American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 120 You Can't Take Him Away

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

Blackened silt dripped down.

A pair of feet, covered in black silt, gently stepped onto the floor.

Satan, a handsome man who was barefoot, wearing a pristine white suit, and sporting a sickly smile, appeared out of nowhere in this hall.

Constantine collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, a mocking smile spreading across his face: "Finally, Lucifer."

Lucifer, son of the stars, the first angel to commit the sin of pride, the great enemy of the Kingdom of Heaven, as described in the Book of Isaiah: Bright star, son of the morning, how you have fallen from heaven! You who have conquered nations, how you have been cast down to the earth!

"Ah, it's been so long since I've heard such an ancient praise." Lucifer bit his head, then looked at the demon child frozen in the hall, his unruly son Mammon. For a moment, a hint of anger appeared on Lucifer's handsome face.

"This is my game with God."

He slowly walked towards Mammon, glancing back at Constantine before politely explaining, "I'm sorry, but I'll have to wait until I send this unruly child back to hell first."

Before he finished speaking, Lucifer appeared to stand silently behind Mammon.

"Snapped!"

A strong wrist gripped the son of the demon's neck.

Lucifer whispered with a wicked laugh in Mammon's ear, "Time to go back to hell, child."

The next instant, the marble surface reflected a scene of burning flames, and Mammon had no chance to resist. He vanished into the floor like a streak of light.

"Well then, the eyesore is gone."

Lucifer whistled like a thug as he pulled a chair out of the meeting room and sat down in front of Constantine, legs spread apart, one hand on his knee, staring at Constantine with amusement.

"I told you I would personally take you to hell, Constantine. You committed suicide, an unforgivable sin, and it's time for you to come back to hell with me."

"Now, the time has come."

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

The clothes rustled against the ground, and Constantine's vision blurred.

Lucifer whistled, in a cheerful mood.

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

Lucifer found great pleasure in watching the man tremble with fear at the impending terror.

He strode forward, his steps unhurried as the lord of hell, having already devised a thousand ways to torment Constantine, that bastard, in hell.

"I'm afraid you can't take him with you."

A voice echoed softly from behind.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, a playful smile playing on his lips.

Lucifer was somewhat surprised that someone could break free from the constraints of his own laws.

There are very few beings on Earth who can resist the power of their own laws, and the few that exist are mostly old monsters who rarely venture out.

"When did another powerful figure emerge in the mortal realm?"

Lucifer abandoned Constantine and turned to look behind him.

A young man in a black trench coat stood in the corner with his hands in his pockets and a relaxed expression on his face.

I don't know when he appeared there; it could have been a long time ago, or it could have happened in an instant.

"Don't be too surprised. There are no strong people on Earth, and there are no decent strong people in the human world, because I am the strongest."

Gino spoke calmly, as if his words were not exaggerated but as undeniable facts.

At this moment, Constantine, whose consciousness was already half-fainted, struggled to open his eyes and managed to utter a few words: "Finally here."

His powerful backer has arrived, and he can finally rest for a while.

Constantine closed his eyes and fainted completely.

now.

In the large conference hall, Gino and Lucifer stood in the left and right corners respectively.

Bathed in the bright, clear moonlight, like a god descending from the heavens, a carefree and disdainful smile graced his face.

Hidden in a dark and secluded corner, a tall figure with blue eyes, simply standing there exudes an extreme sense of oppression, like a handsome warrior preparing to kill a god.

Lucifer looked at Gino,

The boy's arrogance reminded Lucifer of his own youthful arrogance.

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

Lucifer smiled, his handsome face bearing a faint smile, but his golden eyes radiated a chilling killing intent.

"However, excessive self-confidence turns into arrogance, and arrogance leads to hell!"

"Arrogance?" Gino scoffed, shaking his head. "Perhaps you've misunderstood me, Mr. Lucifer. This isn't arrogance, but rather confidence in one's own strength!"

Gino didn't finish his sentence, but Lucifer instantly raised his arms to block in front of him.

"boom!"

A fist, accompanied by a violent surge of energy, slammed into the fallen angel's arm. The extreme speed tore through the air, causing a sharp, piercing shriek to explode in the air.

The collision between the creation of God and the body of steel produced a deafening roar.

A deafening roar and tremors spread through the air, shattering even the sturdy bulletproof glass.

"Boom boom boom!"

Once you make a move, you don't stop.

Gino continued to swing his fists, raining blows down on Lucifer like a storm.

In just a second, he threw no less than a thousand punches, the terrifying power enough to shake the earth continuously slamming into Lucifer's arms.

"Click click click~"

The solid floor beneath their feet was shattered by the impact.

"boom!"

As cement flew through the air, two figures fought their way from the ninth floor to the eighth floor.

Another powerful punch slammed into Lucifer's arm, followed by a hard kick to Lucifer's face.

The biological force, wrapped in leather boots, stomped hard on the fallen angel's face.

"Bang!"

The immense force of the kick sent the King of Hell flying, leaving a dark shoe print on his fair and perfect face.

"Da da da~"

Lucifer staggered back dozens of steps to regain his balance. The stone slab beneath his feet broke due to the force of his legs, and a look of anger appeared on Lucifer's handsome face.

"mortal!"

He let out an inhuman roar, and his handsome face gradually twisted and became ferocious.

"How dare you?"

"How dare you humiliate me!"

He roared to the sky, and violent crimson energy surged around him.

Lucifer was always proud. Legend has it that this former angel, the son of the morning star, was banished to heaven for the sin of pride.

Such a proud being had its dignity trampled upon by a tiny human being.

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

Accompanied by the surge of crimson energy,

Lucifer also began his counterattack.

"Whoosh!"

With a flick of his hand, Lucifer used hellish magic to conjure a sturdy angelic longsword.

The sharp tip of the longsword pointed at Gino. Lucifer raised his left cheek, which bore a shoe print, and revealed a morbid smile: "Human, I will use your flesh and blood to feed the hellhounds guarding the gate."

Lucifer roared, seeing Gino shrug, the boy looking nonchalant, even beckoning to Lucifer with a finger and scoffing, "If you have the strength, then let me witness it!"

(End of this chapter)