"You can try to escape, give me some fun, I'll let you fly for a minute first."
Deathstroke picked up his weapon. This gigantic rifle was somewhat inconvenient to carry; next time he should find Atom Hero or visit Marvel's Pym to see if he could shrink or enlarge these weapons, so he could carry more gear.
The White Dwarf Star Device and Pym Particles have similar effects, and of course, similar side effects. Currently, he carries two swords and a gun, which allows him to move relatively freely, so this matter isn't of high priority.
But as time goes on, he'll only acquire more things; he certainly can't drag a handcart to the battlefield, can he?
He aimed the muzzle at the flying Angel; if possible, he didn't want to kill too many Birdmen.
After all, looking at them once you know there's no benefit; they only have a flaming sword and a white sheet, neither of which he wanted.
Also, killing too many Angels might make Silver City hold a grudge against him afterwards.
The Angels came rushing towards him, using actions instead of words to respond.
Seeing their eyes glowing red, one knows they definitely wouldn't retreat.
He immediately opened fire; with the Fire God's Divine Power and high-tech accelerated bullets, he hit the target accurately.
The Angel, initially charging with the sword in the lead, was directly drilled into the eye socket by the bullet carrying electric light, blasting out a large hole.
The Angel fell to the ground, as if the gunshot was just beginning to echo in the Throne Room, too quick; this weapon's greatest advantage was here.
"Hmm, looks like this gun can't do too much damage to God, but it's very effective against low-tier Angels."
Deathstroke wasn't sure what the Fire God was thinking; his Gauss Rifle actually required a large bolt action to chamber like a World War II firearm.
Luckily, the user was a warrior like Deathstroke, calculating ballistics and reasonably arranging targets while having time to complain.
Su Ming chambered round after round, dodging the enemies attacks while using Gun Fighting Art skills to designate these guys one by one.
Of course, unlike being hit by Albella's magic, Angels hit in the head, due to the Divine Gold Bullet, were dead beyond dead.
Currently, the magic and Divine Art attached to dead things were still running normally; Hecate seemed to have forgotten about this matter.
"Exquisite martial arts, magical weapons; if my hands weren't nailed down, I might have applauded."
Mackenzie watched like a spectator, seeing the yellow-and-black armor dart back and forth in the room, every gunshot sound followed by the enemies all cleanly dead.
However, she felt a little regret because using a gun made enemies die too quickly, with no process, no pain.
No pleasure.
"Queen of Hell, sorry for damaging your palace." Su Ming checked the Angels' corpses to ensure they were completely dead, then put away his gun and spoke to Maggie Ken.
"It's Lucifer's palace; I'm just keeping it for now, but given the situation, it's no longer considered damaged."
Mackenzie pointed to the door and hallway, with traces of flying flesh everywhere, and the walls were riddled like a beehive.
"Let's skip the pleasantries; I need to know where Diana went."
"Her? She entered the Spine Gate, probably returned to the Main World through the dream realm; you just missed her," Mackenzie quickly provided the answer he wanted.
"Hiss... this woman." Su Ming felt toothache; why did you run around? Hecate is all over the world looking for you.
"Heaven declared war on us, and Hell currently couldn't entertain guests. If this answer satisfies you, can you do me a favor?"
Mackenzie glanced at the Female Mage, receiving a look that said 'it's all up to Deathstroke', before turning her focus back on the black-and-yellow figure.
"If it's to help you fight against Silver City, I'm afraid I don't have the time," Su Ming had no intention of getting involved in the mythological war between Heaven and Hell, knowing the War of Original Sin occurred once every thousand years, seemingly unending.
"No, I sense something is wrong with these Angels; so probably our enemy isn't God anymore. Currently, I lack clues, so I need to gather all Hell's lords for a meeting. But first, facing other kings, I have to rid myself of my restraints, lest they have ideas."
Su Ming pondered; this was just a lift of a finger for him.
"Okay, need to chop off your hands then?"
"Yes, originally only the Blazing Angel's sword could sever my oath with Hell, but I saw the X Metal with you, so as the world's origin, it works too."
Mackenzie slightly nodded, indicating Su Ming to ascend the Imperial Steps to act, as her time was equally scarce.
Without much words or hesitation, the cloak carried Su Ming directly up; the Great Sword unsheathed, with a light slice, he gently descended, the sword returning to the sheath with a 'click'.
Her hands severed at the wrists, while the throne beneath remained unscathed.
Deathstroke meticulously mastered the grasp of power and technique, superbly.
"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
The Queen of Hell screamed, though her expression was slightly weird.
Calling it pain, it seemed more like pleasure; she seemed to thoroughly enjoy this situation.
Su Ming thought he smelled a strange scent differing from blood, and his helmet's goggles quickly analyzed the result; his lips twitched slightly.
"Farewell, that purple woman on the floor, please watch over things for us."
He grabbed Albella and returned through the hole from where they came, as Hell Demons were currently abnormal; this place wasn't suitable for lingering.
Mackenzie breathed heavily for a while; her severed hands melting into ooze and black smoke, reattaching to her wrists.
Only two huge iron nails remained on the armrest.
She stood up, flexing her hands; she could hold a weapon now. Hellfire engulfed her from below, and she donned her battle armor.
The equipment, seemingly composed of living muscle and blood clots, evoked visceral disgust just by sight.
The powers Lucifer left within her surged; she couldn't wait to hear the Angels scream.
Jumping high, she rushed down the hallway towards outside the castle, leaving only some unknown stains on the throne...
..........
Su Ming and Donna regrouped, fighting their way back to Hell Main Street.
Su Ming was the main force in the killing, while the others were responsible for defense and ridicule; the Gorilla's chatter was very quick-witted and perceptive, always identifying things to mock.
They came back here again, planning to transit through the Forgotten Bar.
But upon arriving, Su Ming saw Chang Wei beating Lai Fu...
Oops, he meant seeing Trish and others viciously beating a woman while cursing nonstop.
"Trish! Do you know what you're saying?!"
Bo Bo jumped onto the bar counter, halting the girls' brawl; they couldn't perform magic now, and like a bunch of shrews, they pulled hair and scratched faces.
"If your father hears the slurs you've just spoken, he'd personally bind you to a cross and burn you alive."
"Uh, boss."
Trish regained some of her sanity, retreated a few steps, leaned against the bar gasping for air.
The person besieged by several young girls was someone Bo Bo recognized; it's Witch Fire, who previously lost control and burned many customers in the bar, and killed 90% of Trish's friends.
The Gorilla drew Night Blade; though he didn't know how to use a weapon, the Legendary Sword in hand felt as though an old friend stood alongside him.
He approached Witch Fire, carefully checking her condition.