People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 101 Running Iai

Deep in hell.

Dante lay on the ground without any regard for his image, his hands casually placed behind his head.

Beside him, the Rebellion Greatsword and the Yamato were diagonally crossed and stuck in the scorched earth.

"Brother, why does your sword swing feel a bit weaker than last time?"

Dante hummed a song and mocked.

Virgil stood upright on the high place.

He glanced coldly at his younger brother and said in a flat tone, "Have you rested enough? Get ready for the next battle."

Just as Ding was about to say something to stall for time, a vibration suddenly came from his pocket.

After fumbling around for a while, a communicator appeared in his hand.

This is a communication device that Niko specially created for a low-level demon called a "sonic worm".

Not only can it withstand high-intensity impacts, but it can also reliably receive signals from the human world even in this hellish place.

Dante's lazy eyes flickered slightly, and he grinned.

"Looks like someone's run into some trouble up there." He stood up, waved his arm, and said, "Finally, I can take a break for a while."

Virgil tilted his gaze slightly: "That kid in the human world?"

"If he can't even handle the trivial matters of a group of mortals, then he'll die because he's less skilled than others."

"You can't say that."

Dante slung his greatsword over his shoulder. "Don't you want to train him?"

"Young people, with a little polishing, will definitely be able to fight you for a long time in the future."

Virgil didn't speak, but a barely perceptible glint flickered in the depths of his eyes.

Ravenskolovt Psychiatric Hospital.

Gabriel's words echoed in the void.

Old Man Midnight, who was hiding in the corner, was horrified when he heard this.

He turned angrily to look at Suren, vowing never to believe a single word of this madman's nonsense again!

Having been exposed, Suren simply stopped hiding.

He stepped out of the shadows, looked at Gabriel, and frowned.

"You...know me?"

As he spoke, his right hand, hidden behind his back, pressed the button on the communicator.

We can't kill Mammon today; saving our lives is the priority.

I just hope Uncle Dante doesn't run off to some remote corner.

Otherwise, by the time that guy comes back from his vacation, the grass on his grave will have grown two meters tall.

"certainly."

Gabriel looked at him coldly. "I noticed you when you used such despicable means to imprison that angel."

Suren's expression darkened. He had planned everything, but he never expected that there would be such a connection between angels.

"Everything about angels is under my control."

"You didn't even know that?"

Gabriel looked at his ugly face and smiled contemptuously. "But it's alright. I've taken pity on you and covered this up for you. Once Mammon successfully descends, I'll slowly talk to you about the crimes of imprisoning the angels."

After saying that, Gabriel looked away and ignored him.

He turned and walked toward Angela, who was lying on the ground unable to move.

Constantine clutched his chest in pain and struggled to his feet.

He gasped for breath, looking at Suren standing beside him with pleading eyes: "Suren—save Angela—please!"

Although that was Archangel Gabriel, representing the supreme will of Heaven.

But whenever he sees Angela, he can't help but think of the little girl he killed years ago.

Suren watched this scene with a cold eye, her expression somewhat conflicted, but she still shook her head.

Even if he had the Yama Blade, he might not be able to defeat his opponent.

When Sulen refused, Constantine's heart sank to the bottom.

He lowered his head in despair, and suddenly the promise Satan had made to him flashed through his mind: "Your soul is mine, John. I will come to take you away on the day you die."

A resolute glint flashed in Constantine's eyes.

He took a small knife out of his trench coat pocket and pressed it against the artery in his wrist.

Once he dies, Satan will descend, and Mammon's plan will be completely exposed!

Just as the blade was about to sever his blood vessel, a hand grabbed his wrist.

Constantine looked up, astonished, at Suren who was holding his hand.

"If you summon the Lord of Hell now, what will happen to my plans?"

"That's what Suren said."

"But if Mammon is released, Angela is doomed!"

Constantine grabbed Suren's arm with his other hand. "I beg you—save her!"

Suren did not respond; he looked up at Gabriel.

The other party had slowly crouched down, holding the Spear of Destiny in his hand.

"Suren————"

Behind me, Carrie's voice came, filled with fear.

Looking at the unconscious Angela, a hint of hesitation flashed through Suren's mind once again.

His original plan was simple—

He was confident that he would kill Mammon the moment he descended. With the help of the Yamato, he could do just that.

This will not only allow you to claim the system's generous rewards, but also bring you 20% closer to bloodline awakening and unlocking demonic transformation, taking a significant step forward.

But the price is that Angela will undoubtedly die.

If Mammon were to truly be born from Angela's body, he would inevitably drain all the life essence from that body to quickly overcome his period of weakness.

For points and power, to personally kill someone —

This is indeed a worthwhile deal.

But this also means that he has to abandon his basic human decency.

In the past, Suren had witnessed the deaths of innocent people, but those people all died in accidents or murders, not because of him.

And now, a person who should have lived has died because of his interference—

Suren pursed his lips and clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but the stinging sensation could not suppress the restlessness in his heart.

He wanted to become stronger and survive well in this world overrun by gods and demons.

He doesn't just want to survive; he wants to reach the top and stop worrying about his current situation.

But is this kind of abandoning humanity in pursuit of power really what he seeks?

What would Dante think of him?

That old man who could still joke around even when his body was pierced by a greatsword.

He protects humanity, not because humanity is so great.

In his eyes, humans are fragile, selfish, and full of flaws, but the one flame that never goes out, called "humanity," is worth his life to protect.

"Come out."

Gabriel's soft voice echoed in the room.

As His voice fell, Mammon, who had been forcibly suppressed by Midnight Father's formation, awoke once again inside Angela's body.

Angela's belly swelled up again.

Constantine turned his head away in anguish, unable to bear watching any longer.

Gabriel raised the Spear of Destiny high, the holy power gathered at its tip reflecting on his sacred yet merciless face.

"Mammon, son of Satan."

Gabriel's voice was cold and authoritative: "I release you into the human world."

He gripped the spear tightly with both hands, aimed it at Angela's swollen belly, and plunged it down hard!

At this critical moment, "Damn it—"

Suren cursed under his breath, and a katana appeared out of thin air in his hand.

[Yama Blade]!

Almost the instant he gripped the hilt of the knife, Suren's figure vanished from the spot.

A blinding glint of light flashed in the darkness.

He transformed into a streak of light that cut through space, instantly traversing a distance of tens of meters and cutting between Gabriel and Angela.

Gabriel only saw a flash before his eyes, and the Spear of Destiny in his hand missed its mark, embedding itself in the cold ground.

"Click!"

The sound of swords being sheathed rang out.

He looked down and saw that his white arm had been cut with several neat wounds, and pure white feathers slowly drifted down.

【Swift Iaijutsu】: A lightning-fast dimensional dash, drawing and sheathing the sword in an instant, delivering imperceptible multi-stage tearing slashes to enemies in its path.

Gabriel slowly turned his head to look at the other side.

Suren held the unconscious Angela in one arm, her back to him.

"actually----"

Suren turned around, laid Angela flat on the dry ground, and slowly pulled the blade of the Yamato from its sheath by half an inch.

He met Gabriel's gaze without flinching and sneered, "I also know a bit about cesarean sections."