A Different Breed from Everyone Else

Constantine howled and cried out for help to Manmont and Gabriel, warning them that if they didn't arrive soon, he would be sacrificed to the heavens.

Scummy Constantine said that there is no problem with sacrificing oneself for the benefit of all mankind. Such heroic behavior deserves praise and encouragement, and he personally supports it.

But there's one condition: this person absolutely cannot be him!

Boom!!

With a deafening roar, cracks appeared all over the walls, as if struck by a savage beast, blasting open a huge hole.

It's Manmont!

He left in a rage, then returned in a rage, all to rescue Constantine.

Manmon was furious. Constantine's repeated humiliations made him want to tear him apart and separate his plasmids, but this was just a thought; he couldn't do it.

Before success arrives, he not only cannot kill Constantine, but he also has to protect him from suicide and from being killed by others.

Because the two were in the same boat, and Constantine even had a higher priority than him, Constantine could not fall if he fell.

Manmon would swear, as the Son of Hell, that he had never cared this much about his own father, Satan!

Despite wanting to grind Constantine to dust, Manmon was forced to protect him, making his earthly journey an extremely unpleasant experience.

At this point, he roughly understood why Satan was so interested in Constantine's soul.

If it were him, he would also take it very seriously, not for any other reason than tormenting the souls of such scumbags, which he could enjoy for ten thousand years!

"Haha, my little Manmon is here..."

Constantine, emboldened by his master's power, darted over to Manmon's side, waved his hand at Midnight and the others, and shouted, "Manmon, kill them all, don't let a single one escape!"

Upon hearing this, Midnight and the others gripped their weapons tightly and became fully alert.

I think you're dreaming!

Manmon glared fiercely at Constantine. Ten minutes ago, if anyone had dared to stop him from descending to Earth, like Midnight and her group of humans, he would have certainly struck them down without hesitation. But now...

Manmon just wanted to tell Midnight and the others that they did a great job, and that he would have joined in if the timing hadn't been wrong.

This is Constantine, whose style is always different from everyone else's!

He made his teammates and enemies grit their teeth in hatred, yet he still lived a comfortable life, smoking, drinking, and playing with women amidst a host of enemies.

By the way, he can be teammates with almost anyone, and you can't refuse him.

"Manmon, hurry up and do it, they want to kill me."

"Hmph, I want to kill you too!"

Manmon snorted, grabbed Constantine by the collar, flapped his wings and carried him out of the mental hospital, leaping to the top floor.

As if it had been planned, Gabriel in his six-winged form arrived at the same time. Putting aside the bizarre trio of Hell (idiot), Heaven (traitor), and Human (scum) on the rooftop, the crowd on the ground completely erupted in chaos.

The angel of light, representing destruction, has returned, but the angel of darkness, representing hope, has not. The reckless people are filled with regret and flee in panic, wishing they had more legs.

Gabriel hovered in mid-air, holding the Holy Spear. His gaze lingered on Constantine for a moment before turning to Manmon, who was possessing Angela's body.

At this moment, Angela's appearance was extremely terrifying. Her appearance had changed drastically, and she was completely a different person. Some parts of her body showed obvious characteristics of hellish creatures.

His pale eyes were filled with jet-black blood vessels, and his skin was as white as if it had been bleached. The dark blood vessels were extremely conspicuous, making him look just like a human infected with a zombie virus and about to become completely mutated.

A pair of bat wings spread behind Angela, and on her belly, which swelled up like she was ten months pregnant, a blurry facial outline was faintly visible.

"Gabriel, you're late. You've missed the best time."

Manmon couldn't wait to descend into the human world. Through Angela's belly, he revealed the marks of his outstretched claws. "Hurry up, quickly use the Spear of Longinus to cut open this woman's belly, and use divine blood to guide my birth."

Gabriel was deeply disgusted by the ugly appearance and made no attempt to hide his disdain, coldly asking, "What's going on? Why didn't you wait for me at the agreed place?"

Manmon paused upon hearing this, then gritted his teeth and said, "It's Constantine. That guy cursed himself, and I can't kill him. The landing site was destroyed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Manmon and Gabriel both looked over at Constantine, who had already slipped up to the stairs on the rooftop. Seeing this, they chuckled and returned to their original positions.

"It's neither the best time nor the best place. Now that you've descended to earth, what level of skill do you have?" Gabriel glared coldly at Constantine and asked Manmon in a low voice.

Manmon said ambitiously, "Strength is not important; what matters is my authority. Once I appear, I will become the only God, just like Jesus, and a new chapter will begin for humanity."

Gabriel nodded, reluctantly agreeing with Manmon's point of view.

In fact, she did not descend to Earth entirely. As the Police Chief in Heaven, she was dispatched to Earth because of her duty to monitor the situation.

What seemed like a job within his duties was actually quite different; it was more like an exile.

This is why Russell's single word, "out of favor," drove Gabriel to madness; he rubbed salt into Gabriel's wounds.

Whoosh!

Gabriel pointed the Spear of Longinus at Angela's abdomen, and just as the two were about to begin the ceremony, a black light suddenly struck, heading straight for... Constantine with lightning speed.

Constantine: "..."

Manmon snorted angrily. The ritual would take some time, but Constantine's death would only take a moment. The priority was immediately clear. He immediately took action, spreading his bat wings to protect Constantine.

"Who!?"

A streak of black light flashed, and Russell, flapping his three pairs of jet-black wings, hovered silently in mid-air.

"Such intense darkness!" Manmon exclaimed in surprise. "Gabriel, who is he?"

"..."

Gabriel remained silent, feeling rather awkward. She genuinely didn't know Russell's name; she hadn't paid much attention at first, but then forgot to ask once she got serious.

Russell looked down at the strange trio with interest, and after a moment's thought, he understood the reason. Skipping over Gabriel and Manmon, he sneered at Constantine, "Just as I expected, Constantine, you've started betraying your teammates again!"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not your teammate."

Constantine, speaking with conviction, swiftly distanced himself from Russell and took two steps at a time to stand beside Manmon: "You all want to kill me, has anyone ever considered me a teammate?"

Russell scoffed. "If Manmon were to descend to earth, you wouldn't say that."

Constantine shamelessly replied, "Then we'll talk about it when it arrives. At least for now, I'm on this side, and my loyalty is beyond question."

"Yes, your loyalty has never disappointed..."

Russell and Constantine started exchanging sarcastic remarks, while Gabriel frowned deeply. The situation was a bit chaotic, and she needed to sort things out first.

First, she wanted to help Manmon come to earth as soon as possible so that mankind would learn to cherish God's tolerance and become worthy of being loved.

So, she's temporarily allied with Manmon... well, and Constantine too, and Russell is their common enemy.

Secondly, all three of them have their own ulterior motives, and Constantine is the type who could betray them at any time, so he cannot be trusted.

Manmon is the Son of Hell and also a pawn in her hands. After helping her descend, it is highly likely that we will turn against each other. For now, she can be trusted.

Finally, Russell was undoubtedly an enemy.

While Russell and Constantine were arguing, Gabriel secretly gave Manmon a look, telling him to deal with Russell first, otherwise the ceremony couldn't proceed normally.

Manmon snorted coldly. He was currently only in the realm of consciousness, and even if he went all out, the power he actually displayed would be greatly reduced.

Moreover, because of the barrier between hell and the human world, the more effort he put in, the greater the backlash he would suffer.

This deal was a huge loss!

"This is your only chance. If you miss this opportunity, there may not be another one." As if seeing through Manmon's thoughts, Gabriel pressed, "Or are you saying that the Son of Hell is prepared to remain the Son of Hell for all eternity?"

How can there be a crown prince who reigns for forty years?

Yes, there really are some, some are even seventy years old!

But Manmon said that it was only seventy years, which was really enviable. If he could become the Lord of Hell in seventy years, he would definitely laugh himself to death on the spot.

Gabriel's words struck a nerve with Manmon. Let the backlash come; it's better than being stuck in hell forever!

He gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and decided to do it!

In an instant, Manmon held nothing back, unleashing his Dark Energy with all his might. Half the sky was filled with black, and amidst the howling wind, the appearance of Angela, whom he possessed, underwent a dramatic transformation.

Darkness enveloped his body, and pure energy materialized the true form of Manmon, a projection from hell, on its surface.

A pair of spiraling ram horns grew from its forehead, its limbs and torso grew taller, its legs extended into ram hooves with reverse joints, its ten fingers hardened into horny claws, and its bat wings on its back also enlarged.

In an instant, a high-ranking demon, entirely red, materialized and grinned at Russell in mid-air, revealing razor-sharp teeth.

The moment Manmon manifested his true form, his unique hellish aura began to affect the surrounding environment, the most obvious effect being intense heat.

Born from the Son of Hell of hell, every move he makes exudes a red, intensely sulfurous heat, and the ground beneath his feet softens into a liquid, bubbling with intense heat.

Constantine, who was standing next to Manmon, saw that things were not going well and ran away.

No one paid him any attention. As Manmont unleashed his aura, turning the entire sky red, Gabriel and Russell, whether intentionally or deliberately trying to compete, also released their own unique auras.

The space froze instantly, the sudden heaviness of the air made people dizzy, and they felt difficulty breathing. They could faintly hear the sound of something invisible breaking apart.

The Los Angeles night sky is a mix of red, black, and white, each eventually occupying a corner, vying for attention while joining forces to divide up half the sky...