My Darkness Could

"I will personally shatter your unrealistic fantasies."

"And the divinity within you, since it was bestowed upon you by Gabriel, then it is Gabriel who will reclaim it..."

Gabriel raised her right arm high, her hand clenching in the air, and a blazing white spear formed entirely of holy light appeared in her hand. She pointed it at Russell and said coldly, "Let me make one last point: you have chosen the wrong opponent and the wrong side. God has given me the duty to destroy all the filth in the world, and everything I have done is to fulfill my duty. This is God's will."

You're wrong, so why put yourself on a moral high ground? You bunch of people who play with holy light, your hearts are all black!

After silently complaining to himself, Russell became extremely vigilant and switched to wielding his sword with both hands.

Sensing Russell's persistence, Gabriel smiled coldly, raised his lance, and gently tossed it away.

The moment the holy light left his hand, the whole world fell silent. Time seemed to slow down, everything froze, all sounds ceased to travel, and even light could only move slowly.

The spear tip was entwined with pure white holy flame, which suddenly erupted in that moment when time slowed down, forming a huge spear shadow that blotted out the sky, lighting up the night sky like a meteor from outer space, and then crashing down.

The boundless power of holy light, the judgment of Gabriel, is enough to end all forms of life.

By the time Russell caught sight of the spear's trajectory, the tip was already close to him. A long-lost sense of unease washed over him, and his intuition told him that being stabbed would surely kill him.

With his longsword held horizontally in front of his chest, Russell swiftly retreated, simultaneously folding his wings to block the falling spear and buy himself time to escape.

Boom!!

Russell narrowly avoided the spear, using his wings to deflect the impact. Before he could retaliate, Gabriel appeared in front of him as if by teleportation.

Gabriel waved her hand and scattered the Wings of Light. She spread her five fingers and pressed them against Russell's chest, then flapped her wings and carried him at high speed.

The light left afterimages, moving so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye. In just an instant, it pierced through two city blocks and pinned Russell against the wall of a building.

Along the way, walls and buildings were torn down wherever they were encountered, leaving a deep trench in the hard cement ground.

The steel jungle was broken as easily as a toothpick in Gabriel's hands; those tall buildings collapsed into ruins like building blocks.

"That won't do. You don't even deserve to be remembered by me." Gabriel placed one hand on Russell's chest and whispered in his ear. At first glance, it would seem that the two were very close.

Indeed, they were very close. Russell's demeanor was extremely similar to hers, so much so that she couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

Russell vomited two ounces of blood and coughed violently.

Seeing this, Gabriel sent a bit of holy light over, then smeared a little blood on his fingertip, tasted it, and sighed, "Mortal blood seems to have a strong vitality, allowing one to live for thousands of years, but the light within is weakening, and you have lost the opportunity to advance further."

"Hehe, there's nothing we can do about it, after all, there are other things inside my body..."

Russell gasped, then suddenly reached out a hand straight for Gabriel's chest. Holy light transformed into a sharp sword, piercing straight through her from behind.

"That's it! This is your tactic?"

Gabriel frowned slightly. He said the same thing again: using her light to defeat her was simply unrealistic.

Russell smiled triumphantly, "If I'm not mistaken, this corrupt energy was given to Baldasar by you, so it's just right to return it to its rightful owner."

Black sludge gushed from Russell's hand, spreading rapidly along the Holy Light Longsword and pouring into Gabriel's body.

The latter looked terrified, but the energy was being conducted too quickly, and the pure energy of the Fallen Angel was a deadly source of contamination for the angels. Once touched, it would spread like a leech, spreading wildly like a virus.

"How is that possible? How could you be unharmed?"

Gabriel screamed in a trembling voice, pressing his hand against Russell's chest and slamming it down with all his might. The surging force that erupted carried him through three buildings, crashing heavily into the walls and burying him in the ruins.

Enveloped in dark, corrupting energy, Gabriel's form gradually began to change. For example, some strands of his once dazzling golden hair turned black, and his golden eyes began to dim.

If this continues, she may not completely fall into depravity, but it will be difficult for her to return to Heaven. Only Satan would be happy to see this and would recruit her to work in Hell.

Gabriel wanted to turn the world into hell, but he had no intention of staying in hell forever.

As if she had thought of something, she quickly flapped her wings, transformed into a streak of light, returned to the square, picked up the war gun from the ground, and held it high above her head.

This is no ordinary spear; its body is formed from pure Angel's Power, while its tip is the Spear of Longinus, which she had painstakingly found.

According to the Bible, when Jesus was Cross, there was a slight mishap when his body was being moved.

According to regulations, soldiers were to break the legs of the condemned to confirm that he was indeed dead. However, the soldiers were certain that Jesus was dead, so they did not do so and instead pierced his body with spears.

So one of the soldiers, a centurion named Longinus, in order to prove whether Jesus was really dead, thrust his spear into Jesus' side.

Blood gushed from the wound, staining the entire gun barrel red. At that moment, Jesus truly breathed his last.

The rest of the story is unnecessary to elaborate on; all that is needed is to know is that this spear was stained with divine blood and thus became a religious relic, also known as the Spear of Destiny!

"He who holds destiny will control the destiny of the world. My father made me find this gun, which proves that everything I have done was with his tacit approval..."

Gabriel muttered to himself, holding his spear high in his hand, his face becoming incredibly holy.

Under the darkness, the tip of the gun emitted an extremely pure light, and specks of light peeled off from it, transforming into life-like energy that surged into Gabriel's body.

More and more points of light separated from the tip of the gun and gradually converged on Gabriel. In a short while, her slender figure was completely obscured by the light.

The light transformed into a cocoon, lifting Gabriel's body into the sky. The holy flames burned away the black filth, causing its energy to twist and transform into a holy white.

A wisp of spilled energy distorted the surrounding space, and the white flames shone ridiculously brightly under the night sky!

The radiance subsided, and countless pure white energy feathers scattered. The distant chimes and soft chanting made the scene appear incredibly solemn.

Gabriel's figure was revealed, and the wings on her back transformed into three pairs. An astonishing aura emanated from her, sacred and noble, as majestic and inviolable as a deity.

A beam of blazing white light shot into the sky, and Gabriel opened his golden eyes. Instantly, two beams of light pierced through the clouds high above.

"Yes, I was right, and this is proof!"

Gabriel flapped his six wings, gripped the Holy Spear tightly in both hands, and, enveloped in a ball of white light, streaked through layers of space like a meteor, speeding toward Russell's location.

On the other side, Russell rose from the ruins, unfurled his Wings of Light, glanced at the meager Angel's Power within the stigmata, and pondered that it was time to stage a 'true fall' to teach Gabriel a lesson.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing lying here, sunbathing under the moon?"

A flurry of footsteps approached. Russell turned to see Constantine with his pig-like face, and the black man beside him was Midnight. Besides them, there was a Legion hastily recruited teammates—recruited by Midnight, and unrelated to Constantine.

Russell pointed to the ruins and holes in the building ahead, and said irritably, "I'm fighting, can't you tell?"

"It's Gabriel, right? I knew she wasn't a good person... uh, that's not what I meant..."

Looking at Russell, that jerk, Constantine cursed himself for speaking too quickly and hurriedly changed his tune, saying sincerely, "Good brother, you know what I mean. I mean, everyone except her is a good bird, and so are you."

Russell rolled his eyes. "I know, you've narrowed your options."

Nearby, a group of people were pointing and whispering about the wings on Russell's back. Midnight waved his hand to silence them and hurriedly asked Russell, "How is it? Has Manmon arrived yet? Are we too late?"

"No, it's probably because I interrupted the ritual. Gabriel hasn't had time to help Manmon descend yet. Constantine and I will hold things off here. You guys hurry up and take Angela away. She's the most crucial part of Manmon's descent."

Midnight nodded without saying much. He understood the logic: Angela was definitely heavily guarded. If he couldn't bring her out, he would destroy her.

In short, killing one person can save one world; we must never allow the Son of Hell to descend upon the earth!

"Russell, what do you mean I should stay and hold out with you? Can I really hold out?" Constantine's eyes widened. He knew this trick all too well; Russell was trying to set him up.

Constantine was right. Russell did indeed have this plan. When he couldn't hold on any longer, he would slit his throat with a sword and use his fragrant soul to lure Satan out of hell.

Given that Satan is the most dangerous one, Russell would not do this unless absolutely necessary.

Just then, Gabriel, with six wings on her back, descended from the sky. Her body hovered in mid-air, and the special effects were so dazzling that everyone could not open their eyes.

"It seems we've gathered all the troublemakers. That's fine, saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one. So, which one should we start with?" Gabriel looked at them one by one with a playful smile, finally fixing his gaze on Constantine: "What a troublesome fellow. How about we start with you?"

"I don't think so!" Constantine shook his head.

"That's what I think too!" XN

Russell nodded repeatedly, then noticed the emphasis and looked over in confusion. Almost everyone shared his view.

He couldn't help but observe three seconds of silence for Constantine. What was the point of living for that scoundrel?

"Hehehe, I almost forgot about you. You are the primary target..." Gabriel raised his spear and pointed it directly at Russell: "Considering that Gabriel has high hopes for you, I will forgive your past actions and give you some time to give your last words."

Russell nodded and said to Midnight and the others beside him, "You proceed according to plan. I and Constantine will handle things here."

"There is no Constantine, only you!" Constantine was so angry that he jumped up and down, and in a flash, he disappeared behind Midnight.

"Little guy, why are you still so confident? Can't you see the difference between us?" Gabriel couldn't help but laugh at Russell's overconfidence, "I've already told you, your meager light can't defeat me. It didn't work before, and it's even less likely now!"

As she spoke, she flapped her three pairs of wings, creating a gust of wind that sent Midnight and the others flying.

"Yes, my light is indeed inadequate, but my darkness can..."

Russell retracted his Wings of Light, his eyes turned pitch black, and six pure black Wings of Light unfolded behind him as he flew into the air to confront Gabriel.

The intense darkness contained no impurities whatsoever, so pure that even light could not penetrate it!

"..."xN

Everyone was stunned, feeling like they were dreaming. Midnight muttered to himself, "John, what kind of person is this friend of yours... And who is the good guy now?"

"John!?"

No one answered. When he turned around at midnight, he was immediately speechless. Constantine had disappeared without a trace.

"Damn it, I knew it."