Why is his holy light red?

As he walked down the corridor back to his cell, Mercury's lips twitched, and he almost couldn't suppress it.

Indeed, no one knows a father better than his son.

Mercury is the one who understands the Angel of Light better than anyone else in the world. This superhero is lawful good, fearless of power, and no threat can affect him. However, his moral standards are too high, so the best way to deal with the Angel of Light is to make him feel guilty.

If your reasoning is sound, then use moral blackmail on him; it will definitely double the effect.

Feeling the powerful force within him, Mercury was once again certain that the Holy Light Angel was indeed invincible. Just a little bit of it made Mercury feel ten times stronger than before.

But Mercury did not intend to use this power to escape from prison.

Mercury isn't incapable of breaking out of here; no matter how tightly the Black Olives seal off the area, he can escape even by digging a tunnel.

But there's no point in doing that. What he wants is a life of luxury: a large villa with constant air conditioning, fine Western food, sunny beaches, a house full of video games, and all sorts of anime merchandise, not to be a fugitive being chased every day.

She didn't want her dear old father to be the one to arrest her after she escaped.

Living in a "law-abiding" world, you must play the role of a law-abiding citizen well. Only if you can't find any fault on the surface can you enjoy all the facilities and services of this country.

Many people think of it as toilet paper under federal law, but most people really can't do without it, because the smell will make most people discriminate against you.

Only the big shots don't have to, because naturally someone will clean up their messes for them, or even lick them clean.

Ordinary people should use ordinary people's methods.

For example, if someone tells you about the survival of the fittest, you respond with social Darwinism.

Mercury slowed his pace, focusing his attention on the energy that had just been injected into his body.

Layers of holy light flickered alternately on his skin, sometimes dark red, sometimes shining with dazzling pure gold.

He tried to assimilate this external force, but found it was like trying to cut a diamond with plastic—the red holy light was far inferior to the golden holy light in terms of density and level. This pure golden holy light could only be borrowed, not directly integrated.

This is already a difference of orders of magnitude. If Mercury wanted to devour his father's holy light, he estimated that it would take him more than ten years to slowly grind himself down.

"Why can't I just inherit my strongest form all at once?" Mercury grumbled.

I thought time travelers always had cheat codes, but it turns out I still have to train myself.

However, this golden holy light has one advantage: it can be controlled by Mercury, and thus can be used.

Suddenly, a wave of heat hit him, and Mercury realized he was back in his messy cell.

Volcanic Rock still sat at the dilapidated iron table, his withered fingers holding a newly cast "King".

Hearing footsteps, the old man raised his eyelids and said mockingly, "It seems your Holy Light Angel isn't planning to just pull you out. Now, you should reconsider my suggestion, child. I truly believe you have potential..."

Mercury strode over and said loudly, "Old man, I didn't criticize you for calling me a child before."

Mercury walked to the chessboard, and a golden holy light suddenly rose from his palm.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the chessboard, radiating heat and sparks, was transformed into a flat disc, like undried mud, pressed firmly against the table.

Golden holy light shone brilliantly, making Mercury appear like a god.

The boy looked down at the old man in the iron chair and said calmly, "Now, what should you call me?"

Upon seeing that familiar golden hue, the volcanic rock's cloudy pupils trembled violently, and he could no longer maintain his calm expression.

Golden holy light?!

Unbearable, terrifying memories resurfaced: in his rage, he had slaughtered hundreds of people, immediately drawing the ire of the military and numerous superheroes.

But in battle after battle, Volcanic Rock discovered that he seemed to be very strong, so strong that no one could match him.

With just a wave of the hand, the world would turn into a sea of ​​fire, and all the so-called superheroes would be burned to ashes.

A single punch can destroy a skyscraper, and a stomp can shatter a city.

I feel like a god.

That's why he felt he was God's chosen people, a true saint.

However, there is another person in this world who is closer to God than him—the Angel of Light.

This person arrived riding on golden holy light. My world-destroying power was meaningless before him. Neither flames nor boulders could shake the holy light in the slightest. Moreover, with just one punch, my body was shattered.

It is this golden holy light right before our eyes.

As if facing a death threat, volcanic rocks directly produce a stress response.

The old man's withered skin immediately emitted a harsh, grating sound as if the rock was rubbing against itself.

He stepped forward, and orange-red magma surged, while dark rock quickly covered his body, piecing together a two-meter-tall lava body.

With each step he took, the intense heat created sticky bubbles on the floor tiles, instantly heating the air in the prison hall and distorting his vision.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mercury's body shone with golden and red holy light. He pushed off the ground, shattering a paving stone, and plunged into the heatwave. His right leg swept across the side of the volcanic rock.

"Bang!"

Like a metal baseball bat hitting a rock, the black rock shattered, fragments flew everywhere, and the massive body of the volcanic rock was kicked and slid half a meter to the side.

However, the extreme heat penetrated the red light defense and flowed down Mercury's calf, igniting his trouser leg. Just as it was about to burn his skin, golden holy light flashed, keeping the heat out.

Seeing this, the volcanic rock let out a deep roar: "It's been almost twenty years, and this holy light is still powerful. However, you are ultimately not the Holy Light Angel."

The volcanic rock split open, revealing a gaping maw, from which a bright white light burst forth.

The surrounding oxygen was rapidly sucked away, pushing the temperature in the hall to a new critical point, making the walls and floor seem to melt.

Just then, dozens of robotic arms descended from the ceiling, and layers of gravity barriers firmly enveloped the volcanic rock.

Erin Channing's voice came over the loudspeaker: "Calm down, old man, think about what you promised."

Volcanic Rock showed no sign of stopping, instead roaring, "I only promised not to leave this prison, Eileen, you can't protect him. But don't worry, I'm just teaching a child a lesson."

The volcanic rock swung its right arm, unleashing a fan-shaped wave of lava fire.

The layers upon layers of gravity barriers had no effect whatsoever and were shattered in an instant, melting down the mechanical arms as well.

The remaining heat surged toward Mercury, enough to burn him to a crisp.

But Mercury raised his right hand, golden holy light covering his palm, and his five fingers cut into the waves of fire.

The moment the high temperature met the golden light, it was as if it was forcibly frozen in time. The golden holy light bloomed, enveloping all the flames and high temperature... and the volcanic rock was the same.

This lava humanoid figure, over two meters tall, was also locked inside by the golden light. The moment the heat was insulated, the entire prison became cool.

Trapped within the volcanic rock, he laughed loudly: "Kid, do you know how many times I broke free when Holy Light used this technique to control me back then? You're merely borrowing a fraction of his power; do you think you can trap me?"

The volcanic rock confidently raised its fist, condensing intense red light, and the intense heat distorted everything, as if it were about to melt through space.

But when this domineering punch landed on the barrier of holy light, the golden holy light did not shatter instantly, but remained unmoved.

Volcanic Rock was stunned. How could this be?

He could have shattered it with a single punch back then, and the Holy Light Angel had to fight desperately to defeat him.

In disbelief, the volcanic rock gathered its power once more and punched the barrier of holy light again and again, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, leaving not even the slightest mark.

Mercury laughed and said, "Old man, why are you still thinking about twenty years ago? Is it possible that the Holy Light Angels are countless times stronger than they were twenty years ago, and even a little bit of their power would be enough to crush you?"

Mercury slowly clenched his five fingers, and the barrier of holy light shrank little by little.

The volcanic rock had completely expanded into flowing magma, trying to break through the barrier of holy light. However, despite being incompressible magma, it gradually shrank under the pressure of the barrier of holy light.

This was the first time Mercury had used the power of this golden holy light, and he had only one feeling in his mind: So powerful.

The intense heat that easily penetrated the red holy light had no effect whatsoever on the golden holy light, while he could toy with his opponents at will.

Now, with just a thought, he can crush this arrogant old man, Volcanic Rock, into dust.

Time was stretched infinitely in Mercury's perception.

As Mercury watched the struggling Flame Stone, he felt an overwhelming sense of superiority.

It was as if he had shed his mortal body and transformed into a true god.

By simply adjusting the angle of force and channeling this energy into the Earth's crust, this planet could be easily crushed like a ripe tomato.