"Mammon, kill that human for me!" Seeing the demon successfully descend, Gabriel's face lit up with a triumphant expression, as if she was about to get her revenge.
"Oh, look who it is?" Mammon, who had descended in his true form, did not immediately obey Gabriel's command. Instead, he stared at her with interest and teased, "Isn't this Archangel Gabriel? Why are you in such a sorry state? Who did this?"
Coupled with the malicious grin on the other party's face, Mike had reason to suspect that the demon in front of him was a potential troublemaker.
"You..." Being mocked again made the triumphant expression on Gabriel's face freeze.
However, she quickly realized that she had lost her divine power and had no confidence to challenge a demon, let alone a powerful demon of status.
"They are all enemies who are preventing you from invading the human world, especially that young man who is quite capable. I advise you to deal with them early." Gabriel endured the humiliation, her tone softening a bit.
It was as if she was considering it for the other party.
"That's right. Although you summoned me with blood, and I'm grateful to you, please mind your attitude." Mammon's tone remained arrogant, and his words seemed to imply that he looked down on Gabriel, who had lost her divine power.
After all, cooperation also depends on strength, which is very consistent with the demon's values.
What could Gabriel do? Being no different from an ordinary person, she could only force a smile, indicating that everything Mammon said was correct.
Mammon, after "disciplining" Gabriel, did not immediately attack Mike and his group. Instead, he showed a look of interest.
"Constantine, you're famous in hell. Many demons are waiting to skin you alive when you go to hell. How about it, do you want to come and help me? I'll cover you from now on..."
To everyone's surprise, Mammon actually began to recruit subordinates: "And that kid over there, I can't see through you..."
"But if you can make Gabriel so miserable, you must have some skill. Do you want to consider coming to work for me? When I rule the human world, I'll make you a lord."
Honestly, Satan's youngest son is quite a nice guy. While recruiting, he at least knows how to paint a grand picture for the other party.
"What should we do, Mike? Can you deal with this thing?" Constantine's priest friend was killed by Mammon, so he obviously wouldn't "defect" to the other side.
However, the demon summoned by the blood of an angel had a strength that exceeded Constantine's imagination.
Constantine, the exorcist, had no confidence at all in dealing with such an existence.
"No problem, I can still handle it." Mike was not too surprised by the demon's power, and even observed him with interest.
This demon, over three meters tall and wreathed in demonic flames, felt stronger than the previous Gabriel in Mike's perception. His actual strength should be similar to Angel One.
He was a worthy opponent.
"How about it, have you thought it over?" Mammon was not far from Mike and the other person, so he clearly heard their conversation.
However, this demon, who was very confident in his own strength, did not pay too much attention to the content of their conversation.
"I'm not interested in being a demon lord, and in my eyes, you're still a bit lacking in class." Mike shook his head and calmly rejected Mammon's one-sided invitation.
"That's truly a pity." Mammon let out a low chuckle, and then the laughter grew louder: "But it's perfect, I haven't tasted the blood of a strong person in a long time, and today I'll break my fast with you!!!"
It must be said, demons are demons; their emotions change in an instant.
By the end, Mammon's aura was fully unleashed, his blood-red eyes flickering with evil red light like two small lanterns.
Behind him, a pair of huge black fleshy wings unfolded, with an unyielding black aura condensed within them.
At this moment, Mammon truly displayed his demonic king posture.
"Do you guys really like wings that much?" Mike looked at Mammon, who had soared into the sky, and after complaining, he also gathered Power of Faith to float into the air.
For a moment, one human and one demon faced each other across the air, and a great battle was on the verge of breaking out.
"Die!"
Mammon, his expression gradually becoming irritable, was the first to attack, conjuring a black tornado that pressed down on Mike.
In an instant, countless debris in the church were also swept into the sky, forming a small natural disaster.
Facing such an attack, Mike waved his hand to activate the Power of Protection, raising a shield of light in front of him.
Subsequently, countless black auras and debris crashed onto the light shield, emitting an explosion like a tsunami.
The sound waves came one after another...
Until the black tornado slowly turned into a continuous "sea," submerging Mike entirely in black aura.
If it weren't for the occasional glimpse of the holy white light of the light shield flickering in the black aura, Constantine and the others might have thought Mike had been defeated.
But the situation wasn't much better now—
In the eyes of Constantine and the others, Mike's current situation was like a small boat in a Berserk Sea, always in danger of capsizing.
"Hey, beautiful, does your boss have some trump card he hasn't used?" Just as Constantine was worrying about the situation, his peripheral vision caught Needy's expression, which didn't seem so anxious.
"Mike won't lose." Needy answered succinctly, then fell silent.
It can only be said that multiple shared missions had established an image of an undefeated "invincible" Mike in Needy's heart.
"How is this possible?" It was Gabriel, however, who let out an exaggerated gasp of surprise.
Although she had lost her divine power, her angelic insight remained.
If anyone present truly understood the situation, it was definitely Gabriel.
It was precisely because of this that Gabriel saw that although Mammon was in the "advantageous" position, he was completely helpless against his opponent.
To put it simply, one side was using its full strength, while the other was still warming up.
Above, Mammon also discovered this, but as Satan's youngest son, he obviously couldn't give up just like that.
"You can block demonic energy, but I wonder if you can block curses!" Mammon released his control over the black energy, and then with a wave of his hand, the Spear of Destiny, which had been in Gabriel's hand, instantly appeared in his own hand.
Then, dark red curses appeared on Mammon's body. These extremely evil-looking curses flowed like water, all being injected into the Spear of Destiny.
And the spearhead that had killed the Son of God finally transformed into a three-meter-long dark red spear, while red and black curses continuously flowed on the illusory spear shaft.
"Kill!!!"
Carrying the overwhelming curses, Mammon swung the fully materialized Spear of Destiny and heavily pierced the light shield.
Like the black tornado, the Spear of Destiny also failed to penetrate the light shield. However, during the subsequent stalemate, the curses on the Spear of Destiny gradually began to erode the surface of the light shield.
Immediately after, the light shield seemed to be corroded, its light slowly dimmed, and then the first crack appeared.
Then, came the second, the third...
"Bang!!!"
Finally, with a crisp sound like breaking glass, the light shield shattered into countless specks of light, which were then submerged by the black aura.
"Even if you're God, you will die here today!"
The shattering of the light shield made Mammon's confidence swell. With a ferocious expression, he swung the Spear of Destiny again, stabbing towards Mike's chest.
Countless curses swirled around the spearhead, forming an unstoppable hurricane.
"Sizzle, sizzle!"
In the muffled sound like extinguishing sparks, the scene Mammon hoped for did not appear. Mike simply grabbed the incoming Spear of Destiny with a simple grasp, and casually extinguished the curses on the spearhead.
"You're much weaker than I imagined," Mike, having fully assessed his opponent's combat power, gave an objective evaluation.
How to put it, Mammon was indeed much stronger than the blackened Gabriel, but he still couldn't make Mike serious.
Therefore, for attacks that couldn't break through his defense, their actual intensity no longer mattered.
Mike, no longer in the mood to play, then circulated Power of Faith in his hand, and with an easy squeeze, directly crushed the Spear of Destiny into fragments.
"How is this possible?" Mammon uttered the same question as Gabriel, staring at the vanished Spear of Destiny in his hand.
But Mike was no longer in the mood to explain to him.
The Power of Punishment activated, and a long white stream appeared in the air, instantly engulfing Mammon.
Before falling, Mammon finally realized that his opponent's previous actions were entirely toying with him.