People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 103 Satan Descends

Patty, clutching the pistol, collapsed to the ground.

She stared blankly at the scattered limbs and broken pieces at her feet.

She had only seen this brutal and elaborate method of killing in one other person.

But that person has been gone for a long time.

"Zzzzz—FUCK! What happened?! Answer me!"

On the helicopter, over the radio communication channel, Sitson's furious roar could be heard.

On the screen, the vital signs of the elite squad all went to zero at the same instant.

"Sir—we don't know either—"

The driver looked down at the corpses scattered all over the ground and responded in a trembling voice.

"Wait! Look! There's someone upstairs!"

At that moment, the co-driver next to him suddenly pointed down and shouted.

The searchlight beam suddenly swung and shone on the top floor of the firm.

There, a man holding a katana stood quietly on the edge of the rooftop.

Rainwater soaked his short silver hair, which clung to his forehead, and his coat, embroidered with dark patterns, fluttered in the rain.

He slowly raised his head, facing the blinding light, and gently brushed the wet hair from his forehead back with his free hand.

The man's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next second, he appeared out of thin air in front of the helicopter.

"OH! SHIT!"

The driver's pupils dilated in shock, and he abruptly pulled the joystick back.

But it was too late.

A cold, sharp blade flashed across the night sky.

The sturdy attack helicopter disintegrated in mid-air, turning into two fireballs that crashed into tall buildings, trailing black smoke.

"boom!"

The helicopter crashed into the street, and the explosion illuminated half a block.

Amidst the raging flames, a towering, burly figure, standing three meters tall, emerged from the inferno, having tossed aside the wreckage of the plane.

It wore a top hat, and its specially made straitjacket was charred black by the flames, revealing grayish-white mutated muscles underneath.

Virgil floated down slowly from mid-air, his toes lightly touching the streetlight.

He looked down at the approaching monster from his high vantage point, his eyes indifferent.

"A boring toy."

"Bang!"

A figure flew backward like a cannonball, smashing through several walls.

Gabriel stood in the void, his wings fluttering slightly.

He looked down at Suren in the ruins, his handsome face covered with frost.

"What good would it do you to kill Mammon?"

"Cough cough————"

Suren gasped for breath, clung to the rubble, and staggered to his feet again.

He looked at the angel floating in mid-air and smiled: "What's bad for you is good for me."

"Again!"

Suren picked up the Yamato Blade, laughed loudly, and instantly disappeared from his spot, charging towards Gabriel once again without fear of death.

"Bang!"

The next second, his body flew back at a speed hundreds of times faster than when he came.

Gabriel didn't even lift a finger; with just a glance, he sent him flying again.

Looking at this demon in front of me, who kept getting up like an unkillable cockroach.

Gabriel became irritated.

Damn ants!

Mammon's descent was supposed to be mediated by the Spear of Destiny, to evade the power of the pact between Heaven and Hell.

But now, through unknown means, Suren has forcibly removed Mammon.

This immense demonic power was as dazzling as a campfire in the night.

Gabriel could even sense that the gaze belonging to his true self, or even the gaze of the Heavenly Father, was about to descend from the void above.

"That's enough—I don't have time to play these kinds of games here."

Gabriel slowly raised his hand, and a pure and flawless light gathered in his palm.

At that moment, the shadows in the entire hospital seemed to vanish.

The shadows of everything seemed to have been forcibly erased.

"Die, you ants!"

Just as He was about to press down with His palm.

"Clatter."

A drop of pitch-black tar fell from the void to the ground.

Outside the window, the rain that was originally pouring down through the hole was now suspended in mid-air.

The churning dust and building debris seemed to have been forcibly held in place.

Even the holy light that was about to erupt in Gabriel's hand mysteriously stopped in his palm.

Time stood still at this moment.

More tar dripped continuously from the void.

A man in a white suit, barefoot, stepped through the tar-covered ground and slowly appeared beside the unconscious Constantine.

"Tsk, their vitality is really tenacious, they're still alive."

The man glanced down at Constantine with a regretful expression.

He stood up, elegantly straightened his suit, and looked with interest at Suren, who was frozen in place. His expression changed slightly as he looked at the knife in Suren's hand.

Finally, it looked at Gabriel, who was in mid-air.

As the man's gaze swept across the area, time seemed to flow again.

The holy light in Gabriel's palm disappeared, and he felt the heat around him, his expression filled with shock and terror.

"Lucifer! How dare you set foot on earth?!"

Satan stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and chuckled, "The human world will be mine sooner or later."

Suren lay in the pile of rubble, his pupils slightly constricted.

Satan is here?!

What about my uncle?

In many mythologies, Lucifer is the highest-ranking, most beautiful, and most powerful angel in Heaven.

This perfection bred arrogance within it.

Ultimately, it was no longer content with serving God, but longed to be on equal footing with God.

Lucifer led the angels in a rebellion, but was ultimately defeated by another archangel, Michael.

He fell from heaven and eventually descended into hell, becoming Satan of hell.

"Gabriel, as an archangel, you should be as ambitious as I am—"

Satan strolled leisurely toward Him.

"Children of Depravity —"

Gabriel's body trembled slightly as he forced a shout, "Fallen angel!"

Satan looked disdainful, a smirk playing on his lips, and said with feigned nostalgia, "Ah~ I haven't heard these titles in a long time."

It raised its head, sniffed the lingering scent in the air, and a cold glint flashed in its eyes: "Tell me, where is my good-for-nothing son?!"

"In the name of God, I banish you!"

Gabriel let out a fierce shout, and his body erupted with dazzling holy light.

He swooped down, unleashing a punch imbued with divine power, aimed at Satan.

However, the fist, enveloped in holy light, stopped right in front of Satan's nose.

Satan looked around with a mocking expression, feeling the holy light on Gabriel disappearing like a tide, and couldn't help but laugh loudly.

"It seems your master has abandoned you."

Gabriel stood frozen in place, staring in disbelief at his fist, then looked up at the sky.

"No—this is impossible!"

Satan's expression instantly turned cold, and a cruel glint flashed in his eyes.

"boom!"

Ashes, like a volcanic eruption, surged forth from behind it!

That was no ordinary ashes, but the endless karmic fire formed from the burning of souls in the deepest part of hell!

The already dilapidated room was instantly obliterated by the impact of the ashes.

Suren was also thrown by the aftershock, crashing into the wall behind him before sliding to the ground.

He coughed up blood, horrified.

Is this the power of the Lord of Hell?!

Just a single thought, and even the aftershocks were already unbearable for me.

Right now, I don't even have the right to wield a knife in front of it.

The Yama Blade fell to his feet, turning into starlight and dissipating.

"Ahhhhh!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the night sky.

Gabriel's pair of pristine, untouched wings were instantly consumed by the scorching ashes, leaving only two charred wing roots on his back.

After dealing with Gabriel, Satan swaggered over to Suren.

It bent down, like a curious child, and sniffed Suren's scent.

"Hmm~"

Satan raised an eyebrow, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"A disgusting smell."

It reached out and gently patted Suren's shoulder, its tone mild: "Tell me, where did you hide my son, Mammon?"

Suren's muscles tensed, and he did not respond.

He could clearly sense that beneath these calm and gentle words lay a volcano about to erupt.

This rage, powerful enough to burn one's soul, is far beyond what he can currently bear.

"Dante—if you don't come soon, you'll really have to burn paper money for me next year on this day."

Suren cursed her unreliable uncle in her heart, her palms sweating profusely.

Seeing that he remained silent, Satan was not angry.

He smiled faintly and said, "My child, though unworthy, should still be disciplined by me, his father."

Satan slowly stood up, and the surrounding air began to distort.

Suren could even smell the pungent sulfur odor of hell!

The remaining cement roads were cracked, with dark red magma seeping out from the fissures.

"Now that it's dead, shouldn't you be the one to bear this debt?!"

As the last word fell, the floor of the entire room instantly cracked.

Countless pairs of pitch-black hands reached out from underground, turning the entire sky blood red.

Satan's sleeves fluttered, and black dots containing destructive power gathered in his palm.

Under this terrifying pressure, the blood in Suren's body flowed out through his pores, instantly turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

At this critical moment of life and death, a frivolous and lazy voice rang out.

"It's just the death of a son — if you can't help but cry, I can recommend a good pizza place to wipe your tears."

"But bullying children is anything but fashionable —"