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Chapter 379 Canned Spinach

"Isn't she your companion?"

Gabriel was momentarily stunned by what he saw.

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had ever seen someone threaten an enemy with their own comrades.

What kind of operation is this?

"I've only known her for less than a day, how can we be considered companions?"

Du Mu chuckled, then said viciously, "Now that the Son of Satan is possessing her, if I kill her, the Son of Satan will have no vessel and will be unable to descend to earth."

"If you don't want her to die, then don't make any rash moves. You don't want your plan to fail either, do you? Hehehe."

Du Mu let out a sinister, wicked laugh, which contrasted sharply with Gabriel, who stood before him radiating holy light and exuding righteous indignation.

If you didn't know better, you'd think this was some villain taking hostages to threaten the protagonist.

Gabriel frowned.

It must be said that Du Mu's move really hit his weak spot.

If Angela dies, the Son of Satan will lose a suitable vessel, and the descent ritual will naturally fail.

He didn't doubt that Du Mu was bluffing.

Because this guy didn't seem to be acting at all; his malice was more intense than that of a demon from hell, so it wouldn't be surprising if he did something.

Du Mu did not act rashly.

His mission is to completely prevent the coming of the Son of Satan. Even if he manages to kill Angela, it will only disrupt this coming ritual.

Perhaps Gabriel and the Son of Satan have a spare vessel, or even a backup of a backup, and could simply change the date of their advent to hold the ceremony again, which would not solve the problem at all.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, Constantine suddenly burst in.

He held a rather cool-looking sacred hunting rifle in his hand, made entirely of gold, with a barrel shaped like a cross, composed of eight different ancient artifacts, and possessing a deadly killing power against demons.

People call him "Demon Life 3000".

Constantine, an exorcist skilled in both physical and magical arts, is also proficient in American-style Iaijutsu exorcism. Wielding the Demon-Slaying 3000, he fought his way out of an encirclement of dozens of demons.

When I walked in and saw the scene in front of me, I was completely dumbfounded.

"Can anyone explain what's going on right now?"

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Before Constantine could figure out what was going on, Gabriel suddenly swayed and kicked him to the ground, then stepped barefoot directly on his face.

Gabriel looked coldly at Du Mu: "If you don't want him to die, don't make any rash moves."

Du Mu scoffed, "I don't know this scumbag at all. Kill him if you want."

Upon hearing this, Constantine's eyes widened: "Are you even human?! We're best friends who've been through thick and thin together, how could you say something like that?!"

Du Mu looked disgusted: "Pah, who wants to live and die with a guy like you with terminal lung cancer? Are you cursing me to die early?"

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Constantine cursed, "We're teammates, after all. Betraying your teammates is a crime punishable by death!"

Du Mu rolled his eyes: "The number of teammates you've betrayed in your life could probably circle hell once, but you're still living a good life on earth, aren't you?"

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Seeing the two arguing as if no one else was around, Gabriel's brow twitched, and he couldn't stand it any longer, so he interrupted, "Shut up, put down the human you're holding, or I'll send this guy to hell right now."

Du Mu sneered, his voice suddenly rising in a passionate and impassioned tone: "You truly underestimate Constantine. Do you think he's the kind of person who's afraid of death?"

"It's just going to hell. What's a little sacrifice to him if it's for the sake of protecting peace on earth!"

Constantine: "???"

So you weren't the one who sacrificed yourself, were you?

Constantine, gritting his teeth in rage, shouted at Gabriel, "I'm abandoning darkness for light—no, I'm abandoning light for darkness! Release me now, and we'll kill this bastard together!"

Gabriel:

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With two oddballs like you in this world, it's probably better to just destroy you.

"A great opportunity!"

Constantine keenly caught the moment when Gabriel was distracted. His eyes lit up and he immediately reached out and grabbed Gabriel's bare foot that was stepping on his face. His expression was like that of a pervert with some kind of fetish.

He chanted incantations rapidly, and a thick black mist emanated from his body, wrapping around Gabriel's feet along his hands.

Gabriel frowned, then kicked Constantine away.

Constantine slid several meters on the ground before Du Mu stepped on his back to bring him to a stop.

Du Mu was somewhat surprised: "What did you do?"

Constantine struggled to his feet, chuckled, and said smugly, "A little dark magic can cover me in the most filthy sinful aura from hell. This magic has no lethality, but to angels it's like a humanoid defense. You know, angels cherish their feathers the most; they would never allow themselves to be tainted in the slightest."

No wonder Gabriel reacted so strongly just now; it turns out he stepped on the defense board.

Du Mu's lips twitched: "As expected of you, you actually came up with the idea of ​​turning yourself into a thesis defense."

"You flatter me."

Constantine was not ashamed but proud.

He was so disgusting that even angels feared him.

Du Mu looked at Gabriel and said arrogantly, "Now you don't have any hostages left, do you?"

Gabriel chuckled softly: "You don't have any either."

"Um?"

Du Mu sensed something was wrong and looked down at Angela in his hand.

Angela had opened her eyes at some point, her pupils turning pure black with not a trace of white showing. Her lips slowly parted, forming a grotesque and illogical arc.

"This body is indeed very suitable for me."

Angela opened her mouth, but the voice that came out was completely unfamiliar, and it was accompanied by layers of eerie echoes.

[NPC: Mammon (Angela Dodgson)]

[Favorability:? ? ? 】

[Evaluation: Son of Satan, Crown Prince of Hell, a minor character who appears for less than half a minute, an entrepreneurial second-generation demon]

[Status: Possessed]

At this moment, Angela's body has been completely possessed by the Son of Satan.

The son of Satan is named Mammon.

According to the Old Testament, he is one of the seven demons of hell, representing greed among the seven deadly sins, and in charge of all money and wealth in the world.

However, in the DC Universe, Mammon's identity is redefined; he is the offspring of Satan and the rightful heir to Hell.

However, this prince of hell was not satisfied with his father's policy of not interfering in the human world. Like most rich second-generation heirs who were bored out of their minds, he planned to start his own business, invade the human world, and establish his own brand new hell kingdom.

As he spoke, Mammon's body surged with black energy, and the characteristics of a hellish demon began to appear on his body.

The once exquisite model has become incredibly ferocious, with dark red cracks appearing on its skin, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and two black, curved horns slowly rising on either side of its forehead. At the same time, its ten fingers have become long and slender, growing into extremely sharp claws.

Mammon's clothes were suddenly ripped open, and two large bat wings were suddenly spread out. The wing membranes were dark red, and the edges were lined with a row of sharp teeth like bone spurs. With a whooshing sound, they rushed towards Du Mu.

Du Mu was forced to release his grip and kicked Mammon in the buttocks, sending him flying.

Gabriel saw Mammon hurtling towards him, decisively dodged to the side, letting Mammon pass by and crash heavily into the ruins behind him.

Mammon shook off the stones pressing down on him, stood up covered in dust, and glared at Gabriel.

Why didn't you catch me?

Because you are dirty.

Gabriel answered silently in his heart.

As the son of Satan, Mammon's sinful aura was many times stronger than Constantine's, as if he had been pickled in a cesspool for decades. How could Gabriel possibly reach out to take it?

Gabriel said expressionlessly, "You reacted too slowly."

Mammon, of course, didn't believe it: "Bullshit, I saw you avoid it."

Gabriel thought Mammon had probably been in hell for too long and was a bit mentally unstable; there was no point in arguing about this.

He calmly said, "Stop talking nonsense, deal with them first, and then I will assist you in completing your final descent."

"OK."

Mammon nodded, deciding to put the dispute aside for the time being and get down to business first.

"Dude, this doesn't look good."

Constantine swallowed hard as he looked at Gabriel and Mammon standing side by side.

One is the archangel of heaven, and the other is the son of Satan; either of these titles alone is enough to terrify anyone.

And now these two have actually stood on the same side and are both targeting them at the same time. This kind of treatment is simply unparalleled.

Du Mu remained unfazed: "What's there to be afraid of? It's only two against two right now, so we're not at a disadvantage in terms of numbers."

I'm just a filler; I couldn't beat any of them anyway.

Constantine was on the verge of tears: "What about in terms of strength?"

Du Mu grinned: "In terms of strength, I can easily defeat both of them. I have an absolute advantage."

Constantine:

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Dude, you have to consider the occasion before you brag.

Du Mu didn't offer any further explanation. He decisively took out a tin can, opened the lid, and poured a clump of green stuff into his mouth.

[Item: Expired Spinach Can (After use, the user's attributes are greatly enhanced, and they are granted immunity to death for a period of time. At this moment, you are Little Power Sailor)]

This is one of Du Mu's most treasured possessions.

Faced with the combined attack of Gabriel and Mammon, he did not hesitate and immediately pulled out the prop.

As Du Mu swallowed the last bite of spinach, he felt a surge of power welling up from his body. His muscles tensed to their limit, and his attributes rose rapidly at an alarming rate, as if there were no limit.

He involuntarily raised his arms, and his two biceps bulged up like a small mountain, with a faint phantom of a sailor smoking a pipe appearing on them.

"I'm invincible!"

Du Mu couldn't help but let out a low shout.

He felt the surging power within him, and he felt as if he could smash through anything in his way with a single punch.

Even beating up Superman and kicking General Zod wouldn't be a dream.

Du Mu raised his chin, his nostrils flaring towards Gabriel and Mammon, his attitude arrogant: "You birdman and ugly bastard over there, I'm in a hurry, you can all come at me together!"

Mammon's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "You're asking for death! How dare you call me a birdman!"

Gabriel: "???"

"Gabriel, you don't need to do anything. Leave this human to me."

Mammon already thought he was arrogant enough, but he didn't expect Du Mu to be even more arrogant, acting as if he and Gabriel didn't take him and Gabriel seriously at all.

He's just a human, what gives him the right to be so arrogant?!

Aside from his father, Mammon hates people who are more arrogant than himself.

Before Gabriel could respond, he unleashed a dense black aura, his figure surged forward, a gust of wind swept away everything around him, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Du Mu, his sharp claws grabbing at Du Mu with a sonic boom, wanting to tear him to pieces on the spot.

"Well done!"

Du Mu did not dodge, but instead faced him head-on and threw a punch.

Bang! !

His punches were incredibly fast. Mammon could only see a blur before he felt an irresistible force slam into his face. His entire face caved in instantly, and even his facial features were knocked out of place and flew off.

It's not an exaggeration, he really was beaten out!

Mammon's facial features hovered in mid-air for a full second, a sight so eerie it sent chills down one's spine.

The next moment, Mammon's figure shot backward, and his detached facial features followed like a magnet. Accompanied by a series of rumbling collapses, he disappeared from sight.

Gabriel's pupils constricted.

At this moment, Du Mu displayed far greater power than before; they were on completely different levels.

Could it be that this human had been hiding their strength all along?

Without a second thought, he conjured an angelic lightsaber radiating blinding white light in his hand, flapped its four wings, and charged straight at Du Mu, his entire body enveloped in holy light.

Gabriel's lightsaber is extremely powerful, capable of easily destroying even the All-Powerful Warhammer.

If it were just now, Du Mu might have taken out his weapon to block.

But now?

Du Mu uttered a low shout: "How could mere weapons possibly compare to my body, tempered and refined through countless trials!"

He didn't hold any weapon; he simply clenched his fist and smashed it hard against the lightsaber.

The moment the fist touched the lightsaber, the lightsaber was blasted into countless points of light and dissipated into the air without any resistance.

"What?"

Gabriel's pupils contracted sharply, and then he heard a terrifying sonic boom coming right up to his face.

He immediately raised his arms to block in front of him, while simultaneously conjuring a holy light shield to envelop his entire body.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, the Holy Light Shield shattered.

Du Mu's fist, still powerful, slammed heavily into Gabriel's arms.

BOOM!

Gabriel flew backward at an even faster speed than he had come, his body sliding sideways along the ground, leaving a long trench in the ground where his back had etched it.

Before Gabriel could stop, Du Mu had already caught up, hovering above him, reaching out to grab his neck, pressing the back of his head into the ground and continuing to glide.

His other hand wasn't idle either; it relentlessly punched Gabriel's face, turning that sophisticated face into a pig's head.

"Enough! I am Gabriel, the Seraph..."

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Gabriel felt insulted like never before and finally couldn't help but shout angrily.

No sooner had he uttered the word than it seemed to trigger some kind of special mechanism, and his ankle was immediately and firmly grabbed by a large hand.

"Watch closely, this move is specifically designed to deal with gods."

Du Mu grinned.

Before Gabriel could even muster his strength to struggle, he felt a dizzying sensation wash over him.

Hell and paradise descend!

i—Wei i Wei i Wei i

A series of dull, drum-like impacts rang out.

Du Mu grabbed Gabriel's ankle, swung him around in mid-air, and then slammed him down on the ground with both hands.

Each impact shook the ground, creating large craters of varying depths and sending debris flying.

It wasn't until after he had hit Gabriel dozens of times that Du Mu was able to finally fling him away.

Gabriel's body bounced on the ground a few times like a ball before finally landing in a deep crater. He remained silent, his eyes glazed over, and he let out incomprehensible groans.

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