All-Professional Master of Darkness

"God...angel." Ende's mind went blank.

He has seen records about angels from many classics, and has also been to the Demon Fortress. It is said that there is a real angel living in seclusion in the Demon Fortress, but he has stayed there for two years and still has not been able to see the legendary angel with his own eyes.

But now, a living angel is right in front of him.

Hank was also stunned. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth opened and closed like an idiot, but he couldn't make any sound. The legend of angels has been around for a long time, and now we can see one alive.

"Damn Tyrael, it's you again!" Turael's angry roar interrupted their thoughts.

"Archangel Tyrell?" End and De's minds buzzed, and they lost consciousness completely.

This name is well-known among humans. In the ancient books and scrolls handed down to this day, this archangel who loves mankind brought the soul stone, the secret treasure of heaven, and summoned the strongest among mankind to resist the invasion of demons. These strong human beings summoned by him were called the Horadrim clan by later generations.

The Horadrim received his help and restored humanity's disadvantage in one fell swoop. First, they sealed the Demon God Diavolo in Tristram, then captured the Demon God Baal in the desert area where Lugoin was located, and finally captured the Demon God Mephisto in the rain forest near the port of Kurast.

After the three demons were sealed by the Horadrim using the soul stone brought by Tyrael from heaven, peace was restored to the world. But the good times didn't last long, as the demon Diavolo's magic power exceeded everyone's imagination. Its power corrupted Leoric, the king who ruled Tristram, and he managed to escape the seal. Tristram was thus utterly destroyed.

The Horadrim, who had gone into seclusion after sealing the three demons, learned that Tristram had been destroyed and moved out again. Helplessly, Tristram was completely destroyed and became the lair of demons. They had to gather the strength of most people to forcibly seal Tristram with ancient magic. But Diavolo had already taken advantage of the chaos to occupy the prince's body and became a dark wanderer, looking for the two sealed brothers.

Diavolo walked among humans as a dark wanderer. He first found the ancient tomb built by Tarasha in the desert to seal Baal, and released Baal. Baal was freed, summoning Duriel, the Lord of Pain, and his demonic hordes. In order to protect Lugoin from being destroyed by the demon, Tyrael finally had to use the ultimate magic to forcefully separate the Warlock Canyon, which prevented Lugoin from repeating the mistakes of Tristram.

As cunning as his brother Diavolo, Baal escaped the seal, summoned Duriel and an army of demons, and fled. Tyrael chased Baal all the way to the Demon Fortress. With no other choice, Diavolo took the opportunity to invade the Kurast harbor and released Mephisto. He had no choice but to stay at the Demon Fortress and wait patiently for Diavolo to fall into his trap.

Recalling the records compiled from ancient books and scrolls, Ende felt hot in his heart. Once the Archangel Tyrael summoned strong human beings to create the mysterious and powerful Horadrim clan. If he was recognized by Tyrael... he immediately knelt on the ground and prayed loudly and devoutly: "Great Tyrael..."

Just when he was halfway through speaking, he suddenly saw the angel looking over here seemingly casually. This glance immediately filled him with awe, and he unconsciously closed his mouth, lowering his head honestly and not daring to speak any more.

"Turiel, this place has not collapsed yet. Without the confinement of the World Stone, how can you fight with me!" Tyrael roared crazily, his claws under his body moved quickly, and he rushed forward.

"Your opponent is not me." Tyrell suddenly said. The sound is illusory and ethereal, as if it does not exist in this space.

"Hahaha..." Du Ruier continued to speed up and laughed wildly. It simply does not believe that there is anyone else who can be its opponent in this space that it has forcibly constructed.

Those little bugs?

No kidding. There is no confinement by the World Stone. Even the weakest fallen demon is extremely powerful. Those little bugs only need two Sinking Demons at most to collapse to death.

"I have to thank you, dear Tyrael." Durael exclaimed proudly: "Thank you for stabilizing this place for me. If without your help, I would be imprisoned by the World Stone again, maybe then A few little bugs can easily kill me, but it's too late now."

When the last words came out, Du Ruier's voice suddenly rose, and he was unspeakably cruel. As soon as the words fell, its body suddenly burst out with majestic magic power, instantly filling the entire space. In an instant, a whole space in Nuoda went dark, suppressing the white light emitted by Tyrell to a radius of less than twenty meters in one fell swoop.

The majestic magic power hit, and the faces of End and De suddenly turned white. This is not a force that humans can resist. Just feeling this majestic magic power is like a huge mountain weighing heavily on my heart, making it impossible for anyone to have the courage to resist.

They are not weak, they can even be regarded as one of the few strong ones among human beings. They also know that with their own strength, they can do well in the higher-level world, not to mention the demon world. But in the face of Duriel's unreserved explosion, they knew that they were wrong.

Facing the real devil, I feel like a little bug that can be easily crushed to death.

"Impossible, impossible..." Ende sat on the ground in despair, his eyes wandering, and he was on the verge of collapse.

This is a huge blow.

He was originally ambitious to lead the Dark Crow to become the Sixth Pole of Humanity, to resist the rule of demons as a savior, and eventually win high status and power, allowing the Dark Crow to flourish in his own hands. But after seeing the devil's true strength, his ideals and self-confidence all turned into a soap bubble that couldn't bear to be poked.

"Well... Lord Ende." Hank suddenly spoke, his voice trembling with fear. He watched helplessly as the originally fragmented void was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cracks healed and disappeared, but Duriel's magic became stronger. The huge magic power rolled in the air, causing rumbling thunder.

"What a pity, this is just a clone of you." Du Ruier smiled strangely and stopped like a cat catching a mouse. Now that the overall situation has been decided, his own magic has once again occupied this space. Without the influence of external forces, the space here will never collapse again.

The space will not collapse. Can an archangel's clone still be able to resist him?

He is the devil himself. Apart from the three demon gods who rule hell, there are only three other demon kings who can be equal to him. Archangel? That is just one of the lowest angels in heaven, only one step above the angels. If you want to deal with yourself, let Seraph do it.

"How many clones can you afford to pay for?" Du Ruier sneered as he witnessed another spatial rift heal.

The power laws of this world restrict the power of angels and demons. When you come here, you have to be restricted by laws. The power that is higher than the law can only be diverted through the method of clone. Otherwise, it will be like an over-inflated balloon, which will be popped by its own majestic magic power.

The power possessed by the clone also belongs to the main body. Losing a clone means that one's own strength will be substantially reduced. Neither angels nor demons can afford this price.

The air was filled with Duriel's proud sneer. It was pleased with the results of the operation. Just destroying one of Tyrell's clones was enough to get a generous reward from the Demon God.

The only thing that left it unsatisfied was not hearing Tyrael's terrified screams.

This damn archangel brings too many threats to hell. I think that the three demon gods almost died at the hands of this damn archangel. Fortunately, this damn guy is not powerful enough to kill the immortal Demon Lord, so he can only seal it with the Soul Stone. Otherwise, if the three supreme rulers of hell died at the hands of a mere archangel, it would be the greatest shame of hell.

Tyrell remained silent. Except for the first sentence, he didn't seem to see Duriel using the huge magic power to heal the space. He just floated in mid-air with an indifferent expression, resisting the erosion of Duriel's magic power.

The space cracks were forcibly healed by Du Ruier one after another. Seeing that only the last few spatial cracks were left, Duriel felt even more bored. Not being able to hear Tyrell's terrified screams was the biggest regret. Unexpectedly, Tyrell suddenly moved at this time.

In an instant, Tyrael felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, and his huge body suddenly took full precautions, fearing that Tyrael would overturn him at the last moment. If something like this really happens, maybe even the Demon God himself will take action to kill him.

Tyrell's move was not big, he just raised his hand. There was neither a powerful wave of power nor a move to forcibly break the space here. It's like raising your hand to shoo away the flies around you.

No strange phenomena occurred, and Duriel secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In the blink of an eye, it became so angry that it wanted to eat this damn archangel alive. In other words, think about it, angels and demons have extremely opposite powers. Swallowing an angel alive is like a human being drinking a bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid.

"The rest is up to you." Tyrell lowered his head and looked at the three Barbaras who had just been summoned to his side, reminding them gently.

"We...we..." Ende stammered, with no trace of blood on his face. Duriel's power is obvious to all. The four people who joined forces before could not hurt Duriel at all. Now there are only three people left. How to deal with this real demon.

Suddenly something happened in his heart, and he suddenly became ecstatic. Could it be that Archangel Tyrell is preparing to give the three of him more powerful power? This idea grows like a weed. He immediately knelt on the ground, lowered his head and responded piously: "As you wish, great Lord Tyrell."

After waiting for a long time, he didn't feel even a little bit more strength in his body. He raised his head blankly, only to see Barbara and Hank praying devoutly. Looking again, his face turned dark again.

Archangel Tyrell's right hand was pressing on the forehead of Lan Wu who appeared at some unknown time.