People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Mental hospital.

Suren sat leisurely by the reservoir.

The once clean and white tiled walls are now covered with dense, twisted runes.

As Old Man Midnight finished his last stroke of the pen...

In an instant, the runes in the entire room seemed to be connected to a circuit, glowing faintly red before slowly disappearing as if they had never existed.

Looking at the spotless floor, Suren asked curiously, "How effective is this stuff?"

Midnight Old Man put away his talisman pen and raised his chin: "Hmph, if it were a demon god of the same level as the one we encountered last time, this chain voodoo formation could bind it for at least three or four seconds."

"Even if a higher-ranking hell lord were to descend, it would only slightly restrict their actions."

"Three or four seconds? That's enough. As expected of you, Midnight Daddy."

Suren's eyes lit up, and she promptly offered a business compliment.

"Buzzing—"

His cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Suren walked to the side and answered the call.

"Surren! Angela's psychic abilities have been restored."

"She saw many things. Now you can tell me, what else are the conditions for Mammon's descent?!"

As soon as the call connected, Constantine's impatient voice came through.

"We still need a sacred relic."

Suren said calmly.

"A sacred relic capable of tearing through dimensions and bearing the power of angels."

"If you can get it before them, you might be able to stop Mammon from coming."

"What is that?! Now..."

Constantine stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

"Wait... since you know everything, why didn't you stop it?"

When he spoke again, there was a hint of wariness in his voice.

Why?

They still couldn't defeat the Archangel Gabriel.

Suren muttered to himself, of course, he wouldn't tell Constantine these words.

"Mammon poses no threat to me. Even if Los Santos is destroyed, I can simply move to another place to live."

He chuckled softly, "And..."

"I don't plan to go get a ticket to Heaven anymore. I know people in Hell, so if you can't get into Heaven, you can come to me."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Suren didn't even need to look to guess that Constantine was currently inhaling cigarettes in a frenzy.

The other party will not give up any opportunity in order to get into heaven.

A moment later, a sound of gritting teeth came from the other end of the phone.

"What kind of sacred object is it?"

"The Spear of Destiny".

Suren said, "The spear that was used to pierce Jesus on the cross."

"What?! Those lunatics have found the Spear of Destiny?!"

Constantine's exclamation came from the other end of the phone.

Suren added, "As far as I know, you're also familiar with the guys who escorted it."

"Barsaze".

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Not far away, Old Man Midnight was packing up his magical artifacts.

With his extraordinary hearing, he overheard the entire conversation between Suren and Constantine.

Balthazar's public identity is that of a financier.

His true identity is that of a half-demon, who always likes to play with a coin in his hand, treating the manipulation of human souls as a game.

As a businessman, he occasionally had business dealings with the other party.

But that hybrid demon has been acting mysteriously lately, and it has also been tainted with the scent of holy angels.

He initially thought it would be like last time, dealing with some kind of demon.

But now, hearing the conversation between Suren and Constantine, they discovered that it not only involved this half-demon, but also the legendary artifact, the Spear of Destiny.

At midnight, Old Man suddenly remembered the message he had received from hell a while ago—darkness was coming, and Mammon was about to descend.

Then he looked at the array that Suren had asked him to draw.

His expression changed drastically as he looked at Suren: "You...you're not going to fight Mammon here, are you?"

"Bingo! You got it right, but there's no prize."

Suren snapped his fingers. "Considering our pleasant cooperation, it's not too late to run now."

"You're crazy! I shouldn't have been greedy for that little bit of money!"

Midnight Old Man's expression changed drastically, and he roared, "Constantine's a fool too! He actually followed your foolish ways!"

He grabbed the briefcase he had brought and walked towards the exit without looking back, as if afraid of getting involved in any karma.

Suren watched his father flee in panic at midnight, then casually tossed his phone into Silent Hill.

By now, Constantine should have already taken Angela to find the demon Balthazar, right?

There was one thing he didn't tell Constantine.

This demon Balthazar was actually in cahoots with the archangel Gabriel.

The spear of fate had long since been handed over to Gabriel.

Now all that's left is for Constantine to take Angela to Balthazar, the demon, and deliver Angela to the archangel.

Everything is ready.

Thinking of Gabriel, Suren felt that this archangel was simply insane.

The other side believes that no matter what mistakes a person makes, as long as they make a simple confession before death, they can be forgiven and go to heaven.

Gabriel was extremely dissatisfied with this, believing that God favored these people too much.

He believed that only after experiencing hellish catastrophes, in an environment of extreme fear and suffering, can the faith that humanity displays be at its purest.

Therefore, he was the one who spearheaded Mammon's arrival plan.

However, what alarmed Suren was that, in the system mission description, Mammon's Descent was merely a prerequisite mission for the impending darkness.

That means that this archangel was just a pawn being used.

Just as Suren was still thinking, Carrie tugged at his clothes, interrupting his thoughts.

"Sulen..."

Carrie huddled beside him and pointed to the entrance of the reservoir.

"Um?"

Suren snapped out of her daze and looked over.

Just moments before, Old Man Midnight had been in a hurry to leave, but now he was turning back the way he came.

This black wizard, who always valued elegance and manners, had a long tear in his suit and was sweating profusely.

"If I ever take your business again, I'll twist my own head off and use it as a football."

At midnight, Old Man gritted his teeth and growled.

"What's wrong? Is there a traffic jam outside?"

Suren raised an eyebrow.

The fact that this businessman was forced to return suggests that the situation outside must have been quite significant.

"Go out and see for yourself!"

Suren walked to the door and looked outside.

A large number of demons had gathered in the corridors on both sides of the entrance.

Some of them wore suits, their pupils glowed red, and they could still maintain their human form.

But there is also a small number of demons whose deformed appearance and sharp teeth are exposed to the world without any scruples.

"Oh, so you've come ahead of time to cover for your master."

Suren sneered.

Even before Mammon was born, these demons, with Gabriel's indulgence, dared to act so boldly.

Carrie, who was following behind Suren, had never seen such a chaotic scene before. She involuntarily backed away, her face turning pale.

Suren turned her head to look at Carrie.

These half-baked demons outside the door, though numerous, were nothing more than a bunch of grunts in his eyes.

However, it would be perfect for this witch to practice on.

He turned around and gently pressed her shoulder, making her face the ugly faces outside the door.

"Don't be afraid, Carrie."

Suren took a few steps back and pushed Carrie out the door.

"They're all yours now."