My Light May Not Be Brighter Than Yours, but I'm Darker Than You

[Skill Card: Solar Flare (Converts energy into light, temporarily blinding the enemy)]

Russell originally intended to use Gandalf's Illumination Spell to become a human light source and light up the world, but then he remembered that he had a 'Solar Flare' scroll in his inventory that had been sitting there for a long time, so he decided to just take it out and play with it.

There's no point in keeping it anyway!

This light is not the same as that light. He didn't know how effective this move was against the creatures of hell, but it couldn't hurt to try it. If all else failed, he could just treat it as a Flashbangs.

Ordinary people who rarely see light will experience various discomforts when suddenly exposed to strong light. Creatures from hell, who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years, would probably die instantly from sunlight; they might just kick the bucket after being exposed to it for a bit.

Besides, we really don't have much Angel's Power left, so we should conserve it as much as possible.

When traveling through the myriad worlds, the disguise of an angel can often be very useful. Healing, showing off, and so on are all aspects, but most importantly, it makes it easier to prove one's stance.

With wings so prominent, he's definitely a positive character, no doubt about it.

Who agrees, and who disagrees?

It goes without saying, it's definitely a unanimous vote!

With enough Magic Power stored up, Russell suddenly spread his hands, which were held in front of him, to the sides.

Just as the light of dawn dispels darkness, a dazzling light bursts forth from him, easily tearing a gap in the darkness.

The sudden arrival of daylight brought unparalleled brilliance, illuminating the entire Los Angeles sky.

Light poured down from the sky and onto the earth. Amidst the desperate gazes of countless demons and the agonizing screams of devils, the innumerable army of hell was enveloped by the blinding light.

Like thin ice scorched by flames, the darkness within the monsters was dispelled by the light, and their bodies withered away at a visible speed.

"Ahhh—"

Screams and wails rang out as the monsters' bodies cracked and peeled away as if weathered, revealing foul-smelling flesh and blood.

Immediately afterwards, the flesh and blood sublimated under the impact of the intense light, eventually turning into ashes and black mist along with the bones, disappearing without a trace with the breeze.

The intense light swept in all directions, turning all exposed monsters into ashes, and some unfortunate humans were temporarily blinded by looking directly at Russell.

Russell apologized for this, but there was nothing he could do about it; his standards were so high that it wasn't something anyone could just watch whenever they wanted.

The light spread and shone in the sky for about ten seconds. Russell, having exhausted most of his Magic Power, flapped his wings and flew toward the open Hell's Gate.

The Solar Flare can kill low-level monsters, but it cannot kill high-level demons, much less dispel the dark aura of the Hell's Gate.

Moreover, as the bright light disappeared, demonic creatures began to spew out from the Hell's Gate again, an endless stream that was truly terrifying.

Russell knew very well that opening the Hell's Gate was difficult, but closing them was even more difficult. He would have to do it himself if he wanted to shut them down.

He raised his hands high above his head, palms pressed together seamlessly, and a holy and incomparably sacred archangel's sword sliced through the night sky, emitting a dazzling yet warm blazing white light.

The greatsword extended from Russell's palm, with only a blade, no hilt, and no handguard; it was crudely made and extremely simple.

If one were to truly describe him, Russell would be both the swordsman and the sword's guard and hilt; according to religious interpretation, he embodies both punishment and protection...

The problem is that the Angel's Power was insufficient, so structures without offensive capabilities were omitted.

Looking down from his vantage point, he saw the surging demons, and with a sudden Wings of Light, he swooped down from the sky with the force of thunder, his archangel's sword flashing in a series of afterimages, scattering brilliant aurora.

Clang!

A flash of light, and the holy light pierced through the darkness, cleaving the pitch-black Hell's Gate in two, leaving a vertical white line.

Russell crashed to the ground, crushing a monster that couldn't dodge in time into a pulp, while he himself remained in the posture of pressing down with his hands together.

The scattering white holy flames splashed down, and the scattered sparks instantly turned into a raging inferno, igniting the shattered Hell's Gate and drawing the surrounding monsters into the attack range.

Flames surrounded the hellish army, white sparks scorching the flesh and blood of the monsters, washing away their sins and purifying their souls as well.

In the blink of an eye, holy flames filled the entire area, and in another blink, the Hell's Gate collapsed and disappeared, and the demons from Hell turned to ashes along with the gates.

At this point, the hellish army that invaded Los Angeles, except for a few high-ranking commanders, had been completely wiped out.

After the fire died down, the square was revealed to be covered in blood. Those who were not quite dead were lessened by the burning of the holy flames, with the seriously injured becoming slightly injured and the slightly injured reviving on the spot.

Those who are completely dead, perhaps only God can save them!

Although the disaster had already occurred and was irreversible, the survivors were extremely grateful. The reporter holding the camera suddenly shuddered, realizing that he was about to receive a raise, and sprinted to Russell's side.

"Excuse me..."

"Roll!"

"..."

Meeting Russell's golden eyes, the reporter swallowed hard, thinking that after getting the raise, he would slink away, taking close-up shots of Russell's back as he walked.

The viewers in front of their televisions emerged from their shock, each with a different expression; it seemed this angel had quite a temper.

Russell looked up at the fiery clouds in the sky, the red waves surging and rolling endlessly, foreshadowing an impending storm.

He knew that the monsters before were just appetizers, and the real boss had not yet appeared!

Smack! Smack!

A burst of clapping sounded, and Russell, who was about to enter the mental hospital to find out what was going on, stopped in his tracks and looked toward the source of the sound, where there was an extremely surging energy.

Very strong!

But it's not invincible!

A tall woman strode out, with a beautiful face and blonde hair. She was dressed in white, perfectly embodying the concept of an angelic figure.

The woman walked barefoot, her feet barely touching the ground, exuding a confident and noble air from within. However, this was so excessive that it resembled arrogance.

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly. A version of the Master Gu Yi had appeared—no, it was Gabriel.

Judging from the situation, Manmon does not seem to have arrived yet. It is unclear whether the time is not right or if the ceremony has been delayed due to interruption.

"Little one, you're quite impressive. Your energy has astonished me." Gabriel exclaimed, then looked puzzled. "Can you tell me who gave you those wings?"

Russell's Wings of Light puzzled Gabriel. She was certain that Russell was not any of the known angels, but a very pure human being, at most with exaggerated Magic Power within him.

The only explanation for Russell's possession of Angel's Power despite not being an angel is that he received a gift, or rather a blessing, from an angel.

It's the kind of blessing that comes at a huge cost and takes thousands of years to recover from, because the Angel's Power is not just energy, but also represents unique divinity.

So here's the question!

Gabriel found the energy within Russell's wings extremely familiar, but after searching through several high-ranking angels he knew, he couldn't find a match for it.

If you had to pick one, it would be herself. It's absurd. You could search all of Heaven and the energy contained in Russell's Wings of Light is most similar to hers.

That's obviously impossible, unless she has amnesia!

Russell glanced at the wings on his back and said with a smile, "Gabriel, the one who gave me these wings, isn't it you?"

"Um!?"

Having received confirmation from Russell, Gabriel's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you mean? Explain clearly!"

"Don't ask. The answer is the Multiverse. I won't tell you the reason, but..."

Russell abruptly changed the subject, saying on Gabriel's behalf, "Although I had suspected it beforehand, seeing you in person still brought a wave of disappointment. Gabriel, you are the one who opened the Hell's Gate! You have fallen!"

Not far away, a camera recorded everything. Upon hearing Russell and Gabriel's conversation, regardless of the shock to the viewers in front of the television, the camera suddenly trembled and almost fell to the ground.

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever fall into depravity?"

Gabriel didn't care. Her wings unfurled behind her, and her body floated up, defying gravity. In her hand was a holy, blazing white light.

"Having seen this light, do you still think I've fallen?"

The familiar scene made Russell frown slightly, and he asked in return, "You hand over the human world to Hell, and unleash the Son of Hell. What is that if not depravity?"

"No, no, no, quite the opposite. What I am doing is giving humanity a chance to redeem itself. They lack a test, a real test."

Gabriel turned to look at the camera and calmly said something chilling, "Human beings have received too much favor from God. No matter what sins they commit, as long as they repent, God will open his arms to welcome them and forgive them."

"In the vast universe, traversing time and space, no other creature has ever been able to obtain such a privilege..."

"This is not fair!"

"So, you're just handing over the human world to the devil to manage?"

Russell's lips twitched. He thought to himself, "The boss has set the rules, and you, as a subordinate, dare to interfere? Is God easy to talk to, or have you just become too bold?"

"Yes!"

Gabriel readily admitted it, continuing to speak to the camera, "I have been observing this world, taking in the depravity of humanity. I cannot tolerate humans brazenly enjoying God's favor. Since God loves humanity so much, then I will make them worthy of being loved..."

"I have discovered that it is in the face of fear and despair that humanity can truly find its noble self. So I bring pain and fear, and bring hell to earth."

At this point, Gabriel raised his hands high, proudly declaring like a savior, "Only those who overcome fear and survive hell deserve God's favor!"

Russell felt a toothache as he watched Gabriel lose herself in her own world. He preferred the Gabriel he had met in the vampire world. Although she was not talkative and had no sense of humor, she was a reliable person and much better than the crazy woman in front of him.

"What's wrong? Judging from your expression, you don't seem to agree with my opinion..."

Gabriel sneered, "Or are you trying to judge me? On behalf of these humans?"

Russell took a deep breath and summoned a Holy Light Longsword, its blade pointing diagonally at the ground. "I'm not representing humanity, I just want to represent the Gabriel I know, and give you a good punch in the face!"

"Hehehe, that's an interesting way of putting it."

Gabriel smiled as he looked at the Holy Light Longsword in Russell's hand, "Are you sure you want to do this, to use my power to defeat me? You should know that your light is not as bright as mine. Doing this is tantamount to courting death!"

"Let's give it a try. How will we know who's stronger if we don't fight?"

Russell Suxin said, "My light is indeed not as bright as yours, but I am darker than you!"