To deal with a bad person, you have to be worse, more shameless, and even more shameless than him.
This is Russell's experience gained from many years of punishing rape and eradicating evil, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and being a good person since childhood.
It's shameful to say that although he knew this truth, he could only talk about it on paper. When it came to applying it in practice, he was always a little behind.
Without him, he is too thin-skinned and not mature enough!
Russell held the Holy Light Sword and stared at Asmodeus's lower three lanes. He frowned coldly, or snorted coldly, or flapped his wings with a whoosh.
Asmodeus waved the black flame sword to block the holy light, looked at Gabriel with his eyes, and suddenly shot two black rays.
The attack came without any warning. Gabriel turned his head to dodge and stopped the attack.
One after another, Asmodeus got a chance to breathe. He took the opportunity to dance his sword airtight, and firmly took the opportunity to inflict a wound on Gabriel.
"snort!"
The cold snort reached his ears, and Asmodeus's heart froze. His eyes reflected the sword light reflected in the distance. He felt as if he was facing a powerful enemy. He gave up his advantage and stood on guard with his sword.
On the edge of the battlefield where the two were fighting, Russell held the holy light sword horizontally and pointed it at the full moon in the sky. Then he took it back to his chest and flicked it with his fingers.
Because it was a long sword made of angelic power, it made no sound and was useless. When he put his finger down, there was no other reaction except a slight pain.
"Ding~~~"
Russell dubbed it himself, and the lingering sound dragged the old man away, and then he praised: "What a sword!"
"..."
Asmodeus wanted to curse, but a ray of white light appeared in front of his eyes, and the sword of judgment pierced his neck. He could even feel the chill on the blade and hurriedly blocked it.
So angry!
Asmodeus's face turned red as the curse words reached his throat and he swallowed them back. His breath was suffocated by the sword energy, and he almost suffered internal injuries.
He is just a clown, his strength is not worth mentioning, we will deal with him later!
Asmodeus secretly warned himself that Gabriel was the real enemy and he could not be distracted now. The enemy was deliberately irritating him.
With resentment in his heart, the black flame sword attacked quickly and fiercely. Asmodeus held back his strength and fought fiercely with Gabriel. The long swords swung together with astonishing energy.
At this time...
Russell: One by one??
Asmodeus suddenly felt cold in the back yard. The evil gaze made him subconsciously tighten his legs, his breath was disordered, and his offensive naturally revealed flaws. During the hasty parry, he was stabbed in the shoulder by Gabriel's sword, and he screamed out of the battle. lock up.
The wound is not long, even for ordinary people, this level of trauma is not worth mentioning, just put a band-aid on it and it will be fine.
The scary thing is the holy light attached to the sword of judgment. Light and darkness are born to restrain each other. The holy light travels back and forth in the devil's body, which is tantamount to injecting deadly venom into the blood vessels.
Half of Asmodeus's arms were numb. He used dark energy to expel the Holy Light while parrying the Sword of Judgment with one hand. He finally expelled the Holy Light and was about to show off his majestic appearance...
"Look at the sword!"
Asmodeus trembled, and one of his arms was cut off by the sword of judgment. He retreated several hundred meters and looked at Russell's position with an angry look.
Russell wielded the Holy Light Sword, fighting wits and courage with the air, humming haha, like a fool.
If he were a fool, there would be no devil in hell!
Asmodeus cursed in his heart, raised his hand to stop Gabriel who was rushing towards him, and said angrily: "Wait a minute, that bastard is moaning and peeping at me with obscene eyes. I want to fight him one on one." !”
Gabriel shook his head slightly and said coldly: "He is not your opponent. I will not watch him die."
Russell nodded repeatedly, "If you say we're going to fight one-on-one, then we're going to fight one-on-one. How shameless for me!"
Asmodeus's chest rose and fell violently, and he no longer had the graceful demeanor he had at the beginning. He said angrily: "Heaven has given birth to such a scum. What's wrong with letting him die in the hands of the devil?"
What he said made sense. Gabriel found that his heart was moved. He opened his mouth and was about to speak when Russell suddenly interrupted.
"Archangel, Asmodeus is trying to drive a wedge between us. He is a devil. You cannot believe a word he says."
Russell glared angrily, silently moved to Gabriel, pointed at Asmodeus and cursed: "Despicable and shameless devil, slandering good people out of thin air, I hummed a few words on the sidelines. What's wrong? If your throat is itchy, use the Holy Light to cure it." Isn’t it okay?”
"And my eyes, my eyes are obviously full of positive energy..." At this point, Russell pointed to his round eyes, which were indeed upright and aboveboard.
Asmodeus: "..."
Gabriel tilted his head and his face was a little red. Russell was very dissatisfied when he saw this. We are all our own people. What does your expression mean?
"Archangel, do you think I'm right?"
"Uh..." Gabriel hesitated, he was not good at lying.
"Asmodeus is a fallen angel, the Demon King of Hell, a devil..." Russell frowned and began to state the facts.
"It goes without saying, you're right!"
Gabriel spoke decisively. Regardless of whether Russell was right or not, Asmodeus was definitely wrong. This was political correctness.
Asmodeus was so angry that he was trembling all over. He raised his hand and pointed at Gabriel: "Thanks to you, you are still one of the four archangels, and you can actually tell such unintentional lies. You...you, you have fallen!"
Russell sneered, turned around and said to Gabriel: "Archangel, look at the devil's face, it's so ugly..."
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Gabriel: You're uglier than him!
"Archangel, if you are really corrupted, Asmodeus will laugh like a pig. Now he is talking about you being corrupted while jumping up and down with anger. It is obvious that he is making a false accusation. This guy is insincere, capricious, and superficial. Different..."
Russell talked for a long time, and finally took a long breath and concluded: "To deal with such a shameless devil, we should go together, there is no need to talk about fairness and justice."
Gabriel's face turned pale, and he tightened his grip on the Sword of Judgment. Finally, he chose political correctness and said with difficulty: "Okay... okay, let's go together!"
Russell nodded secretly. If Gabriel was as mature as Gandalf, why would he bother so much?
Gandalf was inconspicuous at first, but he seized the opportunity and was appreciated by the big boss. From then on, he rose through the ranks and reached the pinnacle of his life.
Gabriel was a noble man and was the most favored high-ranking angel. However, he contradicted his leader and was ordered to do hard labor in the mortal world.
They are both angels, but the gap between the two is so huge...
But it's still too late. As long as Gabriel can maintain this mature momentum, work steadily, and learn more from someone like him, he will definitely regain the favor of the leader.
"Hahaha---"
"I know that heaven is just a bunch of hypocritical villains who pretend to be noble and noble. They do one thing on the surface but another behind the scenes. They do shameless things but still maintain a glorious image..."
Asmodeus laughed angrily: "Let's go together. Am I afraid of you?"
Russell nodded: "Since you ask so, we will go together!"
"..."
Asmodeus was almost pissed to death. He was frustrated when he singled out Gabriel. Adding Russell to the mix, this battle was doomed to defeat.
It's not that Russell is great, but...well...
In short, the defeat is certain!
Asmodeus glared at Russell fiercely, changed his battle plan, and put aside the temptation to degenerate Gabriel. If Russell was not killed, he would not be able to sleep well in the future.
As Asmodeus murmured softly, the broken arm floated in front of him. The black flame sword cut it in half, and the rich darkness spread out in an instant.
Space is distorted and hell comes again...
