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Tian Xiaoban approached with a sinister grin:

"I was just passing by and didn't mean to kill you, but your little tricks disgusted me! Now all I want to do is beat you up."

Don't worry, your life is already taken, but I'll spare your life when I beat you up.

"Can you please stop slapping my face? I'm a mage who makes a living based on my looks. If my appearance is too bad, I won't be able to get any missions and I'll starve to death."

"Really? That's perfect. It's a good thing for the world if you die sooner."

Tian Xiaoban was too lazy to listen to him anymore, and his arrogance exploded exaggeratedly once again, covering his fist.

Don't get me wrong, the energy covering the fist isn't for explosions, it's for healing. Healing while fighting is the only way to ensure Constantine isn't killed outright by Tian Xiaoban.

However, Constantine was not the type to sit idly by and wait for his fate. Seeing that Tian Xiaoban was determined to beat him up, he stopped pretending and took out a card from the pocket of his khaki trench coat.

The universe has restarted, eliminating many demons who had already gained magical powers. However, many dark magic items still remain in this world. Without the underhanded manipulation of the demons of hell, every magical item is an extremely useful tool.

"The demon's invitation card. Although the demon is dead, the invitation to hell is still valid."

Constantine smiled brightly, "Goodbye, nameless monster. If you've got the guts, go ahead and chase me all the way to hell! Hahahaha..."

The cards unleash their magic!

Under Constantine's careful manipulation, Tian Xiaoban was sealed by several layers of magical barriers, achieving a short-term spatial lockdown that rendered him and the energy within him unable to move.

Constantine himself vanished from the spot, enveloped in that soft black light.

"Damn, that old rabbit runs really fast; it's destroyed all of the cunning rabbit's holes."

Tian Xiaoban shattered the magic circle that had sealed him, speechless. This thing had no offensive power at all; its only effect was to imprison. Moreover, with Constantine, the source of magic, having escaped, the magic circle, without its magic supply, was as fragile as paper.

"Running to hell? Ha! Let's see where you can run to!"

The hellish runes on her wrist lit up. Following the aura of hell she had just experienced, Tian Xiaoban opened a portal in the same location, stood up, and leaped inside.

....................................

Hell, a boiling den of demons.

A wave of intense heat hit him, and Constantine was instantly drenched in sweat upon arrival.

"Fuck, what kind of place is this? Last time we teleported and fell into an ice cave, and now we've fallen into a volcanic crater?"

It's obvious that Constantine has used this Hell teleportation card more than once. With experience from multiple uses, he already knows the card's effect: it will teleport you to the nearest spatial node in Hell based on your location on Earth.

However, Hell is a wretched place, filled with snow-capped mountains, deserts, boiling water, and lava. Even Constantine, with his various protective spells, suffered considerable losses in these places.

"Thank goodness there are no demons in this wretched place. It's too hot, I have to run."

The food demons that randomly spawn in Hell are the real troublesome thing.

Constantine was considered a good ingredient by the lower-ranking demons. They didn't care how special Constantine's soul was; they were more interested in Constantine's lungs, which were full of tar and nicotine. What did lungs completely marinated in tobacco taste like?

This place looks like a canyon, except that what flows through it is lava floating with chili peppers. This stuff looks even more terrifying than a poison gas bomb, with a constant stream of spiciness emanating from this chili-soaked lava.

Constantine's eyes were bloodshot, both from the heat and the burning sensation. His legs were almost blurring as he ran, but this damned canyon was like an endless passage, and no matter how hard he ran, he could never reach the end.

"Hooligan Crab, no, I have to go back! Even if I get caught again, I have to go back!"

Having traveled such a long distance through Hell, he doesn't know where he'll end up back in the real world. There's a high chance he'll return to the place he was in before he traveled there.

After all, the card's teleportation rule is to teleport to the nearest weak point in space, and the distance it travels is not as far as the distance between the weak points in space.

There's a high chance he'll run into that horrible guy again, but given the current harsh environment, Constantine believes that if he stays any longer, he might just be roasted into jerky by the spiciness of the place!

"Got you!"

A familiar voice rang out behind him, startling Constantine. "Fuck, you caught up so quickly!"

He quickly pulled out a few coins and sprinkled them on the ground in front of him. The magic circle lit up instantly. These were magical silver coins that had been baptized with holy water and exposed to holy light for 180 days. The greatest effect of this magic circle was to summon an angel and forcibly pull it out of the magic circle!

This is a very lowly way to use it. If you use this summoning method on Earth, the angels will not listen to you at all, because in the eyes of the angels, Constantine is nothing but an ant and has no right to command him.

But this is hell!

Angels who enter Hell automatically relinquish their citizenship in Heaven and will be tainted by Hell to resemble fallen angels.

At this point, if Constantine were to say that he has a way to cleanse the fallen angel of his sins and allow him to return to Heaven.

That fallen angel, with unwavering faith in Heaven, would be as obedient as a dog! The kind that bites whoever it points at!

Constantine, that scoundrel, can then take the opportunity to escape.

After all, a fallen angel who has entered Hell cannot leave Hell unless his name is known or he is summoned by anyone; he can only be locked in Hell forever.

A divine light burst forth from the ground, and as Constantine offered his devout prayers, an angel was pulled down by the magic circle.

As the angel descended, the array that summoned him exhausted all its divine power. Having lost the protection of the holy light, his sacred angelic feathers, like drops of black ink falling into a glass, quickly stained it black!

"No, no, no! Heavenly Father, save me, don't abandon me!"

He hugged his wings helplessly, crying like an abandoned child.

Immediately afterward, the last remaining light on his body was quickly tainted with black, and the aura of a fallen angel began to expand and erupt continuously. His once baby-faced features began to turn dark and cruel. He had completely fallen into darkness!

"You, you're the one who ruined me, you damned human ant, you're the devil! You deserve the most severe and cruel judgment, the judgment of hellfire!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I have a way to bring you back to heaven, but the price is to defeat him!"

Constantine calmly put his hands in his trench coat pockets, tilted his head, and gestured for the newly born fallen angel to look at Tian Xiaoban beside him.

This was also the first time Tian Xiaoban had ever seen a play about the fall of an angel. The extreme outburst of emotions, from ignorance to darkness and depravity, all happened in just a few seconds. It was so damn exciting. No other play could portray such an extremely vivid performance.

"You're lying to me! No angel has ever returned to Heaven after falling from grace!"

"But God didn't say that fallen angels can't return, did he?"

Constantine, a master of deception, knew this all along: no angel could return to Heaven after falling. But the gambler's mentality always led him to harbor the unrealistic fantasy of returning to Heaven.

Angels, in particular, who regard faith as everything, will go to any lengths to return to Heaven, even if it's a deception by a fraudster, they will still gamble on the possibility.

The more extreme they become, the more thoroughly they degenerate, and the further opportunities slip away from them.

In short, once the angels fell into Constantine's trap, they could never get out!

"You should deal with him now. He is very strong, and I cannot stay in Hell for long. In a few days, I will summon you in the human world and help you return to Heaven."

Constantine could easily fool this fallen angel with just a few words. He dragged him down from heaven, and all he knew was the name of a ghost. Without the name, he couldn't summon it, and what he randomly summoned was always the most numerous food demons.

This silly child, may he stay in hell forever!

Chapter 374 Knocked Out and Taken Away

Constantine ran away, escaping Hell with a teleportation spell, while the crippled fallen angel he had tricked stared intently at Tian Xiaoban.

"To be honest, this is my first time fighting an angel. I don't have much experience. I hope you can be as good as Lucifer!"

To be honest, Tian Xiaoban was indeed quite eager to try.

This is my first time fighting an angel. Although he is a newly fallen angel, his fighting skills should be the same as those of an angel in his current state.

The broken watch had already bounced off, just as the fallen angel was about to attack.

Transform by snapping a watch!

Tian Xiaoban felt a power similar to that of the angel before him surging into his body.

Pure white wings stretched out from his back, actually blocking the sword strike from the fallen angel.

"What! You're an angel too?"

The fallen angel withdrew his sword with a strange look in his eyes, then displayed a sense of shame at being caught red-handed by his own kind.

Tian Xiaoban ignored him, used the obsidian next to the lava to look at his face, and then a strange feeling jumped out at his retina.

[Name: Hua Ye]

[Race: Angel]

[Status: Third-generation divine body, lacking the computing power support of the Tiangong-class battleship. Assessment: Combat strength slightly inferior to a Guardian-class female angel with computing power support.]

Tian Xiaoban: ...Everyone hates Master Hua, everyone wants to be Master Hua, but I never thought I would actually become Hua Ye.

"No, although the genes are a replica of Hua Ye's, it lacks the necessary warship computing power, so this character is essentially half useless. Damn, the Tech Angel is just weak."

Just as he was muttering to himself, the fallen angel once again swung his sword and struck.

"I beg you, may no other angel know of my fall from grace, and die!"

His strikes were ruthless, all aimed at vital points. The dark magic contained in his sword could instantly transform Hua Yexiaoban into a lower-level demon if it wounded an angel.

This is also the power he was given by the rules of hell after his fall from grace.

Despite a flurry of blows, the magically imbued sword couldn't break through Hua Yexiao's defenses.

The dark energy firewall can defend against attacks from flame-level weapons. Hua Ye may not have much else, but he is exceptionally tough and resilient. His genes are primarily focused on maximizing defense and lifespan.

"Impossible! I've never heard of angels being able to resist darkness and corruption! You went to Hell and didn't become a fallen angel, and you even withstood my dark magic! How is that possible!"

Hmm, the fallen angel is a bit vulnerable!

The holy light magic he originally learned has been completely transformed into dark magic in Hell. This corruption is a change from the inside out, a degeneration from theological knowledge to the cultural level!

His extremely unstable emotions were also a factor in his downfall.

Lucifer went mad for tens of millions of years after his fall from grace before regaining his sanity and beginning to study humanity, inadvertently creating the most comprehensive system of torture in the entire hell.

“I am fundamentally different from you. Your power relies on faith and worship, while I am a genetic angel. Although this is my first time using it, my greatest characteristic is that my power will not be corrupted by the changes in your beliefs.”

Tian Xiaoban kindly explained, to prevent the unlucky guy from continuing to spew black smoke at him. Dark magic is completely useless against gene angels that have no faith.

"Then what about your wings! The whole world knows that only angels in heaven have such pure white and beautiful wings!"

The fallen angel looked at his wings, which were emitting black smoke, and felt extremely distressed. Anger once again turned his eyes blood red, and he slashed at Tian Xiaoban with his sword.

Hua Yexiao only glanced at it, but the engine built into his genes started up, and in less than a second, he analyzed all the attack directions of the fallen angels and deduced the fastest counterattack speed.

Sweeping, upward thrusts, downward kicks—the Fallen Angel's movements were skillful and efficient, while black magic was randomly cast upon him, attempting to destroy Hua Yexiao's class through its power.

Hua Yexiao was recording his opponent's movement patterns. When his opponent's attack movements started to repeat themselves, it meant that he had run out of moves.

Then, Hua Yexiao can counter each move and retaliate before the opponent can make a move.

This is the simplest and easiest way to dodge the opponent's attack.

But as time went on, the fallen angel's attack failed to kill anyone, and it didn't even make the unknown angel in front of him show the panic he should have.