Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 280 I would rather be a king in hell than a slave in heaven!
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The originally heated situation suddenly became awkwardly silent because of Anderson's words.

Teddy looked at Amos behind Anderson, who was frowning and clenching his fists several times, wanting to punch him, and couldn't help but grin with emotion.

At this moment, he deeply understood where Rango's charming yet hateful personality came from. It turned out that the three generations of the Winchester family were of the same character!
"Anderson, shouldn't you reconsider your wording?" Amos took a deep breath, suppressed his dissatisfaction, and said to his old friend in front of him with gritted teeth.

"Shhh now is not the time to discuss this."

"Shh... Now is not the time to argue about this." Anderson gave Amos a series of winks, changed the subject, and then turned his gaze again to Duma, which stood in front of him like a giant peak.

"Do you have any more tricks? Fallen Angel. Oh, let me remind you."

Anderson raised the gun sword in his hand and pointed it at Duma's forehead, with a playful smile on his face. "The angels' methods are useless to me. Let's try some devil's skills."

"Ho ho."

Duma looked down at Anderson and Amos below. He was not in a hurry to take action. Instead, he sneered from the bottom of his throat.

He said with sarcasm in his tone: "You know, Anderson, with your and Amos' achievements and strength in the world, if you had chosen to follow the angels to heaven, you would have become the Seraphim and Cherubim serving God. But look at you now, you are just two sad beings who have abandoned their faith and are sinking in hell!"

Hearing this, Anderson looked at the guy in front of him with a strange look.

The angels in heaven are divided into three levels: lower, middle and upper.

The Seraphim that Duma just mentioned is a type of higher angel. Gabriel and Michael, who often appear in myths, are members of the Seraphim.

Of course, Lucifer before his fall was one of them.

They are in charge of fighting and have the power closest to God, which is beyond the reach of even the gods in many myths. In short, Seraphim are the most powerful armed forces under God.

The Cherubim are also high-level angels, but their duty is not to fight, but to spread the gospel of God to the world and let people know the glory of Jehovah.

Before his fall, Duma was a cherubim serving God and the leader of the cherubim, with great power.

Of course, these are not the point.

The point is that Duma, as the first and only angel to fall into hell, actually had the audacity to spit on them. He was really going against Tiangang!

Anderson smiled speechlessly and said, "Dude, how is your situation different from ours? If all those so-called angels are as shameless as you, then I'm really glad that I chose to stay in hell."

"How dare you compare yourself with me?!" Duma was furious when he heard this.

He was one of the earliest elite backbones of a company that followed God to successfully start a business. Even if he had jumped to hell now, he was still a big boss at the partner level. How could he compare himself with Anderson, a guy who had just graduated?

But before he could continue his verbal attack, two brilliant divine slashes intertwined from below, transforming into an inverted cross-shaped light, and suddenly slammed towards Duma's head.

"Where on earth do you get all this nonsense from!"

Anderson's figure soared into the air as he swung the gun sword. His speed was so fast that he instantly surpassed the sword light and reached Duma's forehead.

A faint golden glow flowed on the sword, which was the purest display of divine power. Every time the sword was swung, it seemed to tear the void apart and cut off all the sin and darkness in the world.

Clang——!
There was a crisp sound of metal collision, and the slash actually cut Duma's cheek, and the black blood of the fallen angel splattered out.

The pain from the wound was like acid corrosion, which made Duma furious. He wielded the lightsaber made of the power of the fallen angels, and each strike was accurately directed at Anderson in the air.

"You are looking for death!"

Duma roared in anger, his lightsaber was as dark as the abyss, with blue flames jumping on the tip of the sword, revealing endless darkness and chaos.

Facing Duma's sword full of destructive power, Anderson seemed unusually calm. He dodged flexibly and continued to counterattack Duma.

At the beginning of the battle, Duma had the advantage with his huge body, but he soon realized that his size became a burden in the face of Anderson's precise and destructive blows.

Then, Duma's body suddenly shrank and turned into a black shadow. His speed and agility increased instantly, trying to fight Anderson in a more flexible way.

He flapped his wings lightly, and countless bewitching feathers flashing with alluring light flew towards Anderson, trying to confuse the old man's mind.

However, Anderson's strength at this moment had already surpassed the scope of mortals. Every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by the roar of the sacred power. Those bewitching feathers were cut off one by one by the sharp sword light before they got close to him, and turned into nothingness.

Seeing this, Duma raised his finger and pointed at Anderson in front of him. The next second, the surrounding air, rocks and even light and shadow were all distorted and deformed, turning into various weapons, launching a fierce attack on Anderson.

But no matter how hard he tried, the divine power flowing in Anderson seemed like an indestructible barrier. Although each of these attacks possessed great destructive power, they shattered like bubbles and dissipated into nothingness the moment they came into contact with Anderson.

"This is impossible!"

Duma held Anderson's sword and felt the incredible divine power on him. He shouted in disbelief, "You are no longer a believer in God. How can you still possess such a powerful divine power?"

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Anderson pushed Duma back with all his might, and after shaking his sword, he replied with a smile, "Didn't I just answer you? I am the new God, and the power I use is naturally my own."

Du Ma was dismissive when he heard this: "As a mortal, you can never possess such a strong divine power, unless..."

He suddenly stopped talking, as if he had thought of something terrible. He pointed at Anderson and Amos and shouted in disbelief, "You are actually preaching in hell?!"

"Hahaha!" Anderson burst into a hearty laugh. He turned his head to look at Amos, pointed at Duma and said jokingly, "See, I said these pretentious guys would never be able to figure out our plan."

Amos nodded slightly, looking at Duma with a playful look in his eyes.

Many years ago, when the two of them first came to hell, Anderson had the idea of ​​spreading faith in hell, but what he spread was not the teachings of God, but their own.

At first, Amos was strongly opposed to this.

The reason why he was willing to accompany Anderson to hell was, on the one hand, because he did not want to see his old friend suffer alone in hell, and on the other hand, as a priest, although he did not confront Satan head-on like Anderson, he also had the firm belief in destroying Satan, so he resolutely stepped into hell.

But now Anderson wants him to spread a gospel other than God in hell, which is undoubtedly difficult for Amos to accept.

But as time went on, Amos relented.

Because he found that when he was reading the Bible, the divine power he borrowed from God was becoming increasingly weak, and he couldn't even dispel ordinary little demons. For his own safety, he had to seek to improve his strength.

In addition, there is an even more crucial reason - life in hell is too monotonous and boring! In this land with countless undead souls and demons, there is not even a decent sect. Amos really can't bear to miss this blue ocean of entrepreneurship.

As a result, the Bible he adapted quietly spread in hell. He and Anderson directly borrowed the content of the Bible and founded a sect that had nothing to do with God.

In other words, the power they used was not the sacred power from God as Duma believed, but real divine power!
After answering Duma's doubts, Anderson did not waste any more words. He waved his swords, his divine power surged, and every strike was aimed directly at the fallen angel's vital points.

The battle intensified, and Anderson's swordsmanship became more and more sophisticated. Even if Duma tried his best, he could hardly resist the slashing blow containing tremendous power.

If no action is taken, Duma’s defeat is inevitable!

Rango, who was watching the battle below, also relaxed. According to this trend, his grandfather would soon be able to defeat and suppress Duma.

On the other hand, Lucifer, without the interference of Amos, defeated Abaddon and Mostima, and even made them think of escaping.

I didn't expect that this time, apart from killing the weakest Beelzebub, I had been playing the role of a bystander.

"Rango, your grandfather stole my collection." The Death Wolf Dais came to his side at some point. His body had returned to its original size and he was staring at the explosion scene of gold and black colors intertwined in the sky with a frown.

"Come on, man, even though you and Duma are fighting hard, anyone with a discerning eye can see that you are no match for him, OK?"

Seeing that Dai Si looked a little unhappy, Rango smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, once the battle above is over, I will ask my grandfather to leave Duma's head to you."

Desden said unhappily: "I want to do it myself..."

Rumble——!
Before Dai Si finished his words, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the air.

The black air surrounding Duma suddenly boiled over, surging like volcanic magma, rolling and roaring, releasing a heart-pounding pressure!
His eyes became empty and deep, like two doors leading to the abyss of another dimension. At this moment, the entire dark realm was shrouded in his aura, and even the air seemed to solidify, heavy and oppressive to the point of suffocating.

Facing Anderson's relentless offensive, Duma was unwilling to waste any more time. He decided to put all his effort into launching his strongest attack!
With a low roar from Duma, the lightsaber in his hand instantly turned into a dark light, like a meteor across the night sky, heading straight for Anderson!

However, this was not just an attack of the lightsaber, but Duma concentrated all his power, darkness and chaos into this one strike.

The moment this black light was swung out, it immediately caused a huge disaster.

The darkness seemed to have gained life, madly devouring everything around it!
Flames, energy, air, sounds, and even time were all swallowed up by the darkness at this moment, forming a huge vortex that seemed to draw all of hell into it!
"This is..." Anderson felt an unprecedented crisis, but the expression on his face remained calm.

He shook his head gently, his eyes full of disappointment and disdain, "This is the divine skill that God used to drive away darkness when he created the world, and you simply replaced the sacred power with the dark power after your fall."

"Duma, whether as an angel or a devil, you are a complete loser. As a devil, you used all the tricks of an angel from beginning to end, and even your fall was so incomplete. How can you defeat me?!"

The moment the words fell, a golden light suddenly surged in the air, with Anderson as the center, as dazzling as the rising sun.

Piles of indulgences shining with the light of salvation appeared out of thin air and turned into a golden ocean, surging towards the surrounding black whirlpools.

They were like ice and snow touching fire. With just one encounter, the endless darkness dissipated and turned into nothingness.

This endless indulgence turned into a golden tornado, wrapping Anderson tightly inside it.

His figure soared into the sky, his gun and sword crossed, and a golden inverted cross shone brightly in the air, like a god descending!
"Open your eyes and see clearly, Duma. You are completely vulnerable in front of my beliefs!"

Anderson's voice resounded through heaven and earth, and the golden tornado swooped forward like a giant dragon, severing the connection between Duma and the darkness, leaving him completely without support.

"You will not tremble and die like straw. Amen!"

Anderson prayed in a low voice, and in an instant, the violent golden tornado rushed towards Duma like a raging wave!

The people in the distance only felt the golden light exploding, and the originally dark space was now so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

When the light faded, only Duma was left in the sky. He was staring blankly into the distance, as if he had lost all his soul and strength.

As for Anderson, he had his hands in his windbreaker pockets. It was as if the endless indulgences and gunswords had never appeared before. They were just an illusion of everyone.

The air was silent for a moment. Duma's eyes slowly moved downwards, staring at Anderson below. After a long moment, a relieved smile bloomed on his face. "I'd rather be the king in hell than a slave in heaven? Is this your choice?"

Anderson smiled and shrugged without responding directly.

But Duma understood what he meant. He nodded slightly, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone, "I never thought that you, a mortal, would be more determined to carry out this belief than a fallen angel like me... You win."

Before he finished speaking, countless brilliant golden lights suddenly burst out from his body, and then he turned into a pile of corpse pieces and fell heavily to the ground.

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Witnessing this scene, Rango couldn't help but smack his lips. He was surprised at his grandfather's powerful fighting ability, and was also surprised that the indulgence he gave to the succubus as a tip in the Lingliu had such amazing power.

Taking a deep breath, Rango gathered his thoughts, walked up to Anderson and asked, "Can you still sense Satan's location?"

Anderson nodded slightly at first, then shook his head, his expression looking quite conflicted.

"He started from the ninth floor, and his power has spread upwards. Now he has reached the first level of the Limbo Hell."

"What are we waiting for? Let's go there quickly!" Rango said anxiously.

"It's too late..." Anderson shook his head regretfully. "In Hell, except for Satan who can travel freely, everyone else can only follow a fixed route, going up or down layer by layer. We are now on the ninth layer. Even if we act immediately, taking into account the time it takes to travel through the eight layers of Hell, Satan will have already spread his power throughout the entire Limbo."

Amos nodded solemnly and agreed: "We really can't catch up with the speed."

After hearing what they said, Rango suddenly realized that even with Lucifer leading the way, they still had to go down from the first floor to the ninth floor one by one.

He originally thought that the other party was deliberately taking them to experience the customs and practices of hell, but now it seems that Lucifer simply did not have the ability to take them directly into the ninth level.

Although Rango was not sure what the consequences would be if Satan merged with the Nine Hells, looking at the expressions of Lucifer before and Anderson now, if it really came to that, they would probably not be able to destroy Satan.

Rango frowned and glanced at the progress bar on his wrist which was almost full due to absorbing all of Beelzebub's divine power. He then looked up at the fresh corpse of Duman in the distance which was still emitting divine power.

"Maybe I have an idea. Let's take a chance!"

(End of this chapter)