"Are they always this brave?"
Father James looked at the Winchester Brothers as they charged into the sea of flames, an expression of surprise on his face.
To be honest, as a clergyman, James actually had a good impression of exorcists.
However, he found the Winchester Brothers' aggressive exorcism style a bit hard to accept at first.
"You'll get used to it."
Constantine patted Father James on the shoulder like a seasoned veteran, then, unfazed, pulled out a roll of tattered black bandages, followed by an exaggerated Flame Holy Sword, and joined the battle.
The Winchester Brothers' actions had already exposed their whereabouts.
Constantine stepped forward, intending to end the battle quickly.
The bandages he held were burial shrouds stripped from an Egyptian pharaoh, effective at isolating evil forces. Meanwhile, the flame gun in his other hand, named Dragon's Roar, possessed abilities similar to a weakened version of the Flame Holy Sword.
For ordinary Devils, both of these exorcism tools were considered "divine artifacts."
Unfortunately, Azazel was not only a Devil but also a Fallen Angel.
While the ancient Egyptian burial shroud could isolate his power, the "holy fire" couldn't truly burn him to death.
Watching Azazel, the Winchester Brothers, and Constantine battling together in the sea of flames, Father James's eyebrow twitched, and he wisely stepped back two paces.
He had now retracted his previous assessment of Constantine; someone who could fight a Great Devil in flames was clearly not an ordinary person.
And those incredibly brave Winchester Brothers were definitely not ordinary mortals either.
Thus, Father James concluded: Exorcists are all monsters.
Subsequently, Father James glanced at Mike, Crowley, Marcus, and William beside him, and sadly realized that among the group, only he was truly normal.
The others were either Devils, Daywalkers, Vampires, or Werewolves. Although Mike was human, he was essentially a "Great Demon King." In short, none of them were normal.
…
At this moment, the commotion in the corridor was discovered by the Shadow Demon Clan outside, who surged into the castle.
Blade coolly twirled his blade, then charged towards the Shadow Demons.
Immediately after, Marcus and William also blocked the castle entrance.
A great battle was about to erupt!!!
"Keep an eye on the outside for me. I'm going to find Lucifer," Mike instructed Crowley, then bypassed the sea of flames and walked towards the rooms at the back.
Inside the room, Lucifer naturally heard the commotion outside, but as a lord, he did not go out to investigate. He even had the leisure to pour himself a glass of blood-red wine.
Holding the wine glass, he looked incredibly elegant.
"You've arrived!" Seeing Mike walk in, Lucifer seemed unsurprised, and slowly said, "This time, you seem to have brought some good helpers."
"Yes," Mike nodded, then slowly lit a cigar for himself, exhaled a handsome puff of smoke rings, and then continued, "Aren't you at all worried about the safety of your subordinates outside?"
Maintaining his swagger at all times—
This could be considered the inexplicable competitive spirit at play between men.
"You should be the one worried. This is my territory. I can gather tens of thousands of Shadow Demons to fight for me at any time…" Lucifer looked at the composed human opposite him with surprise, feeling that the other party's posture was a bit strange, "Also, if Azazel can't handle even this much trouble, then he doesn't deserve to be my subordinate."
Lucifer was not human, so he naturally didn't know that Mike, who was currently maintaining a boss-like stance, was actually deliberately showing off.
The two of them, one holding a wine glass and the other with a cigar, stared at each other for a long time.
"Aren't you going to make a move yet?" Lucifer, who had been waiting for the other party's next action, finally couldn't help but speak again after finishing a glass of wine.
"It seems I win!!!" Mike smiled and flicked his cigar away, looking at Lucifer who impatiently stood up, officially declaring his victory in this showing-off duel.
"Boring tricks!" Although Lucifer still didn't understand what the human opposite him was doing, he saw offense in the other's eyes.
So, spreading his black wings, he summoned countless feathers and launched an attack at Mike first.
Although this was only a probing attack, each of those feathers, imbued with dark power, was like a sharp Blade, capable of cutting through gold and jade.
However, facing this probe, Mike didn't even have the slightest thought of dodging.
A transparent shield actively appeared around him, and in layers of ripples, it blocked all the incoming black feathers.
Throughout the entire process, Mike didn't even move a single finger.
Then, his casual suit slowly transformed into a handsome white-gold armor.
"This is God's Armor of Light! That old fellow actually bothered to lend you something like this!" As the first-generation angel, Lucifer naturally recognized the origin of the armor on Mike.
Moreover, Lucifer himself had actually always worn a simplified version of the Holy Light Armor.
As the saying goes: it's not scary to wear the same outfit, but whoever is uglier is embarrassed.
Mike could now completely shout: Big bro, your armor isn't as cool as mine—
"The probing is over. Show me your true abilities! Otherwise, today will be your last!" With a overbearing declaration, a magnificent golden spear materialized in Mike's hand.
Under the shining Holy Light, he looked like a War God descended.
"How is this possible? That old geezer actually lent you his weapon too!!" Lucifer looked at the lavishly equipped human before him, instantly feeling a bit broken, and said resentfully, "Very good, since that old fellow thinks so highly of you, then I must keep you here!!!"
The enraged Lucifer then also took out his weapon, the Holy Light Cross. At this moment, black mist was "gurgling" out of this Holy Light weapon.
Just like its master's mood at the moment.
"Hmph—!"
"Die—!"
Then, the two in the room, with a tacit understanding, charged at each other simultaneously.
Lucifer transformed back into his demonic form, covered in black mist, while Mike triggered the [Fatal Strike] passive on the Holy Light Spear.
With a "thump," their clash this time did not result in earth-shattering tremors, nor even a collision of Holy Light Power and evil energy.
The spear in Mike's hand easily broke through Lucifer's defenses, piercing his chest with a single strike.
As for the black Cross in Lucifer's hand, when it struck Mike, it merely caused the shield on the Armor of Light to violently ripple twice.
And then, there was no "then."
It could be said that in this battle, Mike completely crushed his opponent by relying on the two powerful divine artifacts he wore.
It was also in this clash that Lucifer realized he was no longer a match for the human opposite him.
A strong sense of unease made him disregard the wound on his chest and directly shoot up, smashing through the roof and flying into the high sky.
Large amounts of black blood splattered along the way.
"Trying to run—!"
Mike didn't expect the swaggering Lucifer to choose to flee. He yelled and prepared to give chase.
Don't be fooled by Lucifer appearing heavily wounded; he actually still had the strength to fight again.
As the saying goes, strike the snake at its seven inches. If not now, while he's not in good condition, then when?
Besides, Mike also enjoyed the feeling of beating a dog while it's down.
However, just as he was about to take flight, the shield on him suddenly trembled violently, almost breaking.
Mike was also thrown off balance by this sudden sneak attack.
[Void Power (Trait)]… [Degeneracy Energy + 5 million]…
There's another master???
"You sneaky bastard, get out here!" Mike, who had suffered a hidden loss, burst forth with powerful Holy Light Power, looking around.
For a moment, he even forgot about the fleeing Lucifer.
It just goes to show how much people hate a sneaky, underhanded attacker.
"Still not coming out?" Mike was certain someone had ambushed him just now, but the opponent's hiding ability was so strong that it was difficult for him to pinpoint them quickly.
If he couldn't even see the person, how could he play?
So, Mike turned his attention to the characteristic trait he had just acquired.
On the other side, the shadow hiding also didn't expect the opponent Lucifer had provoked this time to be so strong.
He had just wanted to lend Lucifer a hand, and then let that arrogant fellow have the chance to continue attacking Heaven.
That way, there would continue to be fun to watch.
It was also a bit of the shadow's own twisted amusement.
However, after realizing Mike's strength, the shadow would not put himself in danger.
Having failed in his single strike, he was now preparing to leave.