170: Chapter 170 Gay Bar

Lucifer stopped before Gabriel's dazzling wings of light, maintaining a safe distance of one meter.

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by an extremely rare seriousness.

As the former Morning Star of Heaven and the ruler of Hell, he was all too familiar with light.

"This Gabriel of yours, how did you create it?" Lucifer turned his head, shifting his gaze from the massive figure of light to Qin Ming, who was sitting on a reef.

"What is it?" Qin Ming dangled his legs in the air, his tone showing no hint of emotion.

"It's different from the ones I know." Lucifer took another half-step forward, his nostrils flaring slightly as he carefully discerned the scent of that energy. "The winged fellows the Old Man molded have light that carries an extremely stubborn, undeniable scent of command, like machine parts with hard-coded programs. But yours..."

Lucifer reached out his hand, his fingertips tracing the air less than two inches from the light.

"It doesn't have that nauseating scent of dogma." Lucifer's eyes became very sharp. "It doesn't force anyone to kneel. It simply exists, as if the primordial light was completely shattered, stripped of the Old Man's personal will, and reshaped. Just what are you?"

Qin Ming didn't answer. Instead, he raised his hand and casually reached behind his head.

The physical halo that had been floating behind his head, emitting a soft golden glow, was grabbed directly into his hand.

The halo vibrated slightly in his palm, emitting a faint hum.

Lucifer's eyelid twitched.

Taking off a holy halo with his bare hands to use as a toy?

Qin Ming walked up to Lucifer with the halo and held the golden ring out toward him.

"Want to know?" Qin Ming looked up at the tall man with clear eyes. "Hold it."

Lucifer looked down at the halo presented to him.

Normally, he would instinctively feel repelled by anything with holy attributes coming near him.

But now, with the halo so close, he didn't feel the kind of pressure that caused him physical discomfort.

On the contrary, there was an extremely pure, undefined warmth.

A playful curve touched the corner of Lucifer's mouth. "Kid, if this is some high-level trap for exorcism, you've miscalculated."

Despite his words, he still raised his right hand and grabbed the other end of the halo.

The moment he made contact, Lucifer's eyes widened.

He felt a completely different power surging into his body through his palm.

It wasn't the authority from 'Dear Father,' nor was it the coldness of Hell.

The halo's energy pool was like a bottomless lake—calm, vast, and capable of accepting all attributes.

This was a brand-new system.

In this system, light was simply light.

It didn't require faith in some high-and-mighty sole deity.

As long as someone believed in this power, it would automatically give back and expand.

A thought flashed through Lucifer's mind.

If he used this light, which was completely uncontrolled by those above, to reshape his own body...

He would completely break free from the predetermined 'Fallen Angel' script. He would become a true Morning Star, an independent star no longer revolving around God.

Lucifer let go as if struck by lightning and took two large steps back.

The way he looked at Qin Ming changed completely. He went from seeing an annoying pest who stole wings to seeing an extremely rare and dangerous peer.

"Interesting..." Lucifer muttered to himself, then as if thinking of something amusing, he threw back his head and laughed. "So interesting!"

He straightened his suit collar and stared at Qin Ming with burning eyes.

"But for now, forget it." Lucifer returned to his cynical tone. "I can't even be bothered with Hell's mess; I don't want to get involved in your subversive games for the time being."

Lucifer strode backward, creating distance.

"But perhaps one day, when I'm truly interested." Lucifer winked at Qin Ming. "I'd also like to see what a 'Lucifer of Light' reshaped by this power would actually look like."

With that, Lucifer turned away without a hint of reluctance, striding across the sand toward his black sports car parked by the roadside.

"Don't you want your wings anymore?" Qin Ming stood there, holding up the halo and shouting.

"Keep them for your collection!" Lucifer waved his hand without looking back. "They're just trash I cut off myself anyway; I stopped wanting those damn things long ago!"

He pulled open the car door and stepped into the driver's seat with his long legs.

"Vroom—!"

The black sports car performed a beautiful fishtail, its tires leaving two black scorch marks on the road as it turned into an afterimage and vanished into the night.

The sound of the sports car faded away completely.

Qin Ming casually pressed the halo back onto the back of his head and turned around.

Gabriel's massive figure of light still stood silently on the beach, maintaining a downward-pressing posture with one hand.

That palm, composed entirely of pure light-attribute energy, was pressing down firmly into a sand pit.

Qin Ming sighed and walked to the edge of the pit.

He crouched down, cupping his chin in his hands, and watched quietly for a while.

Muffled 'wuwu' sounds came from the bottom of the pit; it sounded like he had swallowed a mouthful of sand.

Amenadiel's legs kicked desperately, his leather shoes kicking up a large hole in the sand.

Qin Ming extended a finger and poked a black feather of Amenadiel's that was sticking out.

The feather twitched violently, and the leg followed suit by kicking the air.

"Um." Qin Ming spoke, his voice not loud.

The struggling at the bottom of the pit stopped instantly.

"I'm going to have Gabriel let go now." Qin Ming stared at the pair of black wings, his tone matter-of-fact. "But if you come out and continue acting crazy, or try to talk to me about judgment again..."

Qin Ming stood up and brushed the sand off his hands.

"I'll have Gabriel tie you naked to a cross, and while I'm at it, write 'God Loves the World' on your chest." Qin Ming looked down into the pit. "Then I'll toss you directly into the busiest gay bar in Los Angeles."

The sea breeze continued to blow.

But Amenadiel's exposed legs visibly tensed up, and even his massive black wings froze in mid-air, motionless.

The sand pit went completely silent; even the feathers lay flat against the sand.

Clearly, between extreme fury and ultimate social death, Amenadiel had made an extremely rational choice.

"I mean what I say," Qin Ming added, then snapped his fingers.

With a crisp snap, Gabriel's dazzling giant spiritual body instantly transformed into countless golden specks of light, dissipating without a trace in the sea breeze.

The surrounding Holy Divine Domain was also withdrawn.

The moment the pressure vanished.

A sandstorm suddenly erupted from the pit.

Amenadiel shot up into the air like a catapulted cannonball, stopping about a dozen meters above the ground.

His massive black wings flapped wildly, and Amenadiel's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Not leaving yet?" Qin Ming raised his hand, making a gesture as if to take off the halo again. "Do you really want to visit a bar?"

This sentence became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"This matter isn't over; I will report this truthfully to Dear Father." Amenadiel spat these words through gritted teeth, then turned and beat his wings violently.

The airflow exploded as Amenadiel turned into a black meteor, fleeing into the dark night sky.

Qin Ming brushed the sand off his clothes, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and tapped the screen twice.

The phone screen suddenly flickered with static.