The Character Template Best Suited to Russell
Pitch black as ink!
Holy white as light!
Burning red like fire!
The three of them simultaneously exerted their strength, urging their internal energy to fight against the other two. The energy surged and the ground in Los Angeles trembled and shook. Several nearby buildings creaked and groaned, large sections of glass shattered, and it seemed as if the entire building would collapse at any moment.
Further out, the sea was surging, the waves receding like the tide, dark clouds covered the sea, and thunder roared, as if a natural disaster was brewing.
A television helicopter appeared out of nowhere and filmed the confrontation between the gods. Realizing that his life was more important than overtime pay and bonuses, he turned around and drove far away, heading towards the outskirts of Los Angeles.
TV station?
Why go to the TV station at this point? Of course, we should take advantage of having a plane in hand and run away as soon as possible!
It can't be called running away; it's aerial photography of traffic congestion and real-time broadcasts of city news.
In an instant, the City of Angels became a disaster area, and people rushed to escape. Those who had planes took them, and those who didn't drove cars.
If you have nothing, you call 911 for help, only to find the line is busy and you can't get through.
The military and state police maintained order during the retreat, directing the evacuation of civilians while covering the retreat. As they retreated, they found themselves at the forefront.
That's really awkward!
After some deliberation, the two groups realized that waiting in place was too risky, so the state police directed the army, and the army directed the state police, and they steadily continued their retreat out of the city.
Buzzing—
In the central area where the three confronted each other, surging energy filled the space, causing the air to harden like a solid.
Russell's forehead gradually beaded with cold sweat. The two guys opposite him had no sense of honor. They had agreed to fight for their own dignity, but halfway through the fight, they suddenly joined forces against him.
Whether it's Gabriel or Manmont, Russell isn't afraid of either of them in a one-on-one situation. Given some time, he's confident he can take them down.
It's hard to say against a one-on-two situation; at least in terms of energy clashes, he's completely at a disadvantage.
Manmon's performance truly surprised Russell. In the movie, when he possessed Angela, he was knocked down by Constantine's wild punches, and his fighting power was weaker than Angela's when she wasn't possessed.
Right now, however, he's incredibly fierce, and vaguely, he seems to be even slightly stronger than Gabriel.
"Drink!!"
The pressure on him was mounting, and Russell dared not sit idly by and wait for his death. He summoned the Black Flame Greatsword, gripped it tightly with both hands, and forcefully swung it upwards.
The powerful arm force stirred up the materialized energy field, and the explosive force soared into the sky. The red, white, and black clouds were as if hit by a cannonball, with a large hole dented in the center.
In an instant, the clouds changed color, all three colors becoming dark and difficult to discern, rolling and swirling in all directions before gradually splitting and dissipating.
At the same time, Gabriel and Manmon advanced side by side, launching a pincer attack on Russell from the left and right directions with remarkable coordination.
Gabriel still wields the Holy Spear that judges fate, but the fire elemental weapon manifested by Manmon with scorching energy is more interesting: two battle axes covered in red blood light, one long and one short, one large and one small.
He held one in each hand, looking extremely awkward, as if he would fall over from loss of balance after taking two steps.
With a low shout, Manmon tensed his arm muscles and threw the smaller short axe in his hand. Then, he gripped the giant axe with both hands and launched a double attack, heading straight for Russell.
Gabriel seemed to be taking a relaxed approach, but he started half a step behind Manmon. The Holy Spear was poised to strike, waiting for Russell to make a mistake before delivering the fatal blow.
The short axe flew in, disappearing in a flash with the fluctuation of the air, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aiming at Russell's neck.
Russell frowned slightly. Manmon seemed to be a rough and reckless man who only knew how to fight, but he could actually use such tricks in battle. Without hesitation, he turned half a circle on the spot and flashed to the left.
As the short axe approached the spot where he had been standing, he suddenly stopped, and with great force, the greatsword slashed at the short axe, changing its trajectory and striking towards Gabriel, who was waiting for an opportunity.
Boom!!!
At this moment, Manmon approached, wielding a giant axe. His red skin suddenly tensed, and his muscles coiled around his body, resembling writhing red pythons, creating a chilling visual impact.
Russell dared not take the attack head-on, so he flapped his three pairs of black wings and soared straight up into the sky.
Manmon raised his heavy hand and released it lightly. He stopped in time after missing his attack, flapped his bat wings and rose up on the spot. Judging from his relaxed appearance, he had obviously left some strength in his previous attack.
Russell's lips curled slightly as he flapped his black wings, widening the distance between himself and Manmon. As expected, Manmon's awkward-looking bat wings were not natural. He was not good at aerial combat and was a close-combat expert on the ground, with strength as his outstanding advantage.
Just then, a bright light struck from behind. Russell's heart tightened, and he quickly bent down and ducked to avoid the holy light spear tip that was piercing the back of his head.
Gabriel his rich combat experience, immediately changed tactics after his sneak attack failed, using the Holy Spear as a long staff and smashing it down hard.
Russell took a blow to the shoulder, his entire arm went numb, and he flapped his wings to steady his falling body.
His heart pounded again, and without thinking, he slashed his Black Flame Greatsword straight down at the source of danger.
The sword light was like ink, staining the air with a dark hue, with sparks blooming as it attacked while simultaneously spreading out a defensive sword net.
"Hahaha, it's useless. I was born from flames, your flames can't hurt me." Manmon flapped his wings and accelerated continuously. His heavy and huge body charged around, bending his arms and elbows to smash through the fire net, and smashed the giant axe in his hand towards Russell's head.
Clang!
Boom!!!
With no way to avoid it, Russell raised his longsword to parry, but was knocked down from mid-air by the violent force, his body crashing to the ground and creating a deep crater.
Gabriel had been waiting for a long time, threw his light and shadow war gun, which transformed into thousands of shapes in mid-air, and carried out a comprehensive attack on the area where Russell was located.
The light waves from the overturned jade bowl surged and exploded, the attacks relentless, each more dazzling than the last, gradually obliterating the darkness.
"Let me do it. The dark power within him is incredibly pure. I've never seen such delicious energy before." Manmon's eyes gleamed with desire as he stopped Gabriel from taking matters into his own hands.
The timing and location of his arrival were both wrong, which directly resulted in his strength being much weaker than before. Although his authority would not be affected and he could still turn the human world into hell, if his strength decreased too much, it would become extremely difficult to improve later.
This would lead to an outcome he didn't want to see: Satan would emerge from Hell, and he wouldn't have the strength to confront him.
Manmon wants to be the only king, not a king who is defeated. Therefore, the dark power within Russell is crucial to him, acting like a powerful tonic that allows him to advance rapidly.
"In the name of my ****, the graves of the living shall be dug from this place, and the souls of the dead shall fall into the abyss and die, becoming my ****..." Manmon chanted the incantation in a low voice, deliberately downplaying his real name because Gabriel was beside him.
A deathly aura so dense it disgusted Gabriel rose from the ground, and a hazy gray mist spread out without warning, obscuring the view in her golden eyes. Out of caution, she withdrew and retreated far away.
The ground was shrouded in a thick, deathly mist. Gabriel's eyes were closed, but when he opened them again, they emitted a faint golden light.
Now she could see clearly what was in the mist: a huge, bottomless, pitch-black rift, seemingly a projection of some corner of hell.
The nearby buildings were corroded by the thick fog into a gelatinous substance, which turned into flowing clay and slowly poured into the abyss.
On the surface of the abyss, nameless tombstones lay scattered about, and the decaying soil was filled with pale, drowning corpses. A thick aura of death emanated from these bodies.
Though called corpses, they are unfortunate souls whose bodies rot while their souls are imprisoned within, enduring endless suffering and torment in a dark and hopeless hell, their resentment constantly fueling the transformation of this cemetery into a demonic prison that devours everything.
It wasn't over yet. Gabriel could clearly see that on the side walls of the abyss, there were narrow, spiraling passages leading downwards, one after another, layer upon layer, each layer crammed with countless corpses.
It is conceivable that if one were to fall down, one would have to wade through endless corpses to climb out. If that were the case, even a holy angel would find it difficult to resist the invasion of death energy and would ultimately fall into the abyss and become nourishment.
Gabriel's expression remained unchanged, but she was extremely cautious of Manmon. Every angel cherishes their reputation, and the sea of corpses below made her feel uneasy, fearing that she might be caught in the crossfire.
"Hahaha, unknown dark angel, I'll accept your energy. There will surely be a tombstone for you in the Tomb of the Living!" Manmon roared, folded his bat wings, and swooped down towards the entrance of the abyss like a cannonball.
Gabriel frowned slightly. He had encountered Russell several times before, and the latter gave him a very strange feeling.
Before the fight, they seem ordinary, but once the fight starts, they suddenly become incredibly powerful, and as the fight progresses, they reveal many hidden trump cards...
Very mysterious!
Therefore, Gabriel did not believe that Russell would die, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. Subconsciously, he flapped his wings and flew away again.
Just then, raindrops fell on Gabriel's face, the cold wind howled, and the temperature in the air dropped again and again.
She looked up in astonishment. High above, thick, gloomy rain clouds had gathered as if they had appeared out of nowhere.
"Wrong..."
Not only rain clouds, but also frost, hail, and snow mixed in with the rain; changes in ground moisture create dense fog; and there's wind... an endless storm is howling in.
"As expected, he still had a trump card up his sleeve!"
Gabriel felt a chill run down her spine and flapped her wings to fly away into the distance. She had a premonition that Manmon was in trouble.
Beneath the abyss, Russell's six wings enveloped his entire body, protecting him from death and resentment. He slowly rose into the air, a breeze rising from beneath his feet, his dark eyes covered by a pale hue.
[Character Card: Ororo Monroe (Storm, who can control the weather)]
Storm's Character Card!
In that floppy infinite flow novel with Russell as the final boss, according to the main god's assessment, apart from lightning-attribute magic, Storm is the most suitable character template for Russell in terms of superpowers.
"Controlling the weather..."
"It doesn't feel bad..."