasurable Angel's Power, its energy surging like never before. Divine Light flowed down his arm and poured wildly into the Cross beneath his feet.

The water collapsed and condensed into a pure Holy Light Cross. The gigantic Cross rose high and stood on the earth, corresponding to the Hell's Gate.

The Holy Light Cross blotted out the sky, making even the towering mountains seem like insignificant mounds in comparison. The terrifying light that erupted overshadowed the moon and stars, boundless and endless, overwhelming the darkness with its overwhelming force, swallowing countless legions and the gates of hell together.

Russell stood on the Cross, gripping the necklace tightly and remaining motionless. Upon discovering that the stigmata could absorb and store the Angel's Power within the necklace, his expression instantly changed.

It's inhuman to not keep some for yourself!

Although the energy transfer doesn't stay in his body for long, and he can only absorb a little bit each time it passes through, the sheer volume makes it all worthwhile, and the accumulated amount is quite considerable.

Gabriel stood in mid-air, seemingly sensing something. His lips twitched, and his expression became somewhat unnatural. He stopped muttering to himself, raised his hand, and clenched it in the air. The Cross necklace that Russell was wearing appeared in his palm.

Three Wings of Light unfurled from his back, causing Gabriel's aura to surge several levels before returning to calm, with only the gold in his eyes shining even brighter.

Having lost its energy source, the Holy Light Cross receded, the land overrun by monsters was cleared away, the spatial rifts of the Hell's Gate were purified by the Holy Light, and the gray-white area collapsed into a pile of wasteland.

"Gabriel!!"

Asmodeus, his face ashen, stood where the Hell's Gate had once stood, gritting his teeth and crushing the grayish-white stones.

A plan that had been meticulously laid out for 1,500 years, deliberately luring angels to walk right into a trap, only to have the enemy turn the tables and break the scheme—what's the difference between this and handing your face over to be slapped?

Thinking back to his previous smugness, Asmodeus felt a burning pain on his face. Gabriel's blank expression was clearly a silent contempt for him.

"Asmodeus, the Hell's Gate have closed. You have lost."

"No, I haven't lost yet!"

Asmodeus snorted coldly. The Hell's Gate could be rebuilt, and conquering the human world was not something to rush into; there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. But Gabriel's contemptuous expression was too infuriating, and he couldn't stand it.

A chilling aura suddenly erupted, and Asmodeus, shrouded in darkness, unleashed a terrifying energy from his eyes that sent shivers down one's spine. In an instant, mountains crumbled and the earth trembled violently.

Gabriel said no more, flapped his wings and charged toward Asmodeus, his longsword sweeping and slashing fiercely toward the devil's head.

It's understandable. After being severely beaten up, even though it was for the sake of the bigger picture, you have to regain your lost face. Angels are no exception in this regard.

On the edge of the battlefield, Russell gazed at a pair of wings on his back, lost in thought...

How did simply withholding a little energy turn him into a birdman?