People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Suren's gaze was icy as he adjusted his posture and smashed the other head that was trying to retaliate.

However, all of this seems to be in vain.

In hell, a surge of immense energy flowed into the headless mount.

In the blink of an eye, two brand new heads grew back.

"It's no use. As long as I'm in hell, you can't hurt me."

"But when I descend to the mortal realm, freed from the constraints of the contract, you will be unable to harm me with your current abilities."

"Valak sneered."

In this short time, it had already ascertained Suren's situation.

The Spartan bloodline in the other person's body is extremely strong, but the level of awakening is pitifully low, as if no one has taught them how to awaken, and they cannot even release the most basic demon transformation.

The last trace of apprehension vanished from its eyes, and it reverted to its haughty arrogance.

"Cough cough—"

At the edge of the magic circle, Constantine coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

His body was already weakened by lung cancer, and forcibly maintaining this formation was already excessively depleting his life force.

Suren punched Valak back half a step, his brows furrowing slightly.

Valak's half-body remains in Hell, where energy continues to repair his wounds.

Unless the damage he can unleash exceeds the healing speed of Hell, Constantine will be the first to die if the fight drags on.

"Remove the magic array," Suren suddenly said.

The old man, who was struggling to stay awake at midnight, was horrified:

"Are you crazy? If you remove the magic array, it will be completely unrestrained, and the entire city will become a slaughterhouse!"

"Constantine can't die yet, get him out of this house."

Suren said without turning his head.

"Without the restrictions of the magic array, how will you deal with a demon god?!"

"It's midnight," the old man questioned.

"You'll only get in the way if you stay here."

Suren slowly raised his hand, and a snow-white top hat appeared in his hand.

"The area to be cleared next is quite large. If you don't leave, I'm afraid I won't have the money to cover your funeral expenses."

Seeing that Suren wasn't joking, Old Man Midnight decisively abandoned the magic circle, picked up the shaky Constantine, and headed for the door.

As a businessman, he has done more than enough.

The magic circle lost control, and the chains binding Valak snapped instantly.

Freed from the suppression of the magic circle, Valak stepped across the crack, his deformed demonic body fully unfolding in the room.

"I can smell... the millions of delicious souls in this city."

Valak took a greedy breath, licked his lips with his forked tongue, and looked down at the tiny Suren.

"As a reward for offering these souls, I will first devour your flesh and blood, and taste your despair."

Suren stood there, looking at the arrogant demon god, without saying a word.

Old Man Midnight helped Constantine back to the doorway. Looking at the powerful demon god before him, he then looked at Suren, only to see that a top hat had appeared on the other's head at some point.

Do you even have the leisure to tidy up your appearance?

A red scarf materialized around his neck; the scarf was long, and the excess part fluttered behind him like Superman's cape.

At midnight, Old Man Dad stared at the scarf instinctively. As a businessman, he immediately recognized the US dollars printed with Franklin's image on the scarf.

"Run away."

Suren pressed down on the white brim of his hat with one hand, his lowered eyes gleaming with a bright red light.

Faust's Hat

[Special Magical Tool]: Wealth is power.

[By sacrificing the holder's currency (with a limit), one can obtain devastating blows capable of interfering with reality.]

As soon as he finished speaking, the long scarf behind him began to burn at an exaggerated speed.

outside the house.

Ed Warren, holding his wife, stared at the sky in horror.

The reporters, who were fighting over territory, suddenly found themselves being choked.

All the cameras and eyes turned to the top of the clouds.

There, the thunderstorm clouds were being forcibly pushed apart by an irresistible force.

A giant meteorite, over fifty meters in diameter, with a red tail flame, slowly fell towards them.

At the same time, at a military base near Los Santos, air defense radar sirens blared in unison.

"Sir! Radar has detected an unidentified high-energy reaction! A meteorite is falling over Los Santos!"

The operator pointed to the red warning on the screen, his voice trembling.

"What did you say?!"

The commander shoved the operator aside. "Why didn't the weather bureau or the low-Earth orbit satellites issue any advance warning?!"

"Sir... the satellite has captured a clear image of that meteorite... the structure of that meteorite..."

Another officer in charge of satellite imagery swallowed hard, pulled up the ultra-high-definition image, and looked at him with a look of utter disbelief. "It looks... like it's made up of countless burning US dollars?!"

"What?! What kind of ridiculous joke are you talking about?!"

The commander grabbed the other man's collar in a fit of rage, but froze instantly when he saw the magnified image on the screen.

And beneath this meteorite.

Suren stood before the demon god.

He looked at the spatial rift behind Valak, which had already closed, and pressed his hand on the brim of his hat with a little force.

"I hope your self-healing ability, which you're so proud of, can keep up with the speed at which I burn through money."

Valak raised his head, his arrogant expression vanishing instantly, replaced by fear for the first time.

It looked at the meteorite enveloped in blood, and the image of it ruthlessly and purely using force to sweep everything away reminded it of the ancient demon swordsman who single-handedly pierced through the entire hell.

It wanted to escape.

But the terrifying aura emanating from the meteorite had already locked onto it, and the surrounding air seemed to have turned into a cage, imprisoning it in place.

I can't move!

Valak let out a roar of unwilling anger, and his demonic body swelled up once more.

The two-headed dragon beneath it raised its head, gathering world-destroying light at its throat, attempting to forcefully pierce the meteorite.

But Suren would never give it any chance to struggle in its death throes.

"fall."

His lips moved slightly.

"call--"

The meteorite transformed into a crimson shooting star that pierced the heavens and earth, crashing down with overwhelming force!

Looking at the shadow that had completely filled his field of vision, a primal fear flashed in Valak's eyes.

This dead end, with no way out, made it roar in anger. As one of the seventy-two demon gods, it never yielded even in the face of a dead end.

"Human! How dare you defy the majesty of Hell?! Your soul will be extracted and tormented for eternity!"

"Really? Then you'd better pray you drop a decent magical artifact for me."

Suren smiled faintly.

"Otherwise, my money will have been wasted."

Valak wanted to say something more; it even considered self-destructing its soul, but sadly discovered that, locked by the meteorite, it could do nothing but obediently wait for its death.

"boom!"

The moment the meteorite struck,

The gold meteorite, created from the void by Faust's Hat, transformed into pure destructive power the moment it touched Valak.

Even though Suren tried his best to control the meteorite, the air pressure from its high-speed descent still turned into a visible air wave that swept outwards from the Hudson family home.

Wherever the blast wave passed, cars and streetlights on both sides of the street were blown away like plastic toys.

Old Man Midnight, who had retreated to a short distance away, gritted his teeth and shielded the unconscious Constantine beneath him.

The voodoo bone chain on his chest, which had been used for sacrifices for hundreds of years, burst forth with light, attempting to resist the shockwave.

"Click—"

The light shattered after only a second, and Midnight Old Man coughed up a mouthful of blood. The two of them were thrown over like sacks and crashed into the ruins.

Dozens of water droplets shot into the sky, and in that instant, the glass of all the buildings in the nearby blocks shattered.

……

As the destructive storm gradually subsided, alarms and sirens blared all around.

At midnight, the old man pushed away the debris on his body and tremblingly wiped the dust off his face.

He looked up, somewhat bewildered.

The two-story house that used to be in the neighborhood where the Hudson family lived, along with several surrounding buildings, has completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a deep pit filled with thick smoke and dust.

Bottom of the deep pit.

Valak's wings on his back were broken, and all the bones in his body were shattered.

Having lost the power to restore Hell, this once arrogant demon god finally felt the fear of death.

Suren slowly approached, stepping on the gravel. The Faust hat on his head had already turned into specks of light and disappeared.

He picked up Valak's mangled demonic body.

Valak's venomous vertical pupils stared intently at Suren, his voice broken and fragmented: "I'm in hell... waiting for the day Lord Mammon tears you apart..."

"No need to rush, I will go to Mammon soon and reunite you all."

Suren looked at it and said.

Before Valak could speak, the purple magic flowed directly into Suren's body through his arm.

"Bang!"

This demon has completely vanished from this world.