People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Ancient incantations were uttered from the mouths of Constantine and Old Man Midnight.

It doesn't sound like human language.

At least Suren couldn't understand it.

The innermost summoning circle on the floor began to light up.

Suren stood quietly at the edge of the magic circle, his magic power boiling over, yet not a single ounce of magic power leaked from his body.

All the magic was forcibly condensed into his clenched right fist.

The temperature inside the house plummeted, the whole house began to tremble, and dust fell.

outside the house.

What was once a bright and sunny midday day suddenly turned into darkness.

Above the street, dark clouds hung like an inverted funnel, connecting to the roof of the Hudson's house.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning ripped across the sky.

"Quick! Zoom in! Don't miss any shots!"

The reporters outside the police cordon went wild. They had only come to film the so-called paranormal events to fulfill their station's assignments, but who could have imagined encountering such a once-in-a-century natural disaster?!

The onlookers gasped in surprise at the sight, their flashlights clicking incessantly.

Some fearless paparazzi even brought cameras and tried to sneak into the yard to take close-up photos.

A crimson light shone from the second-floor window of the Hudson's house.

The air became heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

The Warrens, who were busy evacuating the crowd, stopped and turned around abruptly to look at the rooms on the second floor.

Rowling, in particular, began to tremble uncontrollably.

As a medium, the moment she saw the red light, her consciousness was forcibly transported to a hell filled with endless pain and torment.

"God... what on earth are they doing in there?!"

Two lines of bloody tears flowed down her cheeks.

The immense malice of hell instantly shattered Rowling's mental threshold; her eyes rolled back, and she fainted in her husband's arms.

inside the house.

The red light of the magic circle reached its peak, and cracks appeared in the void.

A pitch-black spatial rift was forcibly torn open in the center of the room.

Looking through the crack, Suren saw wasteland on the other side, constantly swept by sandstorms.

Hellfire burned in the corner, and tens of thousands of carrion-eating demons rushed toward the crack.

Countless demonic claws clung to the edge of the crack, trying to crawl through this passage into the human world.

Constantine turned pale upon seeing this familiar scene, and his arm, which was forming a hand seal, trembled uncontrollably.

The tragedy from many years ago seemed to be playing out again before his eyes, and he forced himself to close his eyes and stop looking.

Just then, a chilling scream came from the other end of the crack.

Those little devils that were desperately trying to crawl out were instantly reduced to ashes.

When the old man saw this scene at midnight, cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

He regretted it a little.

Even dealing with those little demons that just tried to crawl out, he would have to wear them down one by one until they were all eliminated.

But now, before we even saw how the main force made its move, all these little devils are dead?

Five million US dollars is far too little; it's practically charity!

Next time he does something like this, I'll have to charge him tens of millions of US dollars.

The crack was forced open by a powerful force.

Unlike the ferocious and terrifying demons one might imagine, a fair-skinned little boy with empty eyes rode a two-headed dragon and slowly emerged from the crack.

The boy's lips didn't move, but a faint, uncertain, and emphasized tone resounded directly in the ears of the three:

"Human... have you finally found the body I'm to incarnate in?"

Suren, who was about to throw a punch, paused.

The body?

This demon looks... quite familiar with humans?

Instead of acting immediately, he continued, "Honorable Demon God, it will always take some time to find the perfect vessel to contain your power."

Suren suspected that the human who was supposed to prepare a body for it was very likely the mastermind behind the impending darkness.

Even the son of hell, Mammon, was just one part of their plan.

It's unclear what connection this mastermind has with the organization that secretly observes the devil.

The boy's empty eyes shifted slightly as he sat atop the two-headed dragon, looking down at Suren:

"Centuries ago, your ancestors established a connection with me through sacrifice..."

"Now, I must remove all obstacles for the coming of my Lord Mammon!"

As it spoke, half of the two-headed dragon beneath it had already crossed the spatial rift.

Seeing that Suren still had the mind to chat with the other party, Constantine roared in exasperation, "Suren! Do it! What the hell are you waiting for?! Are you inviting it for afternoon tea?!"

Suren ignored him and continued to probe, "Centuries is too long. Your ancestors who once connected you have long since turned to dust. The current plan..."

You're lying.

Valak's vertical pupils contracted slightly: "They've lived for so long, how could they possibly be dead?!"

Enraged at having seen through the deception, the demon god defied the rejection of the interdimensional contract and accelerated the speed at which it squeezed out the crack.

This is not its fault. In the eyes of demons, all humans look exactly the same, with no distinguishing features whatsoever.

The outside world was plunged into complete darkness, and a fierce wind howled.

Razer tumbled through the clouds, as if the end of the world had arrived.

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to go back to hell and ask them again."

Suren sneered, his left hand making a grasping motion, and the [Demon-Exorcising Holy Flame] fell into his palm. He then pulled the trigger twice on the two-headed dragon in the crack.

"Bang! Bang!"

The moment the flames ignited, Suren's long-awaited right fist struck the demon Valak squarely in the face like a cannonball.

The boy's face was twisted and deformed by the punch, and his skin was broken.

A pair of wings that blotted out the sky spread out behind it, tightly wedging the edge of the spatial rift and attempting to forcibly widen it.

Old Man Midnight gritted his teeth and desperately poured his magic power into the artifact, while Constantine also quickened his chanting.

Suren lunged forward, unleashing a barrage of powerful punches, each one imbued with all his magic, upon Valak's face.

However, this demon seemed to feel no pain.

A ferocious smile appeared on its face, which was smashed to pieces, as it withstood Suren's heavy blows and moved forward step by step.

Just then.

The outer ring of the summoning circle lit up with blue and yellow circles again!

This is a multi-layered restriction array that Constantine and Midnight Father set up in advance.

The light from the two magic arrays transformed into chains, piercing Valak's demonic body and drawing its energy.

"roar--"

Valak let out a roar, the human boy's skin on its body peeled away, and the black feathers on its back began to wither and fade.

The progress was finally forced to a halt.

Suren's eyes narrowed, and he vanished from the spot.

The next second, his figure appeared above the two-headed dragon.

A surge of violent magic enveloped his arm, and he threw a punch.

"boom!"

The hard scales were shattered like thin paper, and the entire enormous dragon head was smashed to pieces.

Midnight Old Man's pupils contracted. This was a demon. Could a human body really destroy it with bare hands?

Sitting atop the dragon's back, Valak noticed the magic emanating from him and asked with some surprise, "The scent of Sparta... what's your relationship with Virgil?"