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"Tick, tick."

Drips of charred sludge.

A pair of feet covered in black mud stepped lightly on the floor.

Satan, a handsome man with bare feet, a white suit, and a sick smile on his face appeared out of thin air in this hall.

Constantine collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, with a sneer on his face: "Finally, Lucifer."

Lucifer, son of the stars, the first angel in the world to commit the sin of pride, the great enemy of heaven, "described in the book of Isaiah"; bright star, son of the morning, why have you fallen from the sky. How come you, who conquered all nations, were cut down to the ground?

"Ah, I haven't heard such ancient praise for a long time." Lucifer bit his head and looked at the son of the devil who was fixed in the hall, his dishonest child Mammon. For a moment, Lucifer looked handsome. His face was a little more angry.

"It's a game between me and God."

He walked slowly towards Mammon, never forgetting to look back at Constantine, and politely explained: "I'm sorry, please wait until I send this naughty child back to hell."

Before he finished speaking, Lucifer stood behind Mammon as if silently.

"Snapped!"

Strong wrists clasped the devil's son's neck.

Lucifer lay in Mammon's ear and whispered with an evil smile: "It's time to go back to hell, child."

The next moment, the marble stone surface reflected a scene like burning flames. Mammon had no chance to resist, and it was like a stream of light hitting the floor and disappearing.

"Then the eyesore is gone."

Lucifer whistled like a gangster, pulled out a chair from the conference hall and sat in front of Constantine, spread his legs, put one hand on his leg to support his knee, and stared at Constantine playfully.

"I said I would personally take you to hell. Constantine, you committed suicide. This is an unforgivable crime. It's time for you to go back to hell with me."

"Now, it's time."

Lucifer stood up and grabbed Constantine's arm, dragging him towards the center of the hall like a dead dog.

The clothes rubbed against the ground, making a "rustling" sound, and Constantine's vision was blurred.

Lucifer was whistling in a happy mood.

He could throw Constantine into hell in an instant, but he enjoyed the process and fun of torturing Constantine.

It was an emotion that gave Lucifer great pleasure in watching the man frighten at the horror to come.

He walked, and as the Lord of Hell, his steps were leisurely. He had already thought of a thousand ways to torture Constantine, a bastard, in hell.

"I'm afraid, you can't take him away."

A voice sounded faintly behind him.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes and curled up into a playful smile.

Lucifer was a little surprised that someone could escape from the constraints of his own laws.

There are only a few existences on the earth that can compete with the power of his own laws, and the only ones that exist are old monsters who rarely come out.

"When did another strong man appear in the world?"

Lucifer dropped Constantine and turned to look behind him.

A young man wearing a black windbreaker was standing in the corner with his hands in his pockets and a leisurely expression.

He didn't know when he appeared there, it could be a long time, or it could be just a moment.

"Don't be too surprised. There is no strong person on earth, and there is no decent strong person in the world, because I am the strongest."

Gino spoke calmly, as if what he said was not an exaggeration, but an ironclad fact.

At this moment, Constantine, whose consciousness was half-conscious, struggled to open his eyes and uttered a few words from his mouth with difficulty: "It's finally here."

His supporter came and he could finally rest for a while.

Constantine closed his eyes completely and fainted.

now.

In the huge conference hall, Jino and Lucifer stood in the left and right corners respectively.

Bathed in the bright moonlight, it was like a god descending from the sky, with an indifferent and contemptuous smile on his face.

Hidden in a dark and mysterious corner, with a tall body and blue eyes, just standing there quietly gives people an extremely oppressive feeling, like a handsome warrior preparing to kill a god.

Lucifer looked at Gino,

The young man's arrogance reminded Lucifer of his arrogant appearance when he was young.

"Young people are always fearless, full of enthusiasm and full of fantasies. This is a good thing."

Lucifer had a smile on his lips, and his handsome face had a faint smile, but his golden pupils exuded cold murderous intent.

"However, overconfidence will turn into arrogance, and arrogance will make people fall into hell!"

"Arrogant?" Gino sneered and shook his head: "Maybe you misunderstood me, Mr. Lucifer, this is not arrogance, but comes from confidence in strength!"

Jino didn't finish his words, but Lucifer raised his arms in front of him in an instant.

"boom!"

A fist slammed into the fallen angel's arm with a violent storm. The extreme speed tore through the air, causing a scream to break through the air.

The collision between God's creation and the steel body caused a roaring sound.

The roar and tremors spread around the air, shattering the sturdy bulletproof glass.

"Boom boom boom!"

Once you take action, you won't stop.

Gino kept swinging his fists and hitting Lucifer like a violent storm.

In just one second, he threw thousands of punches, and the terrifying power that could shake the earth kept hitting Lucifer's arms.

"Kakaka~"

The solid floor beneath his feet also shattered.

"boom!"

As the cement flew away, two figures hit from the ninth floor to the eighth floor.

Another powerful and heavy punch hit Lucifer's arm hard, and then another kick hit Lucifer's cheek hard.

The creature's standpoint was wrapped in leather boots and he trampled the fallen angel's cheeks hard.

"Oh!"

The huge foot force blasted away the King of Hell, leaving a dark shoe print on his perfect white cheek.

"Da da da~"

Lucifer staggered back dozens of steps to stabilize his body. The force of his legs caused the stone slab under his feet to break. A trace of anger appeared on Lucifer's handsome face.

"mortal!"

He let out an inhuman roar, and his beautiful cheeks seemed to be distorted and gradually became more ferocious.

"how dare you?"

"How dare you humiliate me!"

He roared up to the sky, and violent bloody energy surged around.

Lucifer has always been proud. According to legend, the reason why this former angel and son of the Morning Star was demoted to heaven was because he committed the crime of pride.

Such a proud existence had its dignity trampled on by a small human being.

For a strong man like him, dignity is sometimes more important than life.

With the surge of bloody energy,

Lucifer also started his counterattack.

"Shh!"

With a flick of his hand, Lucifer used hell magic to condense a strong angel sword.

The tip of the sharp long sword pointed at Jino. Lucifer raised his left cheek with shoe prints and showed a sickly smile: "Human, I want to use your flesh and blood to feed the hell dogs that guard the gate."

Lucifer was roaring, and he saw Jino shrugging. The young man had a calm expression on his face, and even stretched out his hand to hook his fingers at Lucifer, and sneered: "If you have this strength, then let me witness it!"