Two Permanent Skills Acquired

The skies over Los Angeles changed dramatically. Lightning Chains darted back and forth through the clouds, while a massive storm eye of thunder sat at the center. Together with the endlessly churning black clouds like a vortex, it was as if a god were watching the human world.

"Ha ha ha—"

Amid the roar of lightning came an incomparably arrogant laugh. Mammon tightened his hold on Gabriel and shouted, "I'm warning you, Gabriel is in my hands. If you don't want her to die with me, stop attacking immediately, then kneel and apologize to me."

Actually dying was impossible. At most, the will that had descended into the human world would be dispersed and sent back to Hell—or Heaven—to lick its wounds alone for a thousand years, unable to descend upon the human world again during that time.

It was utterly humiliating. For immortal gods and demons, there was no more disgraceful defeat.

Mammon firmly believed that he did not want to be driven back to Hell in disgrace, and Gabriel surely did not either. The angel above definitely... even if not definitely, they were both from Heaven, so he had to give Gabriel some face.

I'm fucking brilliant!

Having successfully taken Gabriel hostage, Mammon silently gave himself countless thumbs-ups. The gloom in his chest vanished completely as he continued shouting, "Come on! If you've got the guts, strike me dead!"

Russell widened his eyes, his features twisting fiercely. It took tremendous effort for him to hold back his laughter. "Mammon, you... the Son of Hell truly is rotten to the core. You can even resort to such despicable methods!"

"You were the ones who plotted against me first. Hmph, and now you call me despicable? I'm merely protecting myself."

Seeing Russell's frustrated expression, Mammon was immensely pleased. "Ha ha