While Angela was stripping down, Fang Yuan's true body had already arrived on the distant continent of Africa.
He had to test the effects of the protection money Mammon had paid.
To prevent Mammon from playing any small tricks again, Fang Yuan even left for ten days before returning to refresh his Five-Five Open Halo.
He took out the inverted cross necklace; at first glance, it looked like an ordinary black necklace, but when he injected energy into it, Fang Yuan's magic power was immediately converted into a different kind of energy.
"Demonic Power?" Fang Yuan carefully sensed the characteristics of the new energy.
Cold, evil?
Yes.
But more than that, it had higher-level characteristics like despair, terror, and the corruption of the human heart.
"This is Hell Energy! It's much stronger than ordinary Demonic Power!" Fang Yuan immediately made a judgment.
Furthermore, he discovered that his energy had not only been converted, but its power had even been enhanced; looking at his Attribute Panel, he saw that his energy attribute had been upgraded from C+ to B rank!
The higher the attribute rating, the larger the gap; the jump from C+ to B rank could be described as terrifying.
Fang Yuan even felt that this wasn't the limit of the inverted cross necklace; it was just that the energy intensity he currently provided could only be amplified this much.
"Not bad, really not bad." Fang Yuan was very satisfied.
Mammon is quite sensible.
Although Mammon's original intention might have been to use a precious treasure that could carry a more powerful curse to plot against Fang Yuan.
But under the Five-Five Open Halo, a curse? It simply didn't exist.
My Great Captain America only believes in fists.
Moreover, this energy state could be maintained indefinitely as long as Fang Yuan continued to use the inverted cross necklace.
Of course, as Fang Yuan looked at the withered grass, dead trees, and the terrifying aura in the air caused by his release of Hell Energy, he also understood that this thing shouldn't be used too often.
A total big villain.
He put away the necklace and returned to Los Angeles.
"Ravenscar! They've returned to the Mental Hospital!"
Having regained her Telepathy, Angela quickly opened her eyes and spoke.
Her gaze slowly drifted down, and realizing that her entire body was completely exposed to Fang Yuan, she hurriedly asked, "Can you let go of my hand now?"
"Oh, of course."
Angela felt a bit helpless, yet she also had a subtle feeling in her heart; Fang Yuan was handsome and had a very mysterious temperament, pulling his attraction for women to the maximum.
If it weren't for the fact that her sister had been captured and it wasn't a suitable time for flirting, Angela might have even wanted to take the initiative.
Once Angela was dressed, the gentlemanly Fang Yuan said to her, "You stay here; I'll go to the club to find Constantine and go there together."
"No, I already gave up on my sister once when I was a child; I must go and save her personally this time!" Angela said firmly.
She was referring to how she had hidden her psychic abilities as a child and hadn't testified for her sister, leading to her being treated as a child with mental problems.
Seeing her firm attitude, Fang Yuan nodded: "Follow me, and don't run around."
Although this was a major event affecting the safety of the entire World, because of the existence of Constantine as a backup plan, Fang Yuan didn't feel the slightest sense of crisis; if things really became irredeemable, he would just sacrifice Constantine to the heavens.
Constantine: "???"
So, Angela following along wouldn't have any impact.
At most, he would just avoid Angela slightly when he finished off Constantine.
That's right, Fang Yuan had already decided to follow the plot and let Constantine fall into a desperate situation; after all, he had already fleeced Mammon for benefits, and now it was time to fleece the Angel.
Signing Gabriel?
Fang Yuan thought it was a good idea; even if Gabriel was demoted to a commoner by God, if she didn't die, it was clearly God's way of testing her, so she still had great signing value.
He had said he would help God educate Gabriel; naturally, he would educate her after signing her.
Fang Yuan never said he would go head-to-head with Gabriel right now.
His main principle was that he would take the benefits, but he would decide how to handle the matters himself.
They arrived at Midnight Daddy's Club; the burly man at the door had already fallen to the ground, clearly indicating that Constantine's way of entering wasn't very friendly.
The demons that were previously visible everywhere inside had also vanished; they had all gone to the Mental Hospital to prepare for the arrival of their new Master.
And this group of demons was also the enemies Constantine expected; originally, demons and Exorcists were natural enemies, let alone in a situation like this.
Once Mammon successfully descended and ruled the mortal realm, these demons would be the meritorious officials of the new regime, able to live high on the hog with him, so they would definitely fight Constantine to the death.
But the biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans use tools; Constantine didn't have much magic power, but the reason he could become a great Exorcist was that he could reasonably utilize all advantageous props to deal with demons.
When Fang Yuan walked inside, Constantine was working industriously.
Well, to be specific, the person working industriously was Chas.
He was fusing a Golden Cross, Holy Water, bullet fragments left over from the assassination of the Pope, the blood of a High-ranking Saint, and so on, pressing them into shimmering golden bullets.
Paired with the Golden Shotgun crafted with Dragon's Breath as its core by Constantine, every single bullet could deal lethal damage to a demon.
Fang Yuan looked on with interest: "Give me one too."
That's right, Fang Yuan was going to take action personally; although he had taken Mammon's benefits, no one stipulated that one must do things just because they took the benefits.
"You need Dragon's Breath for that," Beeman shook his head, looking troubled, "I only found this one."
"Midnight should have some, right?" Fang Yuan turned his head directly to look at the Master of this place, Midnight Daddy.
Midnight Daddy had a collection of many mysterious props.
He had an Electric Chair from Sing Sing Prison; sitting on it would allow one to learn whatever they wanted to know, which was somewhat similar to the legendary Mobius Chair.
So Fang Yuan felt that Midnight Daddy definitely had some good stuff.
Midnight Daddy looked very 'Midnight'; after all, he was a black man.
He knew some Witchcraft, and in terms of spellcasting level alone, he was even a bit better than Constantine, who utilized props; because he adhered to the principle of neutrality, he was well-respected among both Exorcists and demons.
"You still need this?" Constantine frowned.
He had seen Fang Yuan perform actual magic, and those lightning bolts were much more powerful than this Dragon's Breath gun.
Fang Yuan nodded as a matter of course: "Because this looks cool."
Constantine: "..."
This reason was too flawless; he couldn't find any fault with it.
So Constantine also turned his head to look at Midnight Daddy.
Midnight Daddy immediately refused: "Giving you these holy items is already a violation of my principles; how can I provide more for him?"
"I don't even know who he is."
At that moment, Fang Yuan patted Midnight Daddy on the shoulder.
"Perspective. You need to broaden your perspective."
Fang Yuan had always been uninterested in so-called permanent neutrality.
"What neutrality? Imitating Switzerland?" Fang Yuan snorted in contempt, "That stuff is a total scam."
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