Everything happened too fast.
From the appearance of the fallen angel to Zhang Wei's move, time flashed by. Before Weisili and the others could even feel terror, or fear that they had summoned a fallen angel, the fallen angel was already punched out by Zhang Wei. Then, gripping its thigh, Zhang Wei slammed it repeatedly against the ground like a madman.
*Bang bang bang!*
The sound of heavy objects crashing down echoed.
It could be seen.
The fallen angel, a noble aristocrat of hell, who had appeared with its black wings spread and feathers falling, exuding unparalleled nobility, was now devoid of any nobility or power. With each slam from Zhang Wei, the marble floor shattered.
Cracked stones flew, and dust billowed.
A marble concavity appeared, and with the booming sounds of impact, the concavity continued to sink.
Upon closer inspection.
Black blood was splattered around the concavity; it was the blood of the fallen angel.
Following closely.
There were also screams of "Ah pu~ ah~ ah~" that continuously echoed in everyone's ears.
This scene.
Weisili and the others were stunned, standing frozen as if petrified, their minds completely blank.
That was indeed a fallen angel.
But why was it so different from the descriptions in the Bible, apart from its appearance…
Weren't fallen angels supposed to be nobles of hell, possessing angelic bloodlines even after their fall, naturally powerful, terrifying in strength, and the most loyal companions of Satan?
Thinking of this.
Weisili and the others couldn't help but look again at the fallen angel being brutally slammed by Zhang Wei, and fell into silence once more.
Powerful?
Terrifying strength?
How could this be like a toy, being pummeled by Mr. Zhang.
Counterattack! Resist! Fight back! For goodness sake, stop screaming, fallen angel!! Move!!!
At this moment.
Just as they were thinking this.
Matt's words, accompanied by the fallen angel's screams, rang out:
"Fly… Is that… the 'angel,' God's most proud creation…"
Weisili and others: "…"
The Blasphemer: "…"
Fallen Angel: "!@#￥#￥** Ah pu~ ah~"
Not only Weisili and the others, but the Blasphemer was also dumbfounded, even more so. The reason was simple: the fallen angel was summoned by him, and no one present knew better… the fallen angel's power.
However.
At this moment, the Blasphemer felt his mind reeling.
[Ding! Blasphemer… Satan, what the hell?! Did I summon the wrong fallen angel? Am I summoning incorrectly.]
[Host gains System Points +130]
The system prompt chimed.
The Blasphemer looked at Zhang Wei's hand, where the fallen angel was being swung so fast it was a blur. Although the fallen angel's appearance was unclear, the Blasphemer still recognized it as a fallen angel from the blood-stained black feathers fluttering around.
Instantly.
[Ding! Blasphemer… What am I even doing? I sacrificed so much blood just to summon this thing? Quick! Someone tell me this isn't real, isn't true, tell me I'm not crazy, that the fallen angel I summoned isn't like this!!!]
[Host gains System Points +140]
Listening to the echoes of the fallen angel's screams and the heavy thuds of impact.
The Blasphemer felt terrible. His face, pale from blood loss, turned manic. He could no longer hold back and roared:
"How could this be, how could this be… Fallen angel, for God's sake, stop falling, get up! Get up, fight!"
Towards the end of his shout.
Whether due to blood loss or something else, the Blasphemer weakly knelt on the ground and muttered:
"For crying out loud, can you stop falling? Fallen angel, prove you're an angel, you're a noble fallen angel, don't just prove your fall."
At this moment.
Let alone the Blasphemer.
Even the fallen angel itself was bewildered.
[Ding! Fallen Angel… Where am I, ah~ pu~ Who am I… pu, what am I doing… pu, ah!!]
[Host gains System Points +200]
Feeling the intense pain in its entire face and body, as well as the constant impact of holy light.
The fallen angel regained consciousness amidst the repeated slams.
[Ding! Fallen Angel… Am I being beaten?]
[Host gains System Points +210]
For a moment.
The fallen angel was stunned. Although it desperately wanted to resist, to say something, the rapid impact of the slams forced it to inhale air whenever it tried to open its mouth, only managing to emit broken, incomprehensible demonic sounds that were utterly unintelligible. Resistance was out of the question, as it was completely suppressed by the holy light.
Facing this situation.
The fallen angel felt like cursing.
It, a noble aristocrat of hell, though not among the top angels, was still a fallen angel, one who had rebelled against God with Satan. Yet now, it seemed unable to fight back against a single person.
If only it had known not to be summoned from hell.
It never imagined that it was just moments ago in hell, chatting and laughing with other fallen angels, being served by a group of female demons, and even preparing to engage in some activities with its demonic servants, when suddenly… a summoning sound echoed.
The fallen angel knew it was Satan's summoning ritual, being performed by his followers on Earth. As Satan's companion, how could it stand by? It immediately preempted the other fallen angels and took on this task:
"It seems God's followers and Satan's followers are fighting. Everyone, wait for my move. I'll bring back the heads of God's followers to liven things up. I'm off."
After saying this.
The fallen angel set off for the human world with great spirit.
[Ding! Fallen Angel wants to cry… Why did I volunteer? And who is hitting me? This holy light, could it be an angel descended?]
[Host gains System Points +220]
Unfortunately.
The fallen angel had no time to ponder.
At this moment, it had long lost its noble fallen angel image, resembling more a patient in the ICU, whose electrocardiogram could turn into a straight line at any moment.
After an unknown period of time.
With another resounding boom.
Perhaps Zhang Wei was tired of slamming, or perhaps he knew the fallen angel was on the verge of death, he finally stopped. He held the fallen angel by its ankle, its body inverted.
Upon closer inspection.
The fallen angel's pale face had lost its noble, handsome demeanor. It was bruised and bloody, its mouth filled with teeth that were about to fall out, and many of its black feathers had been shed. It was a tragic sight that would make even God want to hug it and cry out in pain.
It was at this moment.
Straining to open its bloodshot, swollen eyes, the fallen angel saw the appearance of the person hitting it.
[Ding! Fallen Angel is stunned, huh? Not an angel?]
[Host gains System Points +230]
Perhaps it was a final surge of energy, or perhaps it wanted to die with clarity, the fallen angel, enduring its severe injuries, spoke in an ancient language:
"Who are you?"
Zhang Wei heard this and was somewhat confused. He had not studied the language of heaven and did not understand what it was saying.
In response.
Matt and the others, noticing Zhang Wei's confusion, and without time to marvel at Zhang Wei's terrifying power, quickly translated:
"That fallen angel is asking you, who you are."
Matt said this, then volunteered to look at the fallen angel and exclaimed excitedly in the ancient tongue:
"Fallen angel, that is the Jade Emperor."
After speaking.
Matt replied to Zhang Wei:
"I have already conveyed your name to the fallen angel."
Zhang Wei nodded and replied:
"Thank you."
Then, without any hesitation, since the other party now knew his name, and he had shown off enough, the fallen angel was no longer of value. He immediately pierced its chest with one hand and crushed its fallen angel heart.
[Ding! Fallen Angel wants to curse before death… The Jade Emperor has descended? No, who the hell summoned me? You summoned me to fight the Jade Emperor, are you out of your mind? Are they on the same level? You should have summoned Satan!]
[Host gains System Points +250]
As the system prompt chimed.
Ignoring the stunned Weisili, the Blasphemer, and others.
Zhang Wei dragged the fallen angel's corpse to the Blasphemer and flashed a smile:
"Don't just stand there, keep summoning."
As he spoke, he gestured a "cheer up" to the Blasphemer, and said in fluent English:
"Put in more effort, summon someone stronger, or someone with a powerful bloodline. That way, you might be able to defeat me. Come on! I believe in you, keep summoning."
Weisili and others: "￥%%#…"
The Blasphemer: "!@@#￥%……*…"