People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

"……I?"

Carrie turned around in surprise, looking at Suren with a flustered expression.

"No... I can't do it..."

But all she received in response was a closed door.

Carrie pounded on the wooden door in despair, but received no response.

She turned her head in despair, looking at the hideous demons.

Fear overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

At school, facing the unbridled bullying and ridicule from her classmates, she felt more anger and humiliation at being driven to the brink of despair.

That kind of anger allowed her to subconsciously activate the telekinetic power within her body.

But now, faced with these monsters that seem to have crawled out of a horror movie, as a student, fear is like a mountain, crushing all her will to resist.

Several hybrid demons have shed their human disguises.

Their mouths split open to their ears, their gaping maws wide, as they approached her step by step.

Carrie's legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the concrete floor. She clutched her head tightly with both hands, curling her body into a small ball.

A demon with its head hanging on its chest, baring its massive teeth, lunged at Carrie.

Just as the teeth were about to touch Carrie, a greatsword burst through the door, piercing the demon's head and pinning it to the opposite wall.

The demon vanished as black mist.

Suren stepped out of the door, looked down at Carrie who was huddled up in a ball, and sighed.

He originally intended to use this life-or-death situation to push her and let her experience the power within her body.

But now it seems that it failed.

"It seems this method isn't working... Let's take it slow."

He picked up Carrie and threw her back into the room with the reservoir.

Suren pulled out the Thunder Sword nailed to the wall and put it away, acquiring two uniquely shaped deer blades.

He glanced at the horrified demons on either side, a smirk playing on his lips:

"Let me play with you guys."

Upon hearing these arrogant words, the demons craned their necks and roared, trying to intimidate the person before them with their imposing presence.

But the next second, a head with its mouth agape flew high into the air, gushing blood and staining the ceiling black.

After severing a head, Suren didn't pause for a moment and charged straight into the horde of demons, like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep.

The double-edged sword stirred up a bloody storm in the narrow corridor.

These are monsters who, relying on their demonic bloodline, usually bully and slaughter ordinary people at will.

Yet he couldn't even withstand a single blow from Suren.

Wherever the double blades passed, severed limbs and broken arms fell like rain.

A few minutes later, the last demon was killed by Suren's sword and turned to ashes.

There wasn't a single demon left standing on the field.

Suren stored the Deer Blade in Silent Hill.

Old Man Midnight, who had been hiding in his room, looked at the indistinguishable limbs and torsos scattered on the floor of the corridor and his throat bobbed.

He suppressed the horror in his heart: "Now...can I leave?"

"I didn't stop you from leaving; you came back on your own."

Suren turned her head, glanced at him, and the red light in her eyes gradually faded.

Old Man Midnight felt a chill run down his spine from that gaze. He didn't dare move for a moment, afraid that the madman would go berserk and stab him too.

Despite being cursed with immortality, he cannot be killed.

But the pain of being brutally hacked to death is unavoidable.

He subconsciously touched his bald head, and the memory of being blown in the head by this kid last time flooded back, even making him feel a phantom pain.

Seeing that Su Lun didn't make a move, Old Man Midnight subconsciously took a breath and turned to walk to the other side.

He didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place for another second.

"etc."

Just as the old man reached the corner at midnight, a voice behind him made his body tense instantly, and his hair stand on end.

Suren suddenly remembered something.

Although Mammon descended from here, the ceremony was presided over by the Archangel Gabriel.

Where will I hide then?

If it hides too far away, it won't be able to kill Mammon when it's at its weakest.

If you hide too close, Gabriel will definitely find you.

So we need to think of a way to fool the other party's senses.

And Old Man Midnight, who possesses voodoo magic, must have some strange and unusual things that would enable him to do this.

"Do you possess anything special that can escape the angels' detection?"

"Surren asked."

Seeing that he didn't intend to fight, Old Man Midnight's tense body relaxed slightly.

He turned his head stiffly: "What angel are you trying to fool?"

There is also a great difference between angels.

Even among angels with two wings, there are significant differences.

The angels who were imprisoned in Silent Hill by Suren last time were just low-level soldiers in Heaven, belonging to the guard ranks.

Above them are four-winged angels, also known as Cherubim, who are the backbone of Heaven's fighting force and possess extremely strong individual combat power.

Gabriel.

"That's what Su Lun said calmly."

At midnight, Old Man froze on the spot, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes bulged.

"Who are you talking about...?"

"Gabriel."

Suren shrugged, looking helpless.

Gabriel, the six-winged angel, is already considered a strategic weapon in Heaven.

Above His head, besides Michael, were only the fallen Lucifer and Metatron.

But Michael and Metatron never bothered to descend to earth.

In other words, unless something else intervenes, Gabriel is the true ceiling on this planet.

It's understandable that the other party looked scared.

"You might as well just cut my head off right now!" Midnight Old Man roared, his temper breaking.

"Don't be afraid. Gabriel is an angel of some rank. The one who descended to Earth is just a mortal."

Suren walked over and patted him on the back.

"He is limited by this mortal body, his strength is only a fraction of what it used to be, and he's merely deceiving the other party's senses. What are you afraid of?"

He wasn't lying to the other party. In the movie, Gabriel's performance was like that of a winged being; even Constantine dared to urinate in front of him.

It was clearly just a wisp of consciousness that had descended to Earth.

"..."

Old Man Midnight fell silent. He had spent years walking the line between the human world and hell, and had seen countless people.

At that moment, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He had never seen a madman who dared to set his sights on an angel.

This feeling is like an ordinary person pointing at a nuclear bomb that is about to explode, and the other person is not afraid at all, but even wants to carve "I was here" on the nuclear bomb.

"What do you want me to do?"

……

Los Santos' bustling commercial district.

A sudden downpour began, washing the streets clean.

A car slowly came to a stop in the rain.

"Cough cough..."

Inside the car, Constantine covered his mouth, crumpled a blood-stained handkerchief into a ball, and tossed it aside.

Then, he took out a lighter and skillfully lit a cigarette.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Angela stared intently at the building across the street.

Since she regained her psychic abilities, the city has completely changed in her eyes.

In her line of sight, a cloud of black mist, which even rain could not wash away, lingered on the top floor of the office building opposite.

"Click".

The car doors were locked.

Angela turned around and looked at Constantine, who was puffing out white smoke in the driver's seat: "Open the door!"

"Isabel's death is definitely related to those bastards inside. I'm going to catch him myself!"

"Stay in the car and wait for me. There's a magic array inside that can shield you from external perception."

Constantine took his last drag of his cigarette.

He didn't look at Angela, but turned around and picked up his weapon from the back seat: the Holy Burst.

He opened the magazine and loaded in several specially made bullets, one by one, crafted from gold.

"What's inside isn't something you can deal with with a pistol."

Constantine pushed open the door, and the wind and rain tousled his hair.

"Going up there looking like that will only serve you a few tasty snacks; you'll be of no use whatsoever."