Who Am I

Blood-red light blotted out the sun, and continuous afterimages flashed across the sky and the ground, leaving only a fleeting afterimage for a brief pause before disappearing again.

The collision of black and white energies creates shockwaves that push the air outwards, frequently generating vacuum zones.

With a deafening sonic boom, a fierce wind swept across the heavens and earth, causing the barrier to ripple continuously, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Russell raised his Holy Light Longsword high, swatting away Asmodeus, then retreated rapidly to the top of the barrier, changing its shape into a javelin, which he then hurled downwards.

Swift as lightning, like a shooting star!

The light emanated from his hand, showering down boundless holy power that illuminated the entire sky.

"What a waste of effort!"

Asmodeus sneered, flicking his Black Flame Greatsword. A bewitching crimson flower bloomed, blocking the Holy Spear. Instead of confronting it head-on, he cleverly altered the Holy Spear's trajectory.

Russell watched this scene unfold, and the suppressed golden light in his eyes suddenly spread out. The Holy Spear split into two, then into four, then into eight... In an instant, countless arrows of light rained down like stars falling from the sky.

The points of light at the tips of the arrows connect to form lines, and countless lines then form a plane, creating a vast expanse of white as far as the eye can see, an awe-inspiring sight...

The change came too quickly, completely unexpected by Asmodeus. By the time he realized it, there was nowhere to escape.

Boom! Boom! Rumble—

Light and shadow pierced through the barrier and fell onto the blood-red continent, spreading out in a carpet bombing. Clusters of bright white light appeared, and blood-red sand swept across the sky, with a deafening roar echoing endlessly.

The earth shook, the sky darkened, the River Styx flowed backward, and rows of demon castles collapsed one after another, leaving the blood-red world in ruins.

After the Holy Light invasion ended, the Crimson Purgatory was devastated. Asmodeus, his face frosty, drew upon the power of the world to repair his 'severely injured' body.

His torso, limbs, and even his head were severely damaged by the lightsaber, leaving his body riddled with holes and almost a mass of minced flesh.

This severe injury was only superficial; it wouldn't be fatal until his energy was depleted. However, the arm summoned by the sacrifice was different. It had been taken away by the contract and the laws, and once severed, it was severed. He could only use the blood of the River Styx to forge a replica, which was far inferior to the demon's body.

Before his mangled body was fully repaired, Asmodeus felt a chill run down his spine. He gripped the Black Flame Greatsword tightly with both hands, turned sharply, and slashed backward.

The Holy Light Longsword struck, and the two weapons with completely different attributes clashed. Asmodeus was prepared, but he was still forced to retreat by the surging power. His arm, made of blood, evaporated and melted away in an instant.

Sizzle!

Russell pressed his advantage, pressing down with both arms, and the blade sliced through Asmodeus's neck and out from under his abdomen, splitting him diagonally in two.

Thick blood oozed from the wound, Asmodeus's body suffered another 'severe injury'. Holy light clung to the wound, preventing it from healing quickly.

"Asshole..."

Asmodeus cursed under his breath as his two halves plummeted through the air and disappeared into a strange vortex of black mist.

Russell did not pursue rashly; his golden eyes swept across the area, gazing into the distance beyond the barrier.

The power of angels, especially the power of the four Archangel, felt amazing to be able to wield so freely. It's a pity that the experience was limited, so I could only have a taste of it.

The Angel's Power siphoned off from the Cross necklace could not last long, so Russell went all the way and burned it all to strengthen himself, which allowed him to suppress Asmodeus and gain a firm upper hand.

However, what Russell didn't know was that his ability to unleash Angel's Power came with Gabriel's tacit approval. Otherwise, like with the Cross necklace, he wouldn't even have been given a chance to be a backup plan.

Outside the holy light barrier, Asmodeus's face was grim. The mighty Demon King of Hell had actually been taught a lesson by an unknown nobody.

Admittedly, he was merely an avatar of will, and compared to the fully-fledged Demon King of Hell, his strength was negligible. But the Demon King also had his pride, and he disdained to use such an excuse. Hell's consistent approach was to retaliate when attacked, without any flimsy reasons.

Once the mangled body was repaired, blood spread across it, and an arm was reconstructed. Asmodeus waved his hand, unleashing a sea of blood that poured onto the barrier, using endless filth to wear down Russell's tortoise shell.

Backed by a summoning world, Asmodeus was essentially fighting on home turf, with inexhaustible energy. He said coldly, "Vile angel, I acknowledge your strength, but..."

But you're in the way!

Asmodeus was confident he could force Russell to become Fallen Angel, but he wasn't going to do it. As he had said before, he wouldn't feel right until he killed Russell.

Russell didn't care that the barrier was broken. After learning that the Crimson Purgatory belonged exclusively to Asmodeus, he was already thinking about how to maximize his profits.

First of all, one thing is certain: burning Gabriel's Angel's Power may be impressive for a while, but it will never be able to defeat Asmodeus.

Secondly, the Angel's Power in the Stigmata is a consumable, unlike Magic Power which is inexhaustible but can be replenished.

He couldn't take the Crimson Purgatory with him, but the pure Angel's Power within Asmodeus was different. It shared the same origin as the holy mark on the back of his hand. With careful planning, it would be equivalent to acquiring another Skill Card.

Thinking of this, Russell put on the official expression of a... Sin Buster, intending to provoke the other party. "There's nothing wrong with that. I am an angel, and you are a devil. It's destined that we will fight to the death."

"I didn't realize you had such courage!"

"It has nothing to do with courage. Since ancient times, evil has never prevailed over good. As a devil, your only fate is defeat and death."

"Hmph, that sounds nice..."

Asmodeus, realizing he had made a fool of himself, shut his mouth and said no more. His crimson energy surged out of his body recklessly, transforming into several threads that shot into the void.

Rumble!!

Large swaths of blinding red energy were drawn out from the void, centered on Asmodeus. The energy was like a pot of boiling water, with the pressure at the center suddenly increasing, churning and condensing into an energy field.

A massive energy sphere rose into the air, its field of influence distorting the world and shattering it into countless crystalline fragments, before surging toward Russell with overwhelming force.

Space froze, Russell's entire body stiffened, and he could only watch helplessly as the energy sphere engulfed him.

"Hahaha, arrogant bastard, when the army of Hell conquers Heaven, I will kill you again." Asmodeus felt a surge of satisfaction after killing Russell, his pent-up anger dissipated, and even the frustration of the destroyed Hell's Gate eased considerably.

This shows that he was truly disgusted!

Whoosh!

Asmodeus felt a sharp pain in his chest as a Black Flame Greatsword pierced through his chest. He turned his head in disbelief and saw a very familiar face.

His own face!

"Who... who are you?"

"I am Asmodeus! Now answer my questions: Who are you, and why can you summon my Crimson Purgatory?"

Asmodeus: "..."

Who I am?