Chapter 31 Surprise mother f**ker
Whoosh!!
Holy Fire Sword Qi pierced through Belur's afterimage, tearing through the airflow and fiercely slashing against the wall.
Boom!!
After a burst of roaring sound, dust splattered everywhere, and the wall was instantly slashed with a clearly visible crack.
A dark thick fog condensed on that eerie White bone mountain, and then turned into Belur's appearance.
His pair of beastly pupils stared fixedly at Lynn, and besides horror, a trace of surprise was revealed on his face.
"Angel's power?"
Belur frowned tightly, red light swirling in his eyes, constantly sizing up the man in front of him who was wearing a bear hood, iron armor, and holding a flowing fire blade.
"I can perceive that there is no magic fluctuation on your body, but this sword has a sacred power similar to an Angel... Could you be a descendant left behind in the human world by some Angel?"
"I have a question, why do you demons come to this ghost place of Gotham?" Lynn asked curiously.
This Belur was much stronger than the small fry demons encountered before, dodging away instantly by casting dark magic, at least he was an elite monster.
"This place is full of talents, and it is also a gathering place of hope and despair. For us demons, it's a good place to reap souls," Belur explained.
"But you demons coming to Gotham, isn't it no different from eating shit?"
Lynn waved the flowing fire blade, a mocking smile appearing on his face as he provoked:
"The Water here has all sorts of bizarre things, and underground there are even countless curses from Loki and Hell Lords. You demons dare to come here... Could it be that you really like eating shit?"
"..."
Hearing this, Belur's expression suddenly stiffened, and then a cruel smile appeared on his ferocious face.
"Kid, although I don't know why you possess an Angel's weapon, provoking a high-tier demon like this... Do you know what the consequences are?"
Hearing this, Constantine and Raven immediately protected Lynn behind them, their muscles tense all over, their expressions extremely vigilant.
Lynn raised an eyebrow, looked at the blood bags and resurrection cards in his system backpack, and then looked at the demon in front of him with a weird expression.
"Consequences? You, an NPC, talking to me, a player, about consequences, competing with a player like me, do you have that strength?"
"Good, good, good!" Belur said "good" three times, his cruel smile becoming even more sinister.
"Since you are looking for death, I will take your soul first... I hope you won't beg me for mercy when you are being tortured!"
Lynn put away the flowing fire blade and casually pulled out his Rocket launcher and vulcan gatling from the system backpack.
"Since that's the case, I'll get serious too."
He carried the Rocket launcher in one hand and set up the vulcan gatling in the other, the pitch-black muzzle and gun barrel aimed squarely at Belur, emitting a strong smell of Fire powder.
Seeing this, Belur couldn't help sneering.
"Mortal, you wouldn't think these ordinary weapons could be effective against me, would you?"
Hearing this, Lynn's mouth split open, revealing a smile purer than a snow leopard.
"What if every single one of my bullets and shells is forged from pure silver?"
Belur: "... Fuck!"
In the DC Universe, most Demons and Vampires fear silverware, holy Water, and sacred power.
Even as a great demon, Belur shared this weakness.
Rat-tat-tat!!
Seeing the moment Belur's expression stiffened, Lynnpulled the trigger.
The two weapons of mass destruction instantly erupted with dazzling Fire light, and the terrifying Fire power instantly poured toward Belur ahead.
Bullets and shells intertwined, turning into a torrent of steel, instantly blasting the corpses and eerie White bone mountain ahead into ruins, and even causing the wall to collapse instantly.
Boom, boom, boom!!
The shells directly razed the room to the ground, until smoke filled the air and no more sound came from ahead.
Constantine looked at the pierced wall and room in front of him, his facial skin twitching involuntarily.
How did this guy pull out a gatling gun and a Rocketcannon out of thin air?
Raven's pair of U.S. eyes were full of brilliance. She looked at the man wearing the bear hood ahead, feeling somewhat curious about what kind of face was under the hood.
Among all the people she had ever met, Lynn was the most special, with a combat style completely different from anyone else.
Even most of the time, she only needed to stand aside and act as support.
Full of a sense of security.
"Is he dead?" Raven gazed at the thick fog lingering ahead and asked curiously.
Lynn shook his head: "No."
The smoke quickly scattered with the wind, revealing a tall and sturdy Shadow.
Belur was covered in blood holes, his face so gloomy that Water was almost dripping from it, his pair of eyes staring fixedly at Lynn, wishing he could eat him alive.
"Damn mortal, do you know who you are facing?"
Lynn surveyed the injuries all over Belur's body, a disdainful expression appearing on his face.
"An elite monster is an elite monster. You are not as good as the Venom Wolverine I fought last time; at least he wouldn't be wounded by bullets and shells."
"Audacious! A mere mortal...!"
Belur instantly became furious.
He suddenly rushed in front of Lynn, his developed legs suddenly exerting force, and the entire demon jumped straight up, his huge body like Mount Tai pressing down, plunging toward Lynn.
Obviously, this demon wanted to use his tonnage to let Lynn know what the wrath of a great demon was.
Needless to say, as a high-tier demon, his speed was astonishing, and even his strength was far beyond what ordinary people could compare to.
If Constantine faced this move, he would probably be caught off guard.
It was just a pity that what he faced was Lynn.
Lynn directly put away the Rocket launcher and gatling gun, and took out the transformation stick from the system backpack.
With a casual wave of the transformation stick, a colorful light instantly enveloped Belur's body.
Almost in an instant, the demon over three meters tall with a fat figure resembling Baogang turned directly into a carrot under the effect of the transformation stick.
The carrot steadily landed on the ground, rolled in front of Chas, and didn't move at all.
Raven, who had been worried whether Lynn would get injured, saw this scene, and her azure eyes suddenly widened.
"OMG, what kind of magic is this?" Her face was full of surprise and curiosity.
magic that could turn objects into food, she had seen, but magic that turned a high-tier demon into food, she had never heard of.
Not only her, but even Constantine and Chas beside her were instantly stunned when they saw this scene.
Constantine stared closely at the radish on the ground, his eyes suddenly widening.
"What the fuck! Is there any magic that can actually turn a high-tier demon into a carrot?"
Only Chas had a worried expression, looking at the carrot on the ground and asking:
"This guy's transformation time won't be only a few seconds... right?"
Before he finished speaking, Belur changed back from the carrot form, standing steadily in front of Chas with a cruel smile on his face.
"Surprise mother f**ker!"
Chas: "..."
Chapter 32: Do elite monsters also have a second phase?"
"Chas, watch out!"
In the dim hall, Constantine pulled Chas behind him, then slipped holy silver brass knuckles onto his right hand and viciously smashed them toward Belur in front of him.
"Belur, I fuck your whole family!"
Accompanied by the angry cursing, the holy silver brass knuckles instantly emitted a faint holy light, slamming solidly onto Belur's ferocious and terrifying face.
"Clang!"
The crisp sound of metal collision instantly exploded.
Belur was smashed back repeatedly by this heavy blow carrying sacred power.
His body, covered in bloody holes, swayed heavily a few times, and thick, pitch-black foul blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the ground.
"Damn Constantine... You exorcists... Do you really want to kill me on my turf?!"
Belur roared.
"Who says this is your turf? Batman hasn't even said anything, who do you think you are?" Lynn said with disdain.
Belur took a deep breath and began to back away while looking at the crowd in front of him.
"If you have the ability, one-on-one. What kind of ability is it for so many of you to bully a weak, pitiful, and helpless demon like me?"
Raven let out a cold shout, and the red gem on her forehead suddenly burst with dazzling red light.
"To deal with a cunning and despicable demon like you, we would have to be fools to go one-on-one, and... this is called a righteous gang beating!"
Several pitch-black Shadow tentacles burst out of the ground, tightly wrapping around Belur's limbs and pinning him to the collapsed broken wall.
"So... just rest assured and go die for me!"
As her voice fell, the gem's light grew even brighter, and eerie blue soul flames ignited on the Shadow tentacles, beginning to burn Belur's fat body as well as his soul.
"Aah-aah!!"
Belur struggled frantically, his face full of ferocious and distorted expressions.
"You're also a demon? I can sense that you possess Trigon's power within your body. Why are you helping them? Trigon, that despicable and cunning Hell Lord, actually turns his elbow outward and bestows his power to a wet-behind-the-ears brat like you?!"
He cursed through gritted teeth, as if he and the Hell LordTrigon were irreconcilable enemies.
Even Lynn, upon hearing Belur's roar, couldn't help but feel that this guy Trigon was truly hateful.
"He is my father."
Raven said expressionlessly, responding calmly.
Belur: "..."
"It's over, the things I just cursed Trigon with weren't heard by him, right?"
"I was fucking just running my mouth!"
"However, speaking of which, you truly live up to being the Hell Lord's daughter to possess such powerful strength..."
Belur endured the pain of his body being burned and tried hard to say some nice things, wanting to improve his current situation.
"Presumably that Hell Lord must have a very good relationship with you, can you let me go?"
Raven glanced at him indifferently, then silently increased the burning intensity.
"We are enemies... mortal enemies!"
The expression on Belur's face completely froze, and even his eyelids twitched constantly.
"I'm not playing anymore, I fuck all your mothers!"
Lynn stood not far away, looking at Belur with a strange expression, his face full of sympathy.
"This guy... is so miserable."
"Aah-aah!!"
The burning sensation of the soul flames became increasingly intense, and Belur's fat body twisted frantically within the Shadow tentacles.
The expression on his face was instantly replaced by extreme pain, his ferocious facial features squished together.
Pitch-black foul blood continuously dripped onto the ground, and a thick stench mixed with a burnt smell drifted in the air.
His face, already covered in bloody holes, began to crack extensively, and black mist frantically drifted out from the cracks, as if something was about to break through its restraints.
"Something's wrong! He's casting some kind of terrifying dark magic!"
Seeing this scene, Constantine's expression changed abruptly.
"Increase the power, Rachel, don't let him use this dark magic!"
Raven knitted her slender brows tightly, the red light of the red gem on her forehead surged drastically, and the eerie blue flames on the Shadow tentacles suddenly erupted with scorching high temperatures.
Yet at this moment, Belur suddenly stopped wailing and instead let out a bizarre, manic laugh. That laughter was sharp and piercing, completely unlike his previous rough and hoarse voice.
"Stupid humans... Do you think that with just this little bit of strength you can kill me?"
Suddenly, his abdomen bulged high, as if a giant beast was rolling and churning inside.
His originally fat body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Shadow tentacles were forcibly stretched taut, constantly making creaking snapping sounds.
Raven's face turned pale as she urged her magic with all her might, but she could only watch helplessly as those incomparably tough tentacles snapped inch by inch.
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, Belur's abdomen exploded with a roar!
Pitch-black flesh and bones splattered everywhere, and the ruins were instantly filled with a thick stench mixed with blood and sulfur.
A thick pillar of pitch-black light emerged from the exploded wound, shining onto the ceiling.
Black mist churned within the light pillar, and a pair of giant eyes burning with scarlet flames could be vaguely seen, as an incomparably terrifying aura suddenly spread like Mount Tai pressing down.
"Huh? Elite monsters also have a second phase?" Lynnraised an eyebrow, and then his face revealed a look of pleasant surprise.
Believing that this elite monster would definitely stack quite a few layers for his Feast.
Thinking this, Lynn immediately took out the flowing fire blade from his system inventory, full of excitement as he rushed forward.
"Don't be impulsive!"
Constantine grabbed Lynn, his solemn face filled with gloom, and even the depths of his eyes buried a trace of panic.
"This aura... is more than ten times stronger than Belur, it's definitely a higher-tier great demon!"
As his voice fell, the light pillar slowly converged, and the figure of a giant demon gradually condensed into form.
He had two horns on his head, his eyes were scarlet and bloodthirsty, his appearance was ferocious like a lizard, and blue-gray scales covered his entire body, gleaming with a metallic cold light.
And on his back, ferocious wings with a wingspan of more than five meters moved slightly, and a fierce, murderous aura immediately rushed forward.
Belur's tattered body turned into a ball of black mist under the giant demon's feet, being completely absorbed by the giant demon.
He moved his neck, making a cracking sound of bone friction, and his scarlet, bloodthirsty eyes looked towards Lynn and the others.
"This shell is too weak after all."
The voice was incomparably piercing, resembling a rusty iron gate continuously opening and closing.
Gazing at Constantine, a trace of a playful expression appeared on the giant demon's face.
"John Constantine... Long time no see."
Hearing this familiar voice, Constantine's expression stiffened and stood in place as if struck by a bolt of lightning.
He stared dead at the giant demon's face, his eyes filled with monstrous anger and hatred.
"It's you... Nergal!" Constantine recognized at a glance who this great demon in front of him was.
"Oh? You actually still remember me."
Nergal tilted his head, a mocking smile appearing on his face.
"That's right, on that night in Newcastle, you watched helplessly as I dragged that little girl named Astra into hell. At that time, you cried like an unweaned child... truly unforgettable."
Hearing this, Constantine's face instantly surged with an expression of anger.
He couldn't forget that night, nor could he forget the girl who went to hell because of him!
Just as they were talking like old friends of many years.
Raven cast different-dimension spatial magic, transferring dozens of dying little demons chopped into demon sticks right in front of Lynn.
Following that, with a thought in Lynn's mind, a giant beast phantom appeared on his body, directly swallowing these little demons.
"[Feast stacks: 100]"
"[Slain a large number of evil creatures, the flowing fire blade begins ascending tiers, required time——15 minutes.]"
And then...
While Nergal still had a mocking smile lingering on his face and kept mocking Constantine.
Lynn rushed in front of him with an excited face, the flowing fire blade in his hand slicing through the air and fiercely hacking at the vital parts of his lower body.
"Speaking of which... I haven't killed an elite monster in its second phase yet, you better not disappoint me!"
"Nergal: ???"
"Is this guy a madman?"
Chapter 33: Za... Warudo!
Bang!!
Just as the flowing fire blade, burning with golden holy flames, was about to slash Nergal's lower body, his figure instantly turned into a blurry afterimage and vanished from everyone's sight.
"Why don't you take a look behind you?"
A massive shadow enveloped Lynn as a low, raspy voice came from behind him.
A whistling wind from a fist blew past, and a fist larger than a sandbag smashed fiercely toward Lynn's bear head mask.
"Man!"
At the critical moment, the Laoda Martial Soul smashed heavily against Nergal's fist, allowing Lynn to spin around and face Nergal once again.
Unfortunately, Lynn wasn't as fast as Nergal. If it were the Flash, he would have been able to Flash behind Nergal at this moment, and perhaps even give him a backdoor surprise.
Nergal looked at Lynn in front of him, then at the black Laoda Martial Soul behind him, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.
What the hell is this thing?
"A 'Neiga'? Or some kind of guardian spirit?"
Nergal found it somewhat unbelievable.
First an Angel's weapon, and now this evil spirit-like thing... How does this human possess so many strange little things?
He shook his head, the two horns on his head starting to think, telling him to crush with raw power. He immediately grinned, revealing a cruel smile.
"Mortal... I'm becoming more and more interested in you."
Just then, not far away, Constantine quietly took out his silver crucifix and began chanting an obscure incantation.
As the incantation was chanted, the crucifix instantly flashed with a faint light. Following that, he gripped the crucifix tightly and threw it fiercely at Nergal.
Whoosh!!
Nergal's figure instantly turned into a dark afterimage, deftly dodging the crucifix.
Seeing this, Constantine's face darkened.
"Shit!"
Before he could react, Nergal suddenly rushed in front of him and landed a heavy punch right into Constantine's abdomen.
Bang!!
The immense force sent Constantine flying backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily into the pile of rotten meat behind him.
Constantine's face was filled with pain: "My back!"
"Constantine!"
Seeing this, Rachel's expression changed slightly. The red gem on her forehead erupted with a blinding red light, and her eyes instantly turned from blue to red.
The next moment, a massive raven phantom condensed behind her.
This was her soul ability, capable of releasing her own soul in the form of a giant black raven.
The soul, composed of spirit and magic power, could gather visual and auditory information and inflict a certain amount of physical damage.
"Screech!!"
The giant raven phantom let out a sharp screech, its beak and talons glowing with eerie blue soul fire as it clawed fiercely at Nergal's head.
Sensing the raven's movement, a Flash of disdain crossed Nergal's face.
"Too slow, too slow!"
He didn't even bother to turn around. The hideous wings on his back flapped violently, creating a barrier of gale-force winds wrapped in magic power.
"Trigon's brat... Have you not seen a real archdevil in too long, and forgotten that we devils can use magic too?"
With a bang, the raven phantom slammed into the barrier, soul fire and magic power colliding violently with a sizzling, corrosive sound.
Almost at the instant of impact, the phantom turned noticeably more translucent, causing Raven's face to turn pale as well.
"It's useless."
Nergal stood tall, his brownish-yellow vertical pupils sweeping over everyone present, his lips curling into a cruel grin.
"Without the limitations of Belur's vessel, you can't possibly keep up with my current speed. Combined with my abundant magic power, you are no match for me at all."
"Who knows unless we try?"
Lynn gripped the flowing fire blade tightly and swung his right hand forward violently.
Whoosh!!
The Holy Fire Sword Qi slashed toward Nergal once again, but he quickly dodged it.
"I said, you can't hit me at all." Nergal shook his head, a strategic smile of complete control appearing on his face.
"Your holy fire should burn out very soon, right? When that time comes, what other means will you have to face me?"
"Oh?" Lynn raised an eyebrow. "How about this then?"
Almost the instant the words left his mouth, countless dense waves of flame sword qi slashed toward Nergal.
Sword qi crisscrossed as the holy fire ignited the air, turning the entire ruins into a sea of fire, with holy power sweeping toward Nergal in an overwhelming wave.
Nergal: "..."
Wait, how did you suddenly turn on cheats in the middle of a fight?
[flowing fire blade has successfully ascended. The current stage is Stage Two. Every swing of the blade can unleash Holy Fire Sword Qi, and the holy fire will only extinguish if the wielder's will allows it.]
[Description: Eternity's burning wings, carry me away from mortal decay.]
An overwhelming deluge of Holy Fire Sword Qi slashed densely toward Nergal, like an ocean of sword qi made of holy fire surging forward.
This Holy Fire Sword Qi was incredibly violent. If it hit Nergal, he would probably end up scattered in pieces.
But his speed was top-tier even among the archdevils of Hell; the speed of this sword qi was completely negligible to him.
Nergal sneered:
"Too slow, too slow!
So what if you can unleash so much sword qi?
If you can't hit me, it's completely useless in the end. I'm standing right here, hit me if you can, you idiot!"
With that, an unbridled mock appeared on his face.
"You said it yourself. I've never heard such a cheap request in my entire life.
In that case... Za... Warudo!"
Lynn suddenly let out a loud shout, and a magical power surged out, instantly freezing the entire World.
First was the clock on the wall; as the gears turning inside stopped, the rapidly ticking second hand also ground to a halt.
Then, everyone standing in the ruins was put on pause. Even the blood sliding silently down the wall was stopped dead in its tracks by an invisible, mysterious power, no longer falling.
[Character Card: Dio Brando (from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Vampire lineage, possesses the Stand "World", can pause time for 9 seconds)]
"Phew... Luckily I had this character card. It's just a shame that character cards are single-use, and their duration is usually only thirty minutes to two hours...
This elite mob's second stage is way too hard to fight. He's fast and strong, almost on par with a boss."
Seeing Nergal frozen by the mighty power of the time stop, Lynn quickly walked up to him.
He could even see the frozen smugness and disdain on Nergal's face, as if he still believed Lynn couldn't possibly hit him.
"Fortunately, I can pause time for 9 seconds. I wonder if the Flash in neighboring Central City could still run if he encountered an overpowered ability like time stop."
Holding the flowing fire blade, Lynn stared intently at the weakness in Nergal's lower body, his lips curling up into a cruel smile.
"So you're very fast and I can't hit you, huh?
Let's see how many hits your weakness can take!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the flowing fire blade in Lynn's hand began to swing continuously.
One Holy Fire Sword Qi after another instantly flew to a distance of just one centimeter from Nergal's lower body's weakness, stopping abruptly under the mighty power of time.
Lynn's arms swung so fast they left afterimages. Not only that, his Laoda Martial Soul also continuously elbowed Nergal's lower body in sync with his left elbowing motion.
"Man! Man! Man..."
Soon, 5 seconds had passed.
After finishing his assault, Lynn returned to his original position, put away the flowing fire blade, and took out the vulcan gatling and his Rocket launcher from his system inventory.
In the next instant—
Silver bullets instantly turned into a torrent of steel, rushing out of the barrels and stopping almost completely just one centimeter away from Nergal's lower body's vital spot, along with the silver shells.
He fired for a full 4 seconds, unleashing immense firepower, before finally putting away the gatling gun and Rocket launcher, looking at the motionless Nergal in front of him.
Snap!
Lynn raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"Time resumes its flow..."
Chapter 34: The Arrival of the Boss Hell Lord Nergal!
1247 Engstrom Street Manor.
The gears of the clock resumed turning, the hands ticking rhythmically.
The suspended raindrops, under the pull of gravity, trickled down the walls mixed with blood, slowly falling to the ground.
Raindrops splashed onto the ground, spreading rapidly in all directions and gradually condensing into a hazy mist that enveloped the entire city.
"Hmph, fool. Your sword qi couldn't possibly hit me..."
Nergal wore a look of utter disdain, an arrogant smirk lingering on his face.
It seemed as though the group of humans before him were no more dangerous than infants, posing no threat whatsoever.
Yet somehow, before he could finish his sentence, countless strands of Holy Fire Sword Qi combined with the terrifying force of an elbow strike slammed viciously into the vulnerability of his lower body.
In almost an instant, as if struck by an immensely powerful blow, Nergal was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Not only that, but as he flew backward, his lower half instantly exploded into a bloody mess, engulfed in burning divine flames until not a single piece remained.
A pungent, sulfurous reek of bloody stench instantly filled the air, and excruciating pain enveloped Nergal's whole body.
He lay on the ground, face deathly pale, teeth clenched, helplessly clutching his excruciatingly painful lower body.
His voice, originally low and raspy, turned high-pitched and trembling.
"...Fu...ck!"
Who the hell ambushed my manhood?!
"What just happened?" Raven stared at the severely injured Nergal, completely stunned.
How did this extremely fast high-ranking demon's lower half suddenly get blown to bits?
Not just her—on the other side, Constantine, who was slowly pushing himself up against a broken wall, was equally baffled.
Watching Nergal curl up in agony, he rubbed his eyes and said in shock:
"Did I get hit so hard I'm hallucinating? How did this bastard suddenly get so badly injured?"
"Maybe... because he's a demon?" Chas, beside him, speculated.
He didn't know either why Nergal, who had a huge advantage, had his lower body explode in an instant.
But he knew this was their chance.
Chas pulled a water bottle from his bag and handed it to Constantine, a resolute expression on his face.
"John, blast him with your holy water and rescue Trish."
Holy water was made by placing a cross blessed by a high-ranking clergy member into water.
To demons, holy water was no different from concentrated sulfuric acid; it could weaken their power.
...
Not far away, a pale Raven also stood up, her azure eyes once again swirling with crimson light.
At this tense moment, Lynn slowly walked past the two of them, tossing a bag of soy milk into each of their hands.
"I've already brought his HP down below 20%. You two just use the hajimi north-south mung beans to recover health, and don't steal my kill."
Constantine:???
Raven:???
Hearing this, both of them were completely dumbfounded.
What did he mean, 'don't steal my kill'?
Now is when Nergal is critically wounded. If we don't take this chance to gank him with justice, what if he escapes?
But in the next second, all the worries in their hearts vanished instantly.
Because... a terrifying and hideous behemoth appeared over Lynn.
The moment this behemoth appeared, an insanely terrifying suction force began pulling Nergal's battered body toward it.
"No... What is this thing?!"
Nergal stared in terror at the phantom of the behemoth on Lynn, fear sweeping over him like a tidal wave.
"No... My Lord, Lord Nergal, save me!"
Before the words had even fully left his mouth, he was completely consumed by Lynn's Feast, leaving not even his soul behind.
[Feast Stacks: 103 (Stats: Strength +8, Speed +7, Intelligence +3, magic Immunity: Partial immunity to magic)]
"Nergal..."
Lynn remembered that this was the Hell Lord mentioned in the BOSS quest, and Nergal had also spoken this name before dying.
He turned his head to look at Constantine and Raven. At this moment, Raven and Constantine were staring at the hajimi north-south mung beans in their hands, studying them closely.
Lynn asked, "Do you know the Nergal he mentioned?"
"Nergal?"
Hearing this, Raven immediately put away the soy milk and said in a deep voice,
"I know him. He is the Hell Lord of the plague demons, ruling over the domain of decay and plague."
Constantine beside her also nodded and walked over to the two of them.
"If Nergal is the Hell Lord supporting Nergal behind the scenes, then everything makes sense."
"Oh?" Lynn raised an eyebrow and asked again, "It seems you know him well. So what weaknesses do Hell Lords usually have?"
Constantine shook his head. "Hell Lords are extremely powerful. Conventional weapons barely have any effect on them."
Raven nodded and added, "They are virtually immortal existences. Crosses, holy water, and silver weapons are completely useless against them.
Unless you use holy weapons or heavenly magic against them."
As she spoke, as if remembering something, she added:
"My father was sealed away by me back then using a holy weapon."
Lynn: "..."
What exemplary filial piety.
"So in other words, my flowing fire blade can deal with that guy?"
Lynn glanced at the flowing fire blade in his system inventory, thinking to himself.
The flowing fire blade was currently still in its second stage. To reach the final third stage, he still needed to kill a lot of evil creatures.
But now, Belur's manor had been reduced to ruins by them, and the demons of Gotham had nearly all been wiped out. Where else was he going to find evil creatures?
Just as Lynn was pondering in his mind—
Buzz! Buzz!
A series of buzzing sounds suddenly resounded from outside the manor, as if countless invisible drumbeats were striking deep within their eardrums, piercingly sharp.
Accompanying the buzzing, a blinding red light abruptly flared outside the manor.
The red light pierced through the hazy mist, dyeing half the sky an eerie dark red like pigment.
Under the red light, crimson magic circles began spreading wildly along the ground.
Wherever the magic circles passed, flagstones cracked and weeds withered.
Dense black fog bubbled out from the cracks of the magicarray, releasing an indescribable stench into the air.
"This is..."
Seeing this, Constantine's expression changed drastically. He hastily turned his head toward the manor's main gate, staring intently at the magic circles exhibiting strange activity.
"The aura of Hell? Why are the sights and aura of Hell appearing here?"
Seeing this scene, Raven's delicate brows knit together tightly, her azure eyes full of gravity.
"Hell has begun invading Gotham. That Hell Lord has made his move!"
Rumble!!
A deafening roar echoed out.
Immediately following that, the area where everyone stood transformed instantly into a hellish abyss burning with green flames.
Countless plague demons covered in tentacles and pustules squirmed in the abyss, terrifying to behold.
And the ruins before them had turned at some point into a castle built from bones and rotting flesh.
At the top of the castle, a tall, looming figure was dimly visible, shrouded in plague mist.
"The mortal realm... This scent of decay and pestilence is truly mesmerizing to me..."
Looking at the evil creatures that had suddenly appeared, Lynn gripped his flowing fire blade tightly, his body trembling slightly.
Raven noticed Lynn's condition and hastily spoke up to comfort him:
"Don't be afraid. Hell hasn't fully invaded Gotham yet; we still have a chance."
Lynn shook his head. "I'm not afraid."
"Then why are you trembling?"
Looking at the countless demons ahead, he gritted his teeth into an excited grin.
"I'm excited!"
With so many evil creatures, it will definitely allow the flowing fire blade to reach its third stage, right?
Chapter 35: Satan Should Have Had a Tattoo of You on His Back
Gusts of chilly wind blew as a crimson mist gradually filled the air. Debris and skeletal remains continued to make music and dance, looking just like love.
Slash!!
The Holy Fire Sword Qi suddenly shattered this beautiful scene, and with a swift slash, chopped off a demon's five limbs.
Blood splattered and limbs fell all over the ground; this city now had one more heartbroken demon.
But as a player who respected the elderly and cherished the young, Lynn naturally couldn't bear to see the demons in such pain, so he unleashed Feast upon the pale-faced demons.
[Feast Stacks: 104]
"Nergal has appeared and begun his invasion of Gotham. What should we do?"
Raven raised her hand and blasted an energy beam fiercely into a demon's lower body before rushing to Lynn's side.
"Why are you only targeting their weak spots?" Lynn asked in confusion.
"Is that not enough?" Raven countered. "I learned it from you."
Lynn shook his head. "Targeting weak spots is correct, but you haven't grasped the essence."
As he spoke, he swung the flowing fire blade in his hand once more, instantly severing a Minotaur Demon's five limbs. Golden holy flames raged at the demon's wounds, making a sizzling sound.
"Awooooowww!!" The Minotaur Demon let out a shrill, agonizing scream.
Lynn turned to look at Raven beside him and smiled, saying:
"See, just targeting their weak spots isn't enough. You have to be like me—chop off their limbs so that while they feel the pain, they can't even cover the hurting spots with their hands."
Raven: "..."
You really are a living King Yama.
Satan should have had a tattoo of you on his back instead.
"Jie jie jie..."
A hoarse and sharp laughter echoed from the sky, as grating as a cat scratching its claws against glass.
Lynn looked up at the sturdy, towering figure and couldn't help but curl his lips.
With this laughter, anyone who didn't know better would think Nergal had gone next door and eaten a few Emperor Huntians.
Nergal looked at Gotham, which was shrouded in Hell, and slowly raised his right hand.
A thick green mist condensed in his palm, turning into countless tiny plague spores in the air and scattering with the wind.
The Plague Demons who had been locked in combat with Lynn and Raven instantly went berserk after inhaling the spores. Their bodies ballooned, their wounds healed rapidly, and even their attacks carried corrosive green fire.
"Awoo! Power, I feel the power!!"
A canine demon clenched its fists, as hyperactive as a Teddy dog, and smashed down fiercely toward Lynn.
And then...
He was thoroughly sliced and diced by Chef Lynn's exquisite blade work. His limbs, along with his lower-body weak spot, were completely removed, and he mumbled gibberish like, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"These plague spores can boost the demons' strength and even corrode magic power!" Raven's face turned grim.
Lynn wielded his flowing fire blade, constantly slashing out Holy Fire Sword Qi, but these berserk demons not only became faster and stronger, but their defense was also enhanced.
Low-level demons that used to take only a few slashes to be turned into demon sticks now required over a dozen.
Not only that, but when the green fire splashed onto him, even the iron armor of his bear da suit was corroded, forming tiny holes.
"Tsk... the bear da suit has no magic resistance. It'll easily get damaged if it's contaminated by this stuff. Plus... this big boss just gave these mobs a group buff. This is a bit tricky."
While Lynn claimed it was tricky, his blade fell swiftly, chopping off the demons' weak spots.
...
"Everyone, hold the line for a bit. I'm going to get reinforcements."
Constantine quickly retreated, shielding everyone in front of him, and immediately turned to run outside.
However, he hadn't run far before he came back again.
"Didn't you say you were going to get reinforcements?" Raven asked, annoyed.
Constantine remained silent, merely pointing repeatedly at the demons in front of him. He could see the hideous, lecherous smiles plastered on their faces.
It was a desire for his backside.
"Time to risk it all."
Constantine gritted his teeth, pulled out an ancient bronze crucifix from his coat, and fished out the holy water Chashad just given him.
Splashing the holy water onto the crucifix, he began to chant an obscure and solemn incantation:
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I recite the Covenant of Heaven..."
This was Constantine's ultimate trump card.
Back then, he had relied on this move to summon an Angeland escape with his life from the trap of the Hell Lord, Nergal.
"Constantine... I recognize you. Many demons in Hell are eyeing your soul."
As the golden light soared into the sky, the Hell LordNergal also noticed Constantine.
A playful smile flashed across his face as he said:
"They all say that when you signed contracts, you screwed over quite a few demons... Once your soul is in my hands, I'll make sure they give you a warm welcome..."
Constantine couldn't help but feel his backside tighten.
"You guys really play wild, truly worthy of an exorcist from Britain," Lynn's voice drifted over from the side. "Even in Hell, so many demons are still eyeing your backside."
"They're just demons, not humans," Constantine rolled his eyes. "Even if I swing both ways, there's no way I'd sleep with creatures like demons."
"Hehe... Constantine, once I get your soul, I will turn you into a woman and let countless demons of Hell taste you!"
Nergal waved his hand, and the hellfire surged, heading straight for the crucifix in Constantine's hand.
In the next instant, the rotting green fire climbed onto the silver crucifix, which instantly cracked all over and crumbled into a pile of debris.
"No!"
Constantine stared blankly at the flying debris in his hand, his face looking as awful as if his backdoor had been breached by the G-four.
"My magic... was interrupted by him!"
He could clearly feel that his connection with Heaven had been forcibly severed by the green fire.
This meant he could no longer summon an Angel down.
Not only that, but more and more low-level demons were gathering around, and green fire and black mist shrouded the entire ruins of the manor.
Some demons had even begun rushing toward downtown Gotham. It wouldn't be long before the entire Gotham Cityturned into a branch of Hell.
"Dammit..." Constantine glared at the smug Nergal ahead. "Do I really have to use *that* move?"
He did have one last trump card that could guarantee Nergal's banishment back to Hell.
But if he did, his soul would truly be dragged down to Hell.
Choose to go to Hell alone, or let the entire population of Gotham go to Hell?
Constantine hesitated in his heart.
...
Raven had a splitting headache. The ruby sealed her father as well as her demonic bloodline, leaving her almost completely powerless against Nergal's invasion of Gotham.
If Gotham became a branch of Hell, her father Trigonwould very likely be resurrected. But if her demonic bloodline awakened, Trigon would resurrect immediately.
Either way, it was a path she was unwilling to choose.
"Is there really no other way?" Raven's expression was grim to the extreme.
"A way?"
Nergal swept his gaze over the people on the ground and sneered.
"Gotham has already begun turning into a branch of Hell. If you still have a way to stop it, wouldn't that mean my title as a Hell Lord has gone to the dogs?"
The magic circle had already begun forcibly transforming Gotham into the likeness of Hell. Even if Raven's old man came, there would be absolutely no way to reverse this situation.
Thinking of this, the corners of Nergal's mouth couldn't help but curl upward.
"Who else in this world could ruin my plans?"
Just then, a calm voice suddenly rang out.
"You might really have to go to the dogs."
Lynn held the blazing flowing fire blade, looking at Nergalahead with a strange expression.
"Doesn't this Hell Lord know that popping champagne at halftime is a huge taboo?"
[Since you have slain enough evil creatures, the flowing fire blade can officially ascend to godhood. Do you choose to ascend? (Choosing to ascend will consume the flowing fire blade to summon the descent of the Righteous Angel)]
[Remark: My perfection will make them tremble!]