Chapter 519 This is not hypocrisy, it is called maturity
The blood is soaring to the sky!
Russell was in a miserable world of blood, with endless blood-colored mist lingering, the fishy smells making people sick, and the whole sight filled with a gloomy aura.
The crimson blood under your feet gathered into a river, and countless bones floated on it, rushing into the distance in the quiet waves of blood.
On both sides of the river bank is a red continent as red as iron, with tall demon statues standing tall, demon castles stretching into one piece, and waves of dull, seemingly non-existent roars constantly coming from the depths of the rock formations.
hell!
Blood-colored torrent and land, this is a world based on blood. Everything within sight is shining with scarlet blood, even the clouds in the sky have a faint red light.
Russell took in a breath of cold air, his chest suddenly tightened and he felt nauseated. The holy light swept through his body, forcing the bloody poisonous gas out of his body, and his complexion improved slightly.
Not seeing Gabriel, Russell felt a little panicked. This was hell, the devil's base camp. Just a few mythical devils could pop out and put him in various poses.
Especially now, the wings on the back are too hateful. It's okay to meet the female devil. At most, she can use her strength, but her life is not in danger.
It will be miserable when you meet a male demon king. You have to convince others with virtue. Who can handle a few more?
"No, this shouldn't be hell..."
Hell and the human world belong to two separate worlds with different latitudes, different energy compositions, and even different rules. The energy required to summon hell to the human world is simply incalculable.
A single King of Hell cannot provide such a huge amount of energy. Otherwise, Asmodeus would not be so angry that the Gate of Hell was destroyed, even abandoning his elegant demeanor.
Therefore, although the hell in front of him is lifelike, it should be a projection of hell created by him sacrificing an arm and distorting space.
Russell made up his mind, fluttered his wings and flew high into the sky to find out Gabriel's location first. As long as he didn't encounter Asmodeus, everything would be easy.
Boom!!
The blood of the River Styx in Hell rolled, and the bloody aura rose into the sky. Asmodeus rode a demonic dragon out of the sea of blood, looking at the sky from a distance, with a ferocious smile on his lips.
Russell: "..."
What are you afraid of?
The two wings of light vibrated, and Russell dropped the Holy Light Sword in the air, and the sword's edge turned into a stream of light and stabbed down. It enlarged to a size of a thousand feet in the air, and when it approached Asmodeus, it was already larger than the Styx.
Boom!!
There was an earth-shaking loud noise, like thunder from the sky, and the hell was filled with blood. The blood of the River Styx continued to surge, and the earth on the bank of the river shook violently, as if it was about to turn over.
The demon dragon was killed by the holy light. Asmodeus smiled coldly and didn't care. His severed arm was reshaped by a ball of blood. He waved the black flame sword and pointed to the sky sternly: "You humble angel, you will definitely die today."
Cut you into pieces to relieve the...hate in my heart."
Two red clouds floated across the sky, but Russell's figure was nowhere to be seen!
"Asshole, I will kill you!!"
Asmodeus roared angrily, and the evil energy filled the world, turning into a black smoke column and flying rapidly into the distance.
Gululu!!
A head popped out of the Styx. It was Russell. He blew bubbles to confirm that Asmodeus was far away, and then flew out of the bloody water.
"With your IQ and being the Demon King, I would definitely be better than you!"
Russell sneered and raised his middle finger in the air. The holy light bloomed and dispersed the sticky scarlet filth on his body.
This is what it means to emerge from the mud without being stained!
"Do you really want to be the Demon King?"
A cold and stern shout came from behind. Russell froze and turned around to see the murderous Asmodeus. He had not left at all.
"Demon King or something, I did think about it when I was a child. If you could help me fall..."
"No need, you don't need to be corrupted at all, you can become a qualified devil with black wings!"
"No, no, you have given me too much praise, and I really don't deserve it!"
Russell had a face of shame. As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot. With one flapping of his wings, he was a hundred miles away. After flapping his wings twice in a row, he stopped with an embarrassed look on his face. In front of him, Asmodeus sneered.
Holding the black flame sword to block the way.
"Run, why don't you keep running?"
Russell's face straightened up and he said disdainfully: "Why should I run? You are such a devil. I want to kill you on the spot. What reason is there for you to be frightened in battle?"
"Bah! Heaven is ashamed of you!"
Russell raised his hand and held it empty, condensing a sword of holy light, and without saying a word, he struck Asmodeus head-on. He suddenly stopped midway and shouted to the back of Asmodeus: "Gabriel, you
You came just in time, come and kill with me..."
Russell shut up mid-sentence, and Asmodeus sneered, as if he was watching a stand-up comedy.
"Put away your cleverness. Although this bloody purgatory is not a real hell, it has been imprinted by me. It is my own summoning space. No one can hide from me here." Asmodeus said coldly and arrogantly: "
Without my permission, even God...even if Gabriel comes, there is no way he can escape!"
"Uh, I just heard you say God..."
"Shut up, I'm talking about Gabriel, not God!"
"You said it!"
"No!"
Russell shook his head slightly and said disappointedly: "Oh, it turns out that the essence of the devil is to brag and not keep his words."
"Hmph, hypocritical angel, who have the right to judge the devil!"
"This is not hypocrisy, this is maturity!"
After Russell finished speaking, he closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. After opening them again, he said, "Asmodeus, you just said that this bloody purgatory was marked by you and is a world that belongs to you alone, right?"
"Yes, you want to surrender?" A trace of contempt flashed in Asmodeus's eyes.
"No, I choose to fight!"
"Want to die?"
Russell put away his mature smile, and his cold eyes pierced Asmodeus's eyes: "Please give me your head on your neck!"
"Hahaha, Gabriel doesn't even dare to say such things, what qualifications do you have?"
Whoosh!
The sword of holy light pierced the center of his eyebrows. Asmodeus was unable to dodge. A few strands of his long black hair fell down, his face was stunned, and then he suddenly brightened up: "Yes, you are qualified to fight me! But it's too late. If you
Use all your strength from the beginning, maybe I will be defeated by you and Gabriel together."
At the beginning?
At first, Russell couldn't bear the power of the angel in the stigmata. He only wanted to outwit and steal people's heads the whole time. Now he was burning with all his strength, and the combat power he unleashed was naturally incomparable.
Asmodeus had a misunderstanding, and Russell did not explain it to him. He raised his long sword high, and the holy light rushed to the top and turned into the shadow of four raised swords, fixing the four sides to form a holy light barrier.
Asmodeus watched this scene with interest: "Don't waste your efforts. The barrier cannot block my connection with the world."
Russell smiled meaningfully: "My efforts were not in vain, you will understand!"