The flames dispersed, and the chains remained intact. Russell, bound by the chains, was likewise completely unharmed.
A hazy white glow covered his body, insulating him from Hellfire's searing heat and blocking the additional magical damage.
"It really is holy light. How is that possible..."
Sleyn was utterly shocked. The flames burning above his head vaguely formed a question mark.
When the holy light bullet had blown his head apart earlier, he had already found it unbelievable. Before Fallen Angels descended into Hell, they handed over all the holy light in their bodies and fell into the power of darkness.
Russell was not only a Fallen Angel but also the Lord of the Dark Dimension who called Mephisto brother. Though Sleyn did not understand what the Dark Dimension was, the name alone sounded like the absolute opposite of light.
So, he had instinctively assumed there was something wrong with the firearm in Russell's hand.
But now, the truth stood before him. The dark creature he had identified as a Fallen Angel possessed holy light purer than anything he had ever seen.
In any case, even if all the angels he had known were chopped up and kneaded together, their Holy Light Power would not be as pure as Russell's.
"Sleyn, there's something wrong with this guy!"
Johnny spoke in a muffled voice. Hellfire could not burn Russell, and the power Russell displayed was somewhat similar to Hellfire.
Like Sleyn, Johnny found it unbelievable.
Russell tilted his head, blew out the flame on his shoulder, and said calmly, "It's useless. Using Heaven's power to attack an angel? Give you ten thousand years, and you still wouldn't hurt a single hair on my leg."
The permanent skill the big shot had given him was not entirely useless. At the very least, when