"Pfft—"
The earth cracked, and Mammon, in the rubble pit, spewed a mouthful of black blood, filled with intense unwillingness and humiliation.
His spirit and energy visibly withered.
It must be said that the Power of Faith is truly effective against dark creatures.
Meanwhile, Gabriel, who had witnessed the demon's entire defeat, looked much more at ease.
After all, happiness is relative, isn't it?
Compared to Mammon's current disheveled state, the humiliation Gabriel endured earlier seemed minor.
...
"Human, I admit you're very capable." Mammon looked at the young man slowly descending before him and said through gritted teeth, "But don't get too full of yourself. The next time we meet, I will repay today's humiliation a hundredfold."
Vengefulness, this perfectly aligns with a demon's nature.
Only this time, Mammon had clearly picked the wrong target for his threats.
"No, you won't have a next time." Mike looked down at the demon before him, extended his right hand, and a purifying force poured out.
When the pure white light touched Mammon, it was like hot oil splashed on water droplets.
Agonized wails followed...
"You... you want to kill me... Human... don't you know who I am?" Along with the wails, a look of terror appeared on Mammon's face for the first time.
It should be known that there were indeed demons stronger than Mammon in Hell. But because he was Satan's son, no matter how much trouble Mammon caused in Hell, it would always be easily overlooked.
This was the first time he had directly faced death.
"Even if Satan appeared here now, you would still die," Mike said calmly.
One sentence made Mammon's morale plummet, and the terror on his face directly turned into dread.
As the purifying force continued to exert its power, the black aura on Mammon's body rapidly dissipated. During this process, his body gradually shrank, like a punctured water bag.
"No... spare me..." Finally, Mammon, whose body had shrunk by more than half and was as thin as a skeleton, chose to beg for mercy under a huge desire to survive.
"Don't spare you? This is the first time I've heard such a request," Mike shook his head, not minding teasing the demon before him further.
[Demon Body]... [curses]... [Power of Corruption +1000]...
At the same time, Mike, who had obtained two powerful characteristic traits, showed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
To others, Mike at this moment looked even more like a demon than Mammon.
Of course, Constantine quickly pushed that thought out of his mind.
In the center of the church, just as Mammon's body had shrunk to less than a meter and he had only one breath left, Satan, the Demon King who had been watching the entire process remotely from Hell, finally couldn't sit still.
In his opinion, although his youngest son was disobedient, this level of punishment was already sufficient.
"Stop, mortal!"
Realizing that if he didn't act now, his youngest son would be gone, Satan forcibly broke through the Gate of Hell.
Accompanied by a dull roar, black mist, infinitely denser than before, rose within the glass church.
A colossal demon figure emerged from the black mist.
Mike, who had finally waited for the main culprit to appear, no longer had the heart to torment Mammon. He directly increased the output of the Power of Faith, instantly melting Mammon into dust.
The kind that couldn't be more dead.
"How dare you..." Witnessing his youngest son's death, Hellfire burned on Satan's body.
[Satan's Body (Pseudo)]... [Hellfire]... [Dimensional Power]... [Power of Corruption +10000]...
Mike had just obtained the attribute traits from Satan and hadn't even had time to study them when he felt a warmth in his heart, and then Hellfire ignited on his body.
"Mike!!!"
Amidst his companion's cries, Mike instantly turned into nothingness.
It can only be said that Satan truly lives up to his title as the King of Hell; his first move was a fatal blow that left no time to react.
"Come out, perhaps we can talk..." Satan ignored Constantine and the others around him, instead staring intently at the void before him with a grave expression.
He could sense that the true culprit who killed his youngest son had not died.
"Oh? What does the King of Hell want to discuss with me?" As the reply came, Mike regenerated from an inconspicuous drop of blood.
And in his hand, he was holding a miniature ball of Hellfire.
This change brought a look of surprise to Satan's eyes. He then shed his demon form, transforming into the elegant figure of a barefoot middle-aged man.
"You seem to have quite a few secrets." The middle-aged Satan showed a slight smile on his face and continued, "Of course, none of that matters. As long as you submit to me, I will overlook the matter of you killing Mammon. What do you think?"
There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.
It seemed that Satan didn't actually value his youngest son that much.
As for Mike, he seemed to have had a slight misjudgment of his own strength earlier. In his imagination, Satan and that mysterious God shouldn't have been much stronger than him.
But now, after seeing what appeared to be the true form of Satan, he realized that he was a whole tier below the opponent.
It wasn't a gap in ability, but a gap in the level of life.
Even with the integration of [Satan's Body (Pseudo)], this gap could not be bridged. Unless he chose to fight to the death, Mike posed no threat at all to an existence like Satan.
Just as he was thinking about how to maneuver around the opponent and buy himself some development time, the image of God on the fresco at the top of the glass church suddenly came to life.
Endless holy light showered down, and God, clad in white linen, walked to stand opposite Satan.
"Satan, you have broken our agreement..." God calmly gazed at the King of Hell.
At the same time, the holy white light on his body and the black mist behind Satan formed a standoff.
"You old geezer, instead of staying in Heaven, you actually descended to the mortal realm for a human." Satan, whose aura was suppressed, showed a mocking expression on his face.
The mortal realm, as a buffer zone between Hell and Heaven, serves to integrate the two realms.
To maintain the balance among the three, Satan and God had agreed not to directly interfere in the affairs of the mortal realm.
Therefore, even for Satan and God, breaking through the Gate of Hell and the God Gate to descend to the mortal realm would require a great price.
"I did not come for someone in particular," God shook his head and continued, "If you return to Hell now, I will pretend that nothing happened this time."
Although he said that, the partiality in God's words was already very obvious.
"And you say you didn't come for him." As the King of Hell, Satan was certainly not stupid. After another sarcastic remark, he said, "It's fine if you want me to go back, but there must be an explanation for the death of my youngest son."
Satan also cared about his reputation; his son had just died right before him. If he let the killer off so easily, how could he continue to be the Demon King in Hell?
"Everything in the world has cause and effect. He killed your son, and you made a move against him. How about we call it even?" God played the peacemaker.
In fact, at the level of God and Satan, if there were no accidents, neither could truly harm the other, and saying more would just be bickering.
Satan clearly knew this as well. He bypassed God and looked at Mike, saying, "Kid, I'll be reasonable. As long as you can withstand three of my moves without dying, we'll consider today's matter settled. How about it?"
"That last one counts as one move, you just need to take two more of my moves, and we'll be even."
Satan looked magnanimous, trying to entice Mike.
However, the truth was that while Satan couldn't quite see through the young man before him, he had even stronger methods and didn't believe that two more chances wouldn't be enough to kill this young man.
Everything was just waiting for the other party to take the bait.
After all, if Mike was killed through a 'contract' or some small trick, God, who was nearby, wouldn't be able to say anything.
"No, not two moves..." Mike, who was being watched by everyone, suddenly looked up at Satan and said confidently, "As long as you take one of my moves, I'll let you return to your Hell, and we'll forget about today's matter."
His expression and tone made it seem as if he was the one with the advantage.
Satan, who had planned so much, never expected such an answer and asked in surprise, "Kid, you haven't been scared silly, have you?"
"I'm perfectly normal." Mike showed a heartfelt smile and said, "On the contrary, you have underestimated my abilities and overestimated your own strength."
At the same time, Mike's body erupted with an aura comparable to that of Satan and God.
This was also the source of his confidence.