Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

“I caused the souls of innocents to fall into hell, and I should be held responsible for that, but humanity must be tested. The Lord should love the souls that are more deserving, not those sinners who should be eternally burned in hell!”

What else could she say? Tsugumi forced a smile.

Just as he suspected, Gabriel had gone mad. His repentance did not equate to his cessation of action; Gabriel's unwavering will was to destroy the world and turn it into a purgatory to test the human soul.

Even in the original storyline, when His wings were shattered by Lucifer and He realized that the Lord did not approve of Him, He remained incorrigible, only gleefully watching Constantine who had been redeemed, feeling that he had at least proven a noble soul.

The fact that even an angel who once served on God's left side could so willingly embark on a path of rebellion shows that this madness cannot be resolved with just a few words. It also reveals that, apart from Michael, none of the angels who have had prolonged contact with humans could resist wanting TuTu.

"Then you should go to hell," he said casually.

“Go to hell and fight for the souls of the innocent, fight for Isabella. Believe me, Gabriel, this is the only way you can receive the Lord’s forgiveness and protection after doing these things.”

"Making mistakes is not terrible; what is terrible is making mistakes and believing that repentance can make everything alright. Gabriel, don't become the kind of person you hate the most."

Gabriel lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then raised his head to gaze at Tsurugi, and said softly.

“You’re right—I’ll go to hell to atone for my sins.”

Having said that, Gabriel vanished without a trace with a beam of light. Tsugumi sat by the warm fire for a moment, then stood up, smoothed her hair, and said with satisfaction...

"Finally fell for it~~~~"

He finally got rid of the biggest and most uncontrollable uncertainty in the things he was going to do and the plans he was going to execute.

Gabriel, this mad archangel, was indeed without God's protection. But he was still an extremely terrifying being. He lost to Lucifer not because he was weak, but simply because the Lord did not protect him.

Once He's been lured to hell, He's unlikely to return to the human world, nor will He ever think of continuing to carry out His ridiculous and absurd plans!

With the trouble cleared up, Tsugumi was finally able to continue carrying out her plan.

He first looked at his task panel.

World Mission: Save Constantine's Soul.

'Task Reward: 'Interest Compounding Bank''

I feel like I've seen this mission reward somewhere before, but I can't remember where. Oh well, it's not important. This reward wasn't the main focus of this mission anyway.

This task was no challenge for him at all; in fact, he should have done nothing at all to ensure its successful completion.

After all, even if he does nothing, Constantine can still redeem himself and complete his work in this script arranged by God.

But Tsugumi also came with a mission.

He must sign a contract with Lucifer in order to complete the loop with his past self—and clearly, not everyone can sign a contract with the Lord of Hell.

It had to be a soul or something that would interest Him. Constantine would be a sacrifice that would please Him, but that went against Tsurugi's mission.

So, we still need to do big things!

Only by making things big can we pique the interest of the Lord of Hell.

Dongjiang finished the last bit of tea in his cup, pushed open the church door, and walked out.

The rain was drizzling outside; the weather in England is always so awful. Looking at the dark sky, listening to the honking horns, and watching the passing cars, Dongjiang suddenly spoke.

"You know what? I hate insects, especially those disgusting things with lots of limbs."

The rustling of insects rang incessantly beside him. The next moment, as he turned his head, a monster composed of countless reptiles and arthropods instantly pounced on Dongjiang!

But before they could get close, they were pushed away by the primal force emanating from Tsurugi.

"Mind your own business, exorcist!!!"

The swarm of insects that had been pushed aside formed a ferocious face, roaring at Dongjiang:

Tsurugi looked at him and said slowly:

"Balthazar? Judging from your appearance, you should be a demon of the Ring of Gluttony. Why would you want to become Mammon's lackey?"

After saying that, he switched to his Demon Noble character card.

Sensing the leaking aura, Balthazar was slightly taken aback at first, then immediately stopped, and said in a low voice.

"I never expected you to be a fellow countryman... Your aura belongs to Almondis. Is the Seventh Ring going to get involved in these matters?"

Despite his tone, he could not hide his fear, because even though the demon's power was not commensurate with his rank, it was still a true 'Count', while he was merely a 'young nobleman'.

Tsurugi stepped forward, approaching Balthazar, her bloodshot eyes glaring disdainfully at this demon who even belonged to the aristocratic class, and then—

Instantly switch to the Paladin character card!

Fire of Heaven

"Aa ...

Caught completely off guard and with no way to anticipate this, Balthazar let out an incredibly piercing scream.

The countless swarms of insects that made up his body emitted crackling and burning sounds as if they were being roasted. He tried to escape, but Tsurugi grabbed him and he couldn't move.

The holy light shining at such close range was enough to leave Balthazar helpless!

"You're not some powerful demon either."

He looked at Balthazar, now a charred corpse, and said mockingly...

“Your master sent someone like you to carry out His ‘great plan’? I seriously doubt whether He is really Mammon.”

"Let go! Liar! Blasphemer! How could you possibly have the fire of heaven, how could you—no, you are, you are!!!"

Balthazar screamed, as if a mortal had encountered an evil spirit, or a demon had encountered something even worse and filthy, and was filled with utter terror.

“I’ll protect Constantine’s soul,” he whispered in Balthazar’s ear, then increased the pressure.

The next second, it was burned to ashes.

Tsurugi took a step back, watching as the remaining part of the pure-blooded demon was carried into the sewer by the rainwater.

Although I'm quite curious about who this guy is, and who is supposedly Mammon, but whose brainlessness and the meager skill of his subordinates are far inferior to the Lord of the Pandemonium, I don't know what kind of demon he is, but never mind.

He had more important things to do, and sending him back to hell was also a way for him to deliver a message.

He has already wound up the doomsday clock for human society, and now it's time to find someone who can apply the brakes.

only--

In any case, Tsugumi will never be John Constantine's teammate.

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P.S.: Hellblade is not as long as Moonblade, it will probably end in five or six days. The main purpose is to complete the loop and get a berserk demon form, which makes the battle more enjoyable. As for TuTu, he will appear in this world, at least twice!

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 75. Midnight Bar

London, midnight bar

This is a rare, if not unique, neutral diplomatic venue where heaven and hell coexist on earth.

The master here, Papa Midnite, is a truly formidable character. He is a supernatural being who is proficient in voodoo magic and walks between heaven and hell.

He's similar to Constantine, but nowhere near as deserving of a beating.

At least if you go to hell at midnight, you won't be treated badly. You might even get to sit with a demon lord. But if Constantine goes down there, being torn to pieces will be the mildest appetizer.

Therefore, Tsurugi doesn't want to cause trouble here.

Although this place isn't part of the DC Universe in the conventional sense, Midnight, this guy who walks between the two worlds, must have a lot of powerful gadgets at his disposal.

It's best to avoid trouble if possible!

Tsurugi pushed open the door to the Midnight Club. With his Saint character card, he attracted the puzzled, horrified, inquisitive, and even lustful gazes of countless hybrid demons and angels. After all, to them, Tsurugi's presence was as dazzling as a campfire in the dark night.

After all, saints have been extinct for almost a thousand years now. The last time we went back to that time was during Joan of Arc's reign!

Ignoring the gazes of his masters, Tsurugi watched as Midnight's subordinates went to report, and then followed him to Midnight's office.

No one dared to stop him; the saint's special status at this time and place deterred both angels and demons from making any rash moves.

While silently reminding himself not to cause trouble, Tsurugi opened the door to Midnight's office, glanced at Constantine beside him, and then smiled and greeted Midnight, who had stood up to welcome him, with a loud and enthusiastic greeting.

"Hey! Good evening, Brother Ni!!!"

With a smile, Tsugumi raised her hand towards midnight in a standard West Coast accent.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, and Midnight, who had just stood up with a friendly smile and was about to shake hands, instantly turned pale.

"Pfft!" Constantine's barely suppressed laughter broke the silence.

Midnight glared at him fiercely, then looked at Tsugumi without expression.

"Even if you are a saint, you cannot insult me ​​here!"

"An insult? No, isn't that wrong?" Tsugumi asked, looking puzzled.

"I just arrived in this country, and this is how I see Black people talking to each other? Isn't 'Brother Ni' an intimate term used between close friends?"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha! Midnight, you really can't blame him, he's a saint from the East! Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Constantine clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he was almost cramping up, then he started coughing violently.

“John, you better keep that smile; it will be very precious to you in hell.”

At midnight, looking at Constantine kneeling on the ground coughing up large amounts of blood, as if he were coughing up his lungs, he sneered.

"Now, get out! Leave some space for me and my guests!"

"Heh... whatever you want."

Constantine gave Tsurugi a deep look, then gave Midnight the middle finger and staggered away.

"So, what brings the saints of heaven to me?"

At midnight, I poured him a full glass of Coke—I don't know why he had this there, or how he knew that Tsurugi liked Coke.

He didn't hesitate to pick it up and take a sip, speaking frankly.

"At midnight, can I trust your neutral stance?"

"Of course, midnight transcends yin and yang, never favoring either side."

"And what about humans?"

Tsurugi's question made Midnight pause, her brows furrowing as she looked at him.

"what do you mean……"