I Swear by My Angelic Rank

"This is impossible! Even the purest light will be tainted by the corruption of corrupted energy. It is impossible for it to remain unharmed. Who exactly are you?" Baldasar shouted.

Angel's Power cannot stop corruption, but darkness can. The filth that other angels avoid is just a minor problem for Russell —a simple change of mode or skin.

"What does this have to do with you? Now it's my turn to ask and you answer, so tell me everything you know!" Russell twisted the foot that was pressing on Baldasar's face.

He wouldn't do something as foolish as proactively revealing his abilities.

As you can see, from movies and games to comics and novels, countless villainous bosses have died because of their own explanations of their abilities.

Learn from the mistakes of the past, and be prepared for the next!

With these predecessors—no, with these negative examples to learn from— Russell would never boast about his own abilities.

Even if they did say it, it was made up on the spot.

"Hahaha, I won't tell you. Kill me, I won't tell you anything." Facing imminent death, Baldasar became defiant.

Russell a cold laugh, bent down and grabbed Baldasar's head, lifting it up. His golden eyes were as bright as ever. "Devil, did I act too gently to make you think I was easy to talk to?"

With wings extending from his back, light, like lasers, severed Baldasar's limbs. Amidst his screams, Russell tightened his grip, causing Baldasha's skull to crack slightly.

"I'm not like the angels you know. I don't mind my wings turning black if necessary..."

As Russell finished speaking, a thick, dark color extended from his back, gradually staining his Wings of Light. His golden pupils then twisted into darkness, the whites of his eyes spreading out to completely blacken his eye sockets.

"I can fall into depravity at any time!"

"..."

Baldasar was dumbfounded, her worldview being reshaped. She stared wide-eyed in astonishment, her mouth agape, unable to utter a single note.

"Actually, even if you don't say it, I can guess in my heart that some self-proclaimed noble demon wants to descend to earth, but he can't break through the barrier by himself, so he asked an angel for help, right?"

Upon hearing Russell's words, Baldasar suddenly awoke, and when she met those eyes filled with boundless darkness, she immediately shuddered.

"Tell me, who is the devil who wants to descend to earth, and who is that ambitious angel? I'll keep my promise and send you to hell." Russell abruptly pulled himself closer to Baldasar and whispered, "Otherwise, I'll send you to heaven!"

"Heaven... Heaven!?"

"Look at how you tremble. You make no attempt to hide your fear of heaven. What are you afraid of? Is it the sins buried deep within your evil name that will bring Eternity punishment from God?"

Russell looked at the trembling Baldasar and laughed disdainfully, "Don't be so arrogant. God never cares about a nobody like you."

"I... I... You have to guarantee my safety! No, after I finish speaking, you have to send my soul to hell immediately!!" Baldasar's psychological defenses crumbled due to fear.

"Of course, I have the right to deal with everything you do."

"What I want is a promise, a promise made in your angelic capacity!"

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly. "Baldasar, you're being a bit greedy."

"This isn't greed; I'm just trying to survive."

"Yes, I swear to God on my angelic status that as long as you tell me everything you know, I promise to protect you, but only until you are sent to Hell... Conversely, if you lie or hide anything, I will chase you to Hell and annihilate your soul." Russell nodded and threw Baldasar to the ground.

Having received Russell's promise, Baldasar licked her dry lips and said quickly, "It's the Son of Hell Mammon, and the Archangel Gabriel. The latter will help Manmon descend to earth in his true form and create a second hell of fire and blood."

Russell nodded and asked, "The method? How will Manmon descend?"

"We found a pair of twin sisters who are connected at heart and are both powerful spirits, born with the ability to see ghosts..."

Saying one thing is the same as saying ten, so Baldasar spilled all his secrets in order to gain Russell's protection.

"In order to make them the bridge for Manmon's descent to earth, I followed Gabriel's instructions and induced my sister to commit suicide, so that her soul would fall into hell. In this way, one sister would be in hell and the other on earth, and together with their innate spiritual bond, they would become the best medium for Manmon's descent to earth."

Russell raised an eyebrow; he really didn't know this detail. "Continue. They're just two mortals. Even if they're somewhat special, it's not enough for Manmon to successfully descend."

"Yes, you are so wise!"

Baldasar swallowed hard. "Although Manmon is the son of Satan and holds a high position in Hell, his bloodline is not as noble as Jesus'. If he wants to descend to earth, he must use the blood of God as a catalyst."

"Gabriel found the Spear of Longinus, which was stained with the blood of Jesus, the son of God, whose mother was a pure virgin. His blood was the purest blood of God!"

Baldasar was covered in sweat after he finished speaking.

Russell continued, "And the location? Where will it arrive, and when?"

"I don't know the time, but I know the place. Take the older sister to the place where the younger sister committed suicide. Life and death, hell and earth will be reversed there. When all the conditions are met, Manmon will be able to be reborn."

"I see, this plan is quite complicated..."

Russell pursed his lips. The process was complete. Next, he should inform Constantine of the information, and he could then casually complete a major event.

He really went to great lengths to protect the Earth!

"Wait! Hell's Gate! Please open the Hell's Gate and exile my soul, you promised me!" Baldasar panicked as Russell was about to leave the Hell projection.

Russell shrugged and said apologetically, "Sorry, I have absolutely no idea how to use something as advanced as the Hell's Gate!"

"No, you promised, and even for the sake of your angelic status, you cannot break your promise!" Baldasar shouted, sweating profusely.

"I don't have that thing either!" Russell said, forcefully thrusting his longsword down, slicing open a gap to leave the projection of hell.

"Liar, how could you break your promise?"

Russell had just lifted his foot when he heard Baldasar's shrill scream, like that of a wronged woman. He said speechlessly, "Please, you're the devil. You have no right to say such things."

"So what if it's a devil? At least a devil will strictly abide by the rules after making a pact. But you... you even deceived a devil. You're the bastard who deserves to go to hell!" Baldasar gradually descended into madness.

"Don't be silly, deceiving the devil is such a thing..."

Russell slowly turned around, his black wings folding behind him. When he came to Baldasar's side, he unfolded them again, this time into Wings of Light: "Look at my holy wings, who would believe it?"

"..."

Baldasar was speechless and unable to speak. As Russell approached, his body and soul were burned to ashes.

Russell folded his Wings of Light, patted his face, switched to his friendly and sunny official mode, and walked out of the hellish projection while shaking his head, feeling sorry for Baldasar.

Originally, seeing Baldasar's cooperation, Russell was prepared to let him go. But then the guy started calling him a liar and a bastard, falsely accusing an innocent person, which was intolerable.

"That's all in your head. I never said I had an angelic status, and besides, I certainly wouldn't open the gates of Hell..."

Russell frowned, then slowly relaxed. "It's a one-time thing, once it's used up, it's gone. How can you call that a skill?"

Outside the projection of hell, a cold wind blew across the street, swirling up several charred newspapers.

Russell's expression turned serious as soon as he stepped onto the ground. The strong smell of sulfur lingered in the air, and the shops on both sides of the street showed obvious signs of battle, with cut marks and pits everywhere, as if a small war had just taken place.

Russell closed his eyes, his Mind Stone senses spreading out, and he found Constantine at the corner at the end of the street. He was covered in blood, his face bruised and swollen, lying in a pile of garbage, clearly having been severely beaten.

Judging from the injuries, he wasn't taught a lesson by just one person!

"Constantine, birds of a feather flock together, this corner suits you perfectly."

Russell said instinctively, his Bobby his brain. After he finished speaking, his brain thought his mouth was right.

Constantine opened his swollen eyes and mumbled, "It's Gabriel. That bastard has gone mad. She actually teamed up with the creatures of hell... Quick, they took Angela away. They want to use Angela as a medium to bring the Son of Hell to earth. You have to go and stop them."

The boss is being talkative again!

The boss kidnapped the female lead twice!

The boss let the male lead go again!

The boss threw the male protagonist into the trash heap again!

"Stop talking, treat your injuries first. I've already extracted the information from you. That coward Baldasar confessed everything after a little intimidation."

Russell raised his hand and unleashed a beam of holy light to heal Constantine's flesh wounds, deliberately avoiding the nicotine lungs, pig's head, and kidneys.

To be honest, a pig-faced look suits Constantine better. The previous one was too exaggerated; he's clearly expressionless, but they made him look like Jim Carrey.

Feeling completely relaxed, Constantine got up but something still felt off. His head seemed a bit heavy, and when he touched it, he immediately cried out in pain, "Dude, what happened to my handsome face? Why wasn't it fixed all at once?"

"The holy light is not enough."

"..."

The two stared at each other for a moment. Constantine considered the strength of the two men and, given that he needed Russell's help, he believed what Russell had said.

"Russell, tell me the information you got from the interrogation. Maybe I can figure out where Angela has been taken."

"No need for analysis, I'll just tell you directly: Manmon will be there in the mental hospital where her sister committed suicide."

"A mental hospital, I remember Angela told me about it..." Constantine pondered for a moment, remembered the name of the mental hospital, and pointed south. "It's in that direction. If we go there now, we should still make it in time."

Rumble!!!

A thunderclap streaked across the sky, and endless dark clouds gathered. In the direction Constantine pointed, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the dark clouds churned into fiery red waves, like a meteorite passing through the atmosphere, wildly radiating deadly heat in all directions.

"Hiss!!"

Constantine gasped and abruptly withdrew his finger. "I'm already this powerful... Ugh, buddy, this isn't right, let's run!"

Russell slapped him across the face. "Don't be silly. If Manmon successfully descends to Earth, where will you run to? Escape from Earth?"

"Damn it, I'm not done living yet!"

"Your life is worthless; dying would be a blessing. What's there to be afraid of?"

Looking at the spectacular sight of fiery clouds in the sky and feeling the astonishing heat within, Russell quickly said, "It's definitely not enough for just the two of us. There's no reason for us to risk our lives while others watch the show."

Constantine nodded repeatedly. "That's right, teamwork is very important!"

"Alright, I'll go gather some information first, you go find Midnight on the next street..."

Russell gave a simple order, "Tell him that the Son of Hell is about to descend, and that he should gather his forces to resist as soon as possible. If he still clings to his neutrality, then let him die!"