"This is impossible. Even the purest light will become dusty under the pollution of corrupted energy. It will never be unscathed. Who are you?" Baldasha asked loudly.
The power of angels cannot resist corruption, but darkness can. The sludge that other angels avoid is a small problem that can be solved by switching modes and changing skins for Russell.
"Does this have anything to do with you? Now it's my question and your answer. Tell me everything you know!" Russell stepped on Baldasha's face and twisted it hard.
He wouldn't do something stupid like proactively stating his abilities.
You may not have noticed, from movies and games to comics, countless villains and bosses have died due to their ability to explain themselves.
Learn from the past and learn from others!
With these predecessors, no, with these negative examples as a warning, Russell would never make too much of his own abilities.
Even if it was said, it was made up on the spot.
"Hahaha, I won't tell you. Just kill me. I won't tell you anything." When death was imminent, Baldasha became hardened.
Russell smiled coldly, grabbed Baldasha's head, and after lifting it up, his golden eyes were different from usual: "Devil, it's me who behaves too gently that makes you think I'm easy to talk to, isn't it?"
The wings on his back extended, and the light cut off Baldasha's limbs like a laser. As he screamed, Russell tightened his fingers and pinched his skull until his skull cracked.
"I'm different from the angels you know. I don't mind if my wings turn black, if necessary..."
Halfway through Russell's words, a thick black color extended from his back, blackening the light wings bit by bit. The golden pupils then twisted into dark black, and the whites of his eyes spread, blackening the entire eye sockets.
"I can fall anytime!"
"..."
Baldasha was already dumbfounded. His views were being reshaped, his eyes widened in astonishment, and his open mouth was unable to spit even a single note.
"Actually, even if you don't tell me, I can guess in my heart that it's nothing more than a devil who claims to have a noble bloodline and wants to come to the world, but he can't break through the barrier by himself, so he asked an angel to help, right?"
Hearing Russell's words, Baldasha woke up suddenly, looked at those eyes that contained boundless darkness, and immediately shuddered.
"Tell me who the devil wants to come to the world and who the ambitious angel is. I will keep my previous promise and send you to hell." Russell suddenly closed the distance between himself and Baldasha and lowered his voice.
He said: "Otherwise, I will send you to heaven!"
"Heaven...heaven!?"
"Look at the way you are trembling. Your fear of heaven is really not concealed at all. What are you afraid of? Is it the sin buried deep in your evil name that will incur eternal punishment from God?"
Russell looked at the trembling Baldasha and laughed disdainfully: "Don't be too self-righteous. God never takes a small person like you seriously."
"I...I...you have to ensure my safety! No, after I finish speaking, you have to send my soul to hell immediately!!" Because of fear, Baldasha's psychological defense line was broken.
"Of course, I have the right to handle everything about you."
"What I want is a promise, a promise made with your angelic persona!"
Russell narrowed his eyes slightly: "Baldasha, you are a bit greedy."
"This is not greed, I just want to survive."
"Yes, I swear to God as my angel. As long as you tell me everything you know, I will promise to protect your safety, but only before being sent to hell... On the contrary, if you lie or hide
If you don’t say anything, I will chase you to hell and destroy your soul.” Russell nodded and threw Baldasha to the ground.
After receiving Russell's promise, Baldasha licked his dry lips and spoke quickly: "It's Mamen, the son of hell, and the archangel Gabriel. The latter will help Mamen come to the world in his true form and shape the second world."
A hell of fire and blood."
Russell nodded and asked: "Method, how does Manmeng come?"
"We found a pair of twin sisters. They have the same mind. They are both powerful spirits and can see ghosts since they were born..."
It can be said in one sentence or ten that Baldasha poured out all the secrets in his belly in order to gain Russell's blessing.
"In order for them to become the bridge for Manmeng to come to the world, I followed Gabriel's instructions to induce my sister to commit suicide and make her soul fall into hell. In this case, one sister is in hell and the other is in the world, plus they are with
The innate soul bond has become the best medium for Manmeng to come to the world."
Russell raised his eyebrows. He really didn't know this detail: "Go on, they are just two mortals. Even if they are a little special, they are not enough for Manmeng to successfully come."
"Yes, you are so wise!"
Baldasha swallowed: "Although Manmen is the son of Satan and has a high status in hell, his bloodline is not as noble as Jesus'. If he wants to come to the world, he must be led by the blood of God."
"Gabriel found the Longinus gun, which was stained with the blood of Jesus. He is the son of God, and his mother was a pure virgin. His blood is the purest blood of God!"
After Baldasha finished speaking, he was sweating profusely.
Russell continued: "Where is the place, where is the coming, and when is it?"
"I don't know the time, but I know the place. Take my sister to the place where she committed suicide. Life and death, hell and the world will be reversed there. All conditions will be met, and Manmeng will be reincarnated."
"I see, this plan is quite complicated..."
Russell pouted. After the process was completed, it was time to inform Constantine of the information, and he could complete a major event.
In order to protect the earth, he is really worried!
"Wait a minute! Gate of Hell! Please open the gate of Hell and exile my soul, you promised me!" Seeing Russell about to leave the hell projection, Baldasha panicked a little.
Russell shrugged and apologized: "Sorry, I don't know how to do something as advanced as the Gate of Hell!"
"No, you promised, even if it is for your angelic status, you cannot break your promise." Baldasha shouted loudly, sweating all over his head.
"I don't have that thing either!" Russell said, stabbing down the long sword in his hand and cutting a gap away from the projection of hell.
"Liar, how can you break your promise?"
As soon as Russell raised his feet, he heard Baldasha screaming like a resentful woman, and said speechlessly: "Please, you are a devil, it is not your turn to say such things."
"So what if the devil, at least the devil will strictly abide by the regulations after making a contract, and you...you even deceived the devil, you are the bastard who deserves to go to hell!" Baldasha gradually fell into madness.
"Don't be stupid, tricking the devil is such a thing..."
Russell slowly turned around, folded the dark wings behind him, and when he came to Baldasha, he opened them again and replaced them with light wings: "Look at my holy wings, who believes it?"
"..."
Baldasha had nothing to say and could not speak. When Russell came closer, his body and soul were all burned to ashes.
The light wings folded, Russell patted his face with both hands, switched to the friendly and sunny official mode, walked out of the hell projection, and shook his head because Baldasha was not worth it.
Originally, seeing Baldasha being so cooperative, Russell was ready to let him live. But it turned out that this guy was a liar and a bastard, and framed good people out of thin air. This was unbearable.
"It's all just your imagination. I never said I had the status of an angel, and I really can't open the hell..."
Russell frowned, and then slowly relaxed: "It's a one-time thing, and it's gone after you use it. How can you call for a meeting?"
On the street outside the hell projection, a cold wind blew through and rolled up several burnt newspapers.
As soon as Russell stepped onto the ground, his face became serious. The strong smell of sulfur lingered in the air. The streets and shops on both sides had obvious traces of battles. Cutting marks and pits and depressions could be seen everywhere, as if they had just experienced a battle.
Small war.
Russell closed his eyes, telepathically dispersed, and found Constantine at the corner at the end of the street. He was covered in blood, with a bruised nose and face lying in the garbage. He had obviously been severely punished.
Judging by the scars, he was taught a lesson by more than one person!
"Constantine, birds of a feather flock together, and this corner is perfect for you."
Russell subconsciously said that his mouth was faster than his brain. After he finished speaking, his brain felt that his mouth was right.
Constantine opened his swollen eyes and said in a daze: "It's Gabriel. That bastard is crazy. She actually joined forces with hell creatures... Hurry, they took Angela away and wanted to use An Qi to kill her."
Kira acts as a medium to allow the children of hell to come to the world, so hurry up and stop them."
The boss is chatty again!
The boss kidnapped the heroine!
The boss let the hero go!
The boss threw the hero into the trash!
"Stop talking, let's treat your injuries first. I've already obtained the information through torture. That coward, Baldasha, just scare you and he'll do it all."
Russell raised his hand and lit a ray of holy light to repair Constantine's flesh and skin wounds, and deliberately avoided the nicotine lungs, pig's head face and waist.
To be honest, the pig-headed face is more suitable for Constantine. The previous one was too exaggerated. He was obviously a facial paralysis, but he was just used as Jim Carrey.
His whole body was relaxed. After Constantine got up, he always felt that something was wrong. His head seemed to be a little heavy. He raised his hand and touched it, and he screamed: "Man, what's wrong with my handsome face? Why don't we cure it together?"
"The Holy Light is not enough."
"..."
The two looked at each other for a moment. Constantine thought about the value of force, and because he wanted something from Russell, he believed this.
"Russell, tell me the information obtained during the torture. Maybe I can analyze where Angela was captured."
"No need to analyze, let me tell you directly, in the mental hospital where her sister committed suicide, Menmeng will complete her descent there."
"Mental hospital, I remember Angela told me..." Constantine thought for a moment, remembered the name of the mental hospital, raised his hand and pointed to the south: "In that direction, it should be too late for us to go there now."
Rumble!!!
A bolt of thunder streaked across the sky, boundless clouds gathered, thunder and lightning thundered in the direction pointed by Constantine, and the black clouds rolled up a wave of fiery red, like a meteorite passing through the atmosphere, wildly radiating deadly heat to the surroundings.
"hiss!!"
Constantine took a breath and retracted his fingers suddenly: "I'm already so powerful... Bah, man, this is something wrong, let's run away!"
Russell slapped him and called him over: "Don't be stupid. If Manmeng successfully comes to the world, where will you run and escape from the earth?"
"Damn it, I haven't lived enough yet!"
"You will die but your death will be a sign of merit. There is nothing to be afraid of."
Russell looked at the flaming cloud-like scene in the sky, felt the astonishing heat inside, and said quickly: "It's definitely not possible to just rely on the two of us. There is no reason to save the earth. We risk our lives for others to watch."
Constantine nodded repeatedly: "Yes, teamwork is very important!"
"Well, I'll go get some information first, and you can go find Midnight on the next street..."
Russell made a simple deployment: "Tell him that the Son of Hell is about to come, and let him gather people to resist as soon as possible. If he still clings to neutrality, let him die!"