The power of the hellish monster was immense, but it was no match for Luke in his Reinforced State. He had the upper hand in terms of strength, speed, and defense.
Initially, the two were evenly matched, but as Luke grew more accustomed to the mech's performance, the situation began to turn one-sided.
The iron fist, enveloped in blue light, struck with immense force. Each punch shattered the imp's scales, leaving a bloody, dented mark, and the electric current seeping into its flesh caused double damage.
After several minutes of relentless pummeling, Luke had to stop, panting heavily, his face grim as he stared ahead.
The hellish monster, almost beaten to a pulp, once again returned to its original state. Just like before, this creature seemed to be immortal; no matter how badly it was damaged, it would recover.
"Ava."
"I have analyzed its genetic information and found no abnormalities."
"Damn it!"
Luke cursed, sidestepped the monster's claws, and backhanded it to the ground. A dazzling blue light emanated from his palm.
Bang!
An energy cannon blast shattered the monster's head, sending blood and viscous brown matter splattering everywhere. It then quickly re-merged, restoring itself to its original form.
"You son of a bitch!"
Luke cursed again, enraged. He swung the monster by its tail in circles, then flung it far into the warehouse.
Boom!
The warehouse collapsed, burying the monster. The next second, Kapton burst out of the rubble, letting out a roaring laugh, seemingly mocking Luke's incompetence.
So what if you can't beat me? Can you kill me?
The great Lord of Hell stands behind me. Under his protection, no one can kill the devout Kapton.
I am invincible!
Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!
"Young Master, I suggest we retreat for now."
Luke was silent for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head.
"I have some understanding of magic. Monsters that crawl out of hell usually possess powerful physiques and the ability to control fire, but they are not immortal. Simple physical attacks can kill them. As for this one..."
He paused, then, remembering something, quickly added,
"Where's Constantine? Where is that bastard?"
"A few minutes ago, John Constantine left the small forest. He is currently in a wooden cabin one mile northwest."
"Damn it, I knew it. Nothing good ever happens when I run into that guy."
Luke prided himself on not being a good person, but he wouldn't sell out his teammates like Constantine. And not only did he sell out his teammates, he secretly hid to reap the benefits.
"You're truly a 'talent'!"
Luke sneered, then swiftly rushed to the monster, grabbed its single horn, and soared into the air, hurtling northwest.
"You want to run, do you? I'll throw it right in front of you, let's see how you run then."
The mile-long distance was covered in an instant. The moment he saw Constantine, Luke showed no mercy, directly tossing the struggling Greater Imp at him.
The small wooden cabin was crushed into splinters by the imp's massive body.
Constantine, unable to dodge in time, had a large tear ripped in his trench coat. Seeing the monster, he let out a shriek and took off running.
How could Kapton let go of such a delicious meal so close? He pounced excitedly.
Constantine, don't run. You should embrace Kapton. As long as I eat you, the great Kapton will evolve again, gaining even stronger abilities. Then, I'll be able to tear that humanoid metal into pieces and vent my anger properly.
Thinking of the wonderful future, Kapton became even more excited, using both his hands and tail to launch a frenzied attack.
Constantine was no match for the Greater Imp, but he was incredibly lucky, always managing to avoid attacks at critical moments. He looked disheveled but suffered no substantial harm.
The two went back and forth, battling fiercely in the forest.
Luke sat on a rock, watching the show.
He clapped enthusiastically during intense moments. Indeed, teammates should be sold out. With someone like Constantine, it would be a shame not to.
"Go, Hellblazer, take it down! I'm rooting for you."
Constantine gritted his teeth in hatred. He was always the one selling out teammates; he never expected to step in dog shit today and be sold out by a teammate.
Damn it, aren't superheroes supposed to be kind, righteous, brave, and fearless warriors who fight evil creatures to the death? How did he end up like this? Could it be that the black mech and I are both scum among scumbags?
His mind raced with wild thoughts, but the reality grew increasingly perilous.
Kapton, unable to land a decisive blow, gradually started to go berserk. His eyes were bloodshot, and hellfire erupted in bursts from his body, scattering everywhere and igniting the surrounding vegetation.
As a creature of hell, Kapton was not afraid of fire, but Constantine was different. Seeing the air temperature rise sharply, he had no choice but to grip the crucifix on his chest, muttering a spell. A cross-shaped blade of light flew out of thin air, slicing into the monster.
Pfft!
Blood spurted out, and two giant cross-shaped wounds, one horizontal and one vertical, appeared on its scaly chest.
Kapton screamed in pain, clutching his chest and rolling on the ground, as if the cross-blade had caused him unimaginable trauma.
"This is magic!"
Luke's eyes lit up. He focused intently, "Judging from the depth of the wound, the attack power of the Light Cross-blade isn't strong, but it seems to have a powerful restraining effect on the monster."
After unleashing that attack, Constantine's face was ashen. Seeing the wounds on the monster's chest begin to heal, he cursed under his breath and turned to run towards Luke's location.
"Friend, help me! This guy is too difficult to deal with. Let's fight it together. I'll give you a third of the reward."
Luke grinned, his expression a little strange.
"Do I look like someone who's short on money?"
Constantine: "..."
There are people who aren't short on money these days!
While complaining internally, he calculated the time. The summoning array's time limit was 20 minutes. From then until now, about seventeen or eighteen minutes had passed. That meant he only needed to hide for another three minutes, and the damn Greater Imp would roll back to hell.
Just three minutes, I can endure it... No way!
Constantine pleaded pitifully,
"Hero, good man, help me! My magic power is insufficient, and I need time to recover. If you can help me stall for three minutes, I can send it back to hell. Then, I'll give you all the reward I get."
Luke sneered, watching him like a clown. Seeing the monster charge, he kindly reminded him,
"Careful, that guy's coming again."
Constantine stomped his foot in anger, cursing Luke ten thousand times in his heart, but he could only frantically scramble into the pile of rocks.
Kapton followed close behind. As he passed Luke, he cautiously glanced at him. Seeing that Luke was just sitting there and had no intention of acting, he let out an excited roar of laughter.
Damn Constantine, no one can save you this time.