Looking Back Fifty Years Later
Whether Gabriel's actions angered God is hard to say, but Russell's foul mouth certainly angered Gabriel.
Upon hearing the word 'fall out of favor,' Gabriel's composure exploded. He roared fiercely, and his Holy Spear transformed into a sharp white light, thrusting straight at Russell's ribs.
A beam of light pierced the sky, until the light transformed into twinkling stars on the horizon, at which point the calm sea caught up and erupted into towering waves.
Is this woman crazy?
Russell raised his longsword to block the flashes of light that swept across the sky. The dense dark power was suppressed by the light. It wasn't that Gabriel had just hidden his strength, but that he had suddenly gone berserk and was recklessly consuming his energy.
In the past, Russell often used words to provoke his enemies during battles, taking the opportunity to find weaknesses and defeat them.
Later, I rarely did that anymore because it was meaningless. As the enemy grew stronger, verbal attacks seemed weak and powerless, so I would occasionally just give them the middle finger as a token gesture.
The only thing I didn't expect was that Gabriel had a fragile heart; the moment she heard "Daddy doesn't love her," she immediately broke down.
Good thing it collapsed!
Russell was secretly delighted. Despite Gabriel's current imposing presence, his every move exuded brilliance, making him seem like an invincible God of War.
Once this heat dies down, Russell will have plenty of ways to make her cry!
Rumble!!
A fierce wind howled, and a beam of holy light pressed down on the sea, stirring up towering waves.
Moonlight enveloped Gabriel's three pairs of wings, leaving a shimmering trail as she glided across the water at high speed, her spear tracing an eerie arc as it thrust straight at Russell's exposed chest, exposed by his raised sword.
Russell retreated rapidly, his black longsword igniting sparks as he slashed forward repeatedly, transforming into layers of overlapping black shadows.
In the blink of an eye, a dense, impenetrable black net was woven in front of him, blocking Gabriel's Onslaught.
The sea beneath their feet was stirred into countless whirlpools by the combined efforts of the two, and then torn to shreds by the densely packed sword and spear flashes. The vast expanse of sea surged into the sky, looking from a distance as if it had been turned upside down.
Boom!!
Gabriel used the Holy Spear as a Gabriel and smashed it down. Her eyes flashed with ferocity, and her attacks became increasingly fierce. Every all-out attack forced Russell to retreat.
With each step Russell took back, the ferocity on her face grew even more menacing. At this moment, apart from her wings and chest, there was nothing about her that resembled an angel.
A chilling atmosphere hung heavy over the sea, which had been shattered by Gabriel's trampling. The oppressive feeling that penetrated to the soul made Russell feel deeply uncomfortable, and he even had trouble breathing after several exchanges of blows.
Gabriel's battery life is too long, it's like it's taken some kind of super long-lasting stuff, ridiculously long.
If this continues, he won't be able to hold on until Gabriel's holy light is exhausted.
"Go to hell!!"
Russell's slight stiffness was noticed by Gabriel, who immediately reacted as if she had seen her father's killer. She raised the Holy Spear high and swung down a blazing white semicircle of light, striking Russell's protective black net.
Rumble!!
The raging tide unleashed Great Tsunami. The two weapons clashed, and Gabriel pressed down with all his might, his golden eyes filled with hatred, his face almost touching Russell's.
The energy-materialized Black Flame Greatsword was bent slightly under the pressure. Russell was in the sunken sea, his arms, which were raised to block the attack, were taut and about to give way.
Now, he has two paths to choose from: one is to drift into the deep sea and become a soaking wet man.
Secondly, pout and suck forward; with such close proximity, a sudden bite is sure to succeed.
Don't be fooled by the fact that angels have no gender. Gabriel is depicted as a woman on Earth, essentially a Barbie doll. But if something like this happens suddenly, she definitely won't be able to accept it.
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Without any hesitation, Russell gave up resisting and was slammed into the deep sea by Gabriel's club.
There's nothing we can do about it. He's not ugly, but Gabriel's delicate and sophisticated face is undeniably beautiful, and at first glance, he's quite stunning.
But Russell said that the Master Gu Yi's face was too relatable, and he couldn't bring himself to kiss him, especially since he knew a version of an old man.
In an instant, Russell pierced through the unfathomable ocean, crashing into the seabed and churning the seabed below into chaos.
After Gabriel unleashed this attack, his momentum dissipated, and even the special effects dimmed considerably.
Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, realizing she had fallen for Russell's scheme, and in her fury, she almost missed the perfect moment for Manmon's arrival.
It will be too late if we wait any longer!
Almost without hesitation, she flapped the six wings on her back and flew toward Los Angeles at top speed.
At the entrance of the mental hospital, the army arrived and set up an isolation zone, with long guns and short cannons set up to prevent any unauthorized personnel from approaching.
The police set up another isolation zone in the outer area to keep out any reckless people.
However, it was all for naught. If they were afraid of dying, the America wouldn't have produced hundreds of documentary series if they had such a small population.
The crowd, brimming with enthusiasm, surrounded the quarantine zone, holding banners that proclaimed "Truth" and "Freedom," and made several attempts to enter.
In no time, the square and several nearby blocks were packed with people, and the warning shots had no effect whatsoever.
People's thinking is simple: Los Angeles, the City of Angels, was almost destroyed by two angels. Such an amazing event must be witnessed closely.
Just like that super long car commercial said, fifty years from now, when I look back, I won't regret buying this car back then.
They also didn't want to look back on this evening fifty years later and miss the chance to take a commemorative photo because they were short of money.
Indeed, within just over ten minutes, some observant people spotted a business opportunity, and more than ten new photo spots appeared on the streets.
For example, the ruins of the building where Russell was assaulted and collapsed by Gabriel were seized by two gangs who charged $10 for a photo.
People grumbled and shouted that the angels belonged to everyone, while happily taking money out of their wallets and posing for photos.
America people: I'm not bragging, but it's just that those two angels went somewhere else to fight, otherwise I would have dared to ask them for a photo!
Unlike the carefree masses, in the central area under martial law, soldiers stood ready, armed to the teeth, and aimed their guns at the mental hospital.
They obtained crucial intelligence: the location where the Son of Hell would descend was the mental hospital, and the victor would return there after the battle between the two angels was over.
If Gabriel wins, the summoning will continue; if the unknown black six-winged angel wins, he will return to completely erase the traces of the Son of Hell.
The source of the information was said to be a superhuman who participated in the battle. The man's face was swollen like a pig's head, and he called himself Papa Midnight.
It sounds like a nickname; higher-ups have already started investigating this person!
Of course, this was not important to the soldiers, because a large number of people with superpowers rushed into the location of the ceremony in order to stop the summoning.
The soldiers weren't just standing there idly; they tried shelling or calling in air support, but the mental hospital was enchanted by a hellish magical barrier, blocking all their technological weapons through an invisible, transparent membrane.
They were powerless!
Inside the mental hospital, Midnight, along with his recruited teammates, engages in a fierce battle with hundreds of hybrid demons who have come to pay tribute, and the battle enters a heated phase.
These demons include both men and women, and judging from their clothing, they range from officials and capitalists to beggars and vagrants. They include elites from all walks of life, and there are many highly skilled individuals among them.
For example, the female demon who performs the sacrificial ritual is far more powerful than Baldasar. Only Papa Midnight can fight her; anyone else would be easy prey.
However, in comparison, the human forces on the Midnight side are still superior, firstly because there are not many powerful demons on earth.
Secondly, when Russell and Gabriel appeared, they released powerful holy light energy, scaring away many demons.
Not all devils are willing to serve the Son of Hell; most only believe in Satan.
In the hall in front of the pool, more than a dozen demons struggled to hold off the attacks of Papa Midnight and others, protecting the mother of Satan's son, Angela, who was chosen as the vessel for his descent, with their lives.
Angela looked terrible; she was delirious and struggling as if having a nightmare. Her body floated on the water, her pale skin swollen and white as a Deadman.
On Angela's exposed abdomen, a large hand rose from under her skin, as if it could burst out of her body at any moment.
The coming of Manmon is ready. Due to the rules, he cannot be born. Gabriel must come with the Spear of Longinus and cut open Angela's abdomen before he can be truly born into the world.
"Ah..."
Amidst screams of agony, one demon after another was slain. Midnight, wielding a machete smeared with Holy Water, chased after the female demon from the entrance of the corridor, striking her down with swift, deadly blows until she finally felled her at the end of the corridor.
The death of the female demon became the final straw that broke the camel's back for the demons. In a short while, all the demons were killed, and Midnight and the others went into the swimming pool behind the hall.
"Son of Hell, the mortal realm cannot bear your sins. Please return to your distant land!" Midnight raised his cleaver high and swung it down fiercely towards Angela in the center of the pool.
The incision was made in the abdomen!
It is conceivable that with this strike, Manmon would be forced to return to hell due to the loss of his vessel, and Angela would die in agony from excessive blood loss.
Rumble!!
Water splashed up, and a powerful shockwave swept through the entire room. Midnight, who had been leaping into the air, was blasted into the wall, and the rest of the people were also knocked to the ground.
Angela slowly floated up from the pool, her pale eyes devoid of pupils. She grinned and let out a strange laugh, scanning the crowd before looking at the pig-headed man lurking outside the door.
"Constantine, how dare you come here?"
I didn't want to either!
Having been discovered, Constantine no longer cowered. With the air of someone who had just dealt with several demons, he strode in from outside, even taking a moment to light a cigarette along the way.
"Let's make a deal, get out of that woman's body, otherwise..."
Constantine snorted coldly, "Don't think I'm bluffing you. If you don't agree, I'll kill myself right now!"