A Different Breed from Everyone Else

Constantine wailed like a ghost and howled like a demon, crying for Mammon and Gabriel to save him. If those two did not get there soon, he was going to be sacrificed to the heavens.

Scummy Constantine said that sacrificing himself for the good of all humanity was no problem. Such heroic behavior deserved praise and encouragement, and he personally supported it wholeheartedly.

But there was one condition: that person absolutely could not be him!

Boom!!

A deafening crash rang out. Cracks spread across the wall as if it had been struck by some primordial beast, then it exploded inward, leaving a massive hole.

It was Mammon!

He had stormed off in a rage, only to storm back in a rage, all to save Constantine.

Mammon was nearly furious enough to die. Constantine had humiliated him several times, making him want to flay the man alive and tear him apart at the cellular level. But that was just wishful thinking. He could not do it.

Before his successful descent, not only could he not kill Constantine, he also had to make sure Constantine did not kill himself or get killed by someone else.

They were tied to the same rope. Constantine's priority was even higher than his own. Mammon could fall, but Constantine absolutely could not.

Mammon dared swear in the name of the Son of Hell that he had never cared this much about even his own father, Satan!

He desperately wanted to grind Constantine's bones to dust, yet he had no choice but to protect him completely. Mammon's journey through the human world had been an utterly miserable experience.

At this point, he roughly understood why Satan cared so much about Constantine's soul.

If it were him, he would care deeply too. For no other reason than that