Fang Yuan sat on a chair while Balthazar cautiously brought over a basin of water.
Don't misunderstand; Balthazar wasn't going to wash Fang Yuan's feet—this was a special ritual.
Water can serve as a medium for communication between the human world and hell. Fang Yuan put his feet into the water; normally, one would need to be a psychic to use this method to enter hell.
Although his spirit attribute was relatively high, Fang Yuan was not a psychic.
However, he had equipped the [Bruce Template].
In the DC Universe, there is nothing Batman cannot do.
After a moment of daze, Fang Yuan opened his eyes to find himself already in hell.
There were flames everywhere, and the air was filled with the scent of sulfur.
The surroundings also looked like a city, but it was an apocalyptic version.
Fang Yuan remembered that when the director was constructing the hell scenes, they had referenced post-nuclear cities like Chernobyl, but if Fang Yuan were to describe it, he could find a more fitting description—
Los Angeles in a great fire.
One hundred percent accurate!
At that moment, Fang Yuan heard a rustling sound behind him, but he sensed nothing using Telepathy.
Suddenly, a monster resembling Gollum from Lord of the Rings leaped out, but it only had half a face—everything above the nose was empty.
Fang Yuan understood immediately.
"Oh, I forgot. These ordinary demons don't have brains."
Subsequently, more demons ran over, surrounding Fang Yuan.
These demons had clearly caught the scent of a living person and wanted to have a feast.
Mammon, who had made an appointment, had yet to appear.
Fang Yuan smiled slightly; this was clearly a test from Mammon.
If he couldn't even pass the demon stage, Fang Yuan wouldn't be qualified to talk to him.
Thus, the [Thor Template] was quickly put in place, and Fang Yuan slowly flew into the sky. The already dust-filled sky grew even darker, and then bolts of lightning struck down fiercely, turning the demons to ashes on the spot.
Seeing that there was still no movement around him, Fang Yuan became ruthless, vigorously channeling his divine power to create a thunderstorm that swept toward the demons; any demon it touched was instantly reduced to ash.
Seeing the thunderstorm growing larger, a voice finally rang out.
"Enough!"
Mammon, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally stepped out. He pointed a finger at the thunderstorm, and demon power erupted instantly, forcefully suppressing the storm.
This move alone let Fang Yuan know that Mammon's strength was not weak.
Little did he know, Mammon also let out a sigh of relief.
If alien energy suddenly appeared in hell and Satan accidentally noticed it, he would be finished.
"Black King?"
Mammon walked toward Fang Yuan.
"What kind of god are you?"
But Fang Yuan's current focus was not on Mammon's question, but rather on Mammon's appearance.
"Your Demon Form is really not good-looking at all; you look like a hairless naked pervert." Fang Yuan shook his head with a look of disgust. "Look at the Demon Forms of Dante and Vergil; how handsome they are."
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A question mark appeared above Mammon's head.
Although he didn't know who Dante and Vergil were, Fang Yuan's words were truly hurtful to a demon.
He lunged at Fang Yuan, his demonic aura instantly enveloping him, full of intimidation.
In terms of strength, Mammon was much more powerful than Apocalypse; after all, he was a figure of some standing in hell.
As the Son of Satan, he certainly wouldn't be weak; otherwise, how would he dare to rebel?
Not to mention, this was Mammon's home turf.
"You dare to speak to me with such insolence?"
But Fang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, as if Mammon's aura—which could destroy a country with just a sliver—was merely a smoke ring blown by Constantine.
And the source of Fang Yuan's calm was naturally—the [Five-Five Open Halo]!
Now, even if Mammon wanted to go a round with him, Fang Yuan at least wouldn't lose.
Of course, only for three minutes.
Since he had come to make contact, Fang Yuan naturally had to elevate his own prestige; otherwise, how could he bluff Mammon, who even dared to rebel against Satan?
"Relax, why so serious?" A smile appeared on Fang Yuan's face. He waved his hand to disperse Mammon's demonic aura and, under Mammon's astonished gaze, took a step forward. "Or would you like me to stop hiding my power as well and attract your unreliable old man over here?"
Sure enough, Mammon was intimidated by Fang Yuan.
Just as Hela had a power boost on Asgardian soil, demons in hell also had a power boost. Yet Fang Yuan was unaffected by his powerful aura and could even resist his energy invasion without using even a bit of energy; his strength certainly couldn't be underestimated.
Perhaps he was even stronger than him.
If he was at this level, Fang Yuan's eruption of power really would have a high chance of attracting Satan.
So Mammon immediately retracted his aura and treated Fang Yuan as someone on the same level as himself.
Seeing Mammon's change, Fang Yuan thought to himself, "Plan successful."
"What do you want from me?" Mammon asked.
"Balthazar should have told you the intel. Gabriel is untrustworthy. Do you still want to cooperate with her?" Fang Yuan asked instead.
Mammon's answer was blunt: "It's all just you talking. With your abilities, it would be easy to find all this out. So Gabriel might be untrustworthy, but so are you!"
"Unless you show me evidence!"
Fang Yuan was not surprised by Mammon's answer. After all, he was only one ritual away from descending to the human world; Mammon naturally wouldn't give up easily.
"Gabriel told me this herself. Of course, an Archangel wouldn't leave evidence." Fang Yuan's words caused Mammon's face to darken, but his next sentence immediately made Mammon's mouth drop open. "But Gabriel is also half a teacher to me; I once studied spellcasting with her."
"If you don't believe me, look!"
Fang Yuan directly projected his memories of studying magic at Kamar-Taj.
"I'm sure you can distinguish that these are real memories, right?" Fang Yuan said with a smile.
Mammon was stunned. With his level, he could indeed tell that these were memories shared directly by Fang Yuan.
Looking at the images projected by Fang Yuan, Mammon fell into deep thought.
Although the person instructing Fang Yuan had no hair, they indeed had the same face as Gabriel; it was definitely the same person!
No one could share a face with an Angel; even an Angel's avatar wouldn't have this happen.
Seeing that the three minutes for the [Five-Five Open Halo] were almost up, Fang Yuan naturally canceled the memory projection to avoid Mammon seeing any flaws without the protection of the halo.
At this time, Mammon also completely believed Fang Yuan's claim about his identity, but he was still unwilling to give up.
"Even if Gabriel is your teacher, you still have no evidence whether she is lying to me."
If he succeeded, he could rule the human world and become the second Satan; Mammon was willing to take this risk.
Fang Yuan was not disappointed. He had long expected that Mammon might not give up Gabriel to cooperate with him.
In that case, he could only grab what he could and leave.
Thus, he smiled slightly and proposed his suggestion: "Then how about I sell you an insurance policy?"
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