American comic world demon hunter

Bruce looked helplessly at Dante in front of him. He had excitement and happiness written all over his face. He looked like a big child.

But then Bruce thought about it. This big kid had just knocked down more than 20 prison guards with guns and caught the bullet with one hand. By the way, I wonder how his hand is doing now.

Thinking of this, Bruce couldn't help but ask.

"You" he hesitated for a moment and then made up his mind: "How is your hand?"

"Whose hands are you asking me?" Dante was rolling a big snowball. Hearing Bruce's words, Dante glanced back and said, "I'm fine."

After saying that, Dante extended his right hand to Bruce for a look. There was obviously blood on the palm of Dante's palm, but Dante's palm was indeed healed.

"Are you a mutant?" Bruce couldn't help but ask. Originally, he didn't have so many words to say, but today's experience was a bit complicated, which disturbed Bruce's heart.

"Why do you all associate me with mutants?" Dante was a little annoyed. When everyone saw him, they would ask, "Are you a mutant? Are you a mutant? Damn it, I'm not one."

"A normal person wouldn't be able to catch a bullet with his bare hands like you and not be injured."

"Ha" Dante laughed: "Two things. First of all, you should be happy that I am not a normal person. If I had not caught the bullet, you would have died. Secondly, I was injured. My current muscle strength is It’s not enough to completely withstand the impact of hot weapons, but my injuries are very minor, and the wounds heal a little faster.”

"Why did you take the bullet for me?" Bruce finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most. He had always wondered why Dante would catch the bullet that was shot at him with his hand without hesitation. Could it be that, Dante Do you actually know your identity? Yes, how could such a coincidence happen? I just received an invitation from Lei Xiaogu in the morning, and in the afternoon someone came to this deserted and remote prison to look for clues about Lei Xiaogu.

"Why do you think I will die without saving you?" Dante smiled: "Although you are a prisoner, I don't know what crimes you have committed. What's more, I brought you out of the dark room. I don't care. I can’t let you die in front of me no matter what.”

After Dante finished speaking, he ignored Bruce and turned around to roll his own snowball seriously. Happiness became what Dante needed most, and even Lei Xiaogu was put aside by Dante.

However, Bruce still refused to give up.

"Why are you going after Lei Xiaogu? Moreover, I saw your equipment, that big sword made of folding compression technology. Are you a vigilante?"

"What are vigilantes?" Dante asked back. At the same time, his snowball shattered, probably because Dante used too much force. When the half-human-high snowball burst, the snow sprayed out on Dante's face. , Dante chuckled.

"They're just vigilantes, the kind who enjoy helping others."

"I prefer you to call me a hero. Vigilante is too ugly. As for why I am pursuing the news about Lei Xiaogu, are you ready to listen?" Dante wiped the snow off his nose and turned to look at Bruce. I saw that Bruce's face was purple from the cold, and Bruce's nose was even freezing.

"What preparation do I need? If it is courage, then I am always ready."

"Bruce, a man with real courage will never talk about bravery." Dante walked to Bruce and patted Bruce on the shoulder. He didn't care about the stains on Bruce's dirty cotton jacket. After all, as long as he Play in the snow and some stains will disappear

“I don’t just talk about courage.”

Upon hearing Dante's words, Bruce was like a balloon that exploded. He roared first and then quickly ran out of air.

"I, I am fearless, I am not afraid"

Bruce hesitated. It didn't seem like he was talking to Dante, but more like he was explaining to himself.

"You feel it?" Dante looked at Bruce's confused eyes. He understood why Bruce gave him such a familiar feeling. It turned out that Bruce was a person who was getting lost, and Dante had also experienced such a loss. experienced.

When Dante was about eleven years old, Dante had been fighting on the battlefield of the Abyss for four years. At that time, Dante began to feel confused.

I am the product of the union of angels and demons, I am the product of contradictions. Why, I have the blood of both angels and demons, but I have to fight for the angels and defeat the demons.

Yes, angels are my mother’s race, but devils are also my father’s race. Why do I have to choose one of them?

The confused Dante blamed the gods for his pain in killing. He believed that if the gods had not induced him to be the vanguard of the gods, he would not have to kill all the lives with the same ancestors as himself. In that case, the devil should not have I will hate Nefilim and him for no reason.

This situation was not solved until Dante was seventeen years old. At the age of seventeen, Dante, who had been hunted by angels and demons for six years because he avoided fighting, thought about what race and bloodline, then They are all meaningless. Only your own will is the only and eternal one. If the devil is your enemy, then kill the devil. If the angel is your enemy, then kill the angel. No matter who is in front of you, you only need to move forward or win. , or die

Therefore, Dante strengthened his heart and became a legendary strong man

At this time, Dante looked at Bruce in front of him. He was just as confused as he was before. He was even more confused than he was before. Bruce was already lost.

"What do you hate most?" Dante asked casually.

"All crimes, all acts of killing innocent people, all people or things that bring harm to life"

"But you are also a criminal. This is so funny." Dante sneered: "Tell me the reason why you entered prison and see if I have wronged you."

"Me." Bruce fell silent: "I participated.

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together with the theft"

After finishing speaking, Bruce's eyes were full of unwillingness, and he finally realized that he was indeed lost.

"Theft" Dante grinned sarcastically: "It seems that you yourself are the person you hate the most."

"I'm not" Bruce shouted quickly. He was unwilling to accept that the current self was not what he wanted. How could he, how could he become like this?

"I'm not, I'm just me. I have a reason. Do I have a reason?" Bruce's voice became lower and lower. He stood there dejectedly and covered his face dejectedly.

"I was wrong, I did something wrong. I thought I could transcend. I thought I could study the psychology of criminals through committing crimes and punish them. But I didn't do it. I am already a criminal. "

Dante reached out and took Bruce's arm.

"When you realize this, it's not too late. You should know your own will better than me. You have to judge for yourself whether you should seize the opportunity to change. After all, everyone makes mistakes. possibility and the right to repent”

Dante said as he let go of his hand. He walked in front of Bruce and looked up at the mountains ahead.

"Follow me and treat this journey as your purgatory. If you survive, you will be a new you."

Dante thought of himself. After he crawled out of purgatory, wouldn't he be reborn now?

Bruce suddenly shouted.

"Actually, you are Master Lei Xiaogu. Is this the test you gave me? Is this the way you guide me?"

"How could I be Lei Xiaogu?" Dante turned to look at the serious Bruce and quickly rejected his idea: "I came here precisely to find out the situation of Lei Xiaogu's collusion with the devil. I am Dante Na Philim, the future god of war, the eternal demon hunter"

"Whoever you are, please teach me. I don't want to go on like this anymore. I made too many mistakes. I killed my parents. I let Rachel and Alfred down. I thought I was smart. , in fact, I haven’t even seen my own heart clearly.”

Dante was stunned.

"The only one who can guide you is yourself. Will and creed should not be given by others. However, I still say the same thing. The basis of everything is that you can survive. Follow me and survive. Maybe you can get what you want. "

After Dante finished speaking, he stopped talking. He just climbed the mountain blindly, constantly looking for Lei Xiaogu's lair among the mountains.

Bruce followed Dante with all his strength. Even if Dante didn't go all out, a mortal wouldn't be able to maintain such a speed.

From around three o'clock in the afternoon to around ten o'clock in the evening, Dante climbed a mountain, but he still could not find Lei Xiaogu. The Himalayas were so vast, with countless mountains rising one after another, even though Dante knew the general direction. , and couldn't find them in an instant.

When Dante decided to find a place to rest for a while, Bruce had become a mechanical popsicle. He followed Dante mechanically, and the only sound he could make was his heavy breathing.

Dante chose a small valley with low terrain and thick snow. The terrain of this small valley was not very dangerous. Unless there was an avalanche in the entire mountain, there would be no danger here.

Dante pointed to the snow.

"Stay alive. Dig a hole and lie down in it for a night. We will continue searching tomorrow."

Bruce nodded mechanically, speaking to him seemed like a luxury. He moved his steps and dug hard on the snow. After an hour, Bruce reluctantly dug out with his bloody hands. There was a snow pit that could barely accommodate him.

"The most terrifying thing at night is probably the cold wind. Even if you lie in a snow pit, your heat will still be lost, but at least you won't be frozen to death by the cold wind."

Dante explained casually and found a comfortable place to lie down.

"I hope to see you tomorrow morning. You are still alive. I wish you good luck."

Bruce lay in the snow pit shivering. He thought he was going to die more than once. He didn't know how much time had passed. He only knew that all he saw were the stars in the sky.

Even if he was lying in a snow pit, the cold wind could still hit his face, which made him extremely painful, but he gradually got used to it. Compared with the stinging pain in his hands and feet, the pain on his face made him feel himself more clearly. Still alive.

Dante leaned on the snow. He made a small snow bag for himself. He could lean on it very comfortably. The cold was nothing to Dante, at least the cold could not affect Dante.

However, Dante looked at Bruce not far away, and Dante could see that his fire of life was struggling to maintain.

Dante thought for a moment, took off his windbreaker, and walked over to Bruce.

"Hey, cover your face and upper body, your breath will bring you a little warmth"

Dante said, throwing the trench coat to Bruce.

Bruce was wandering between coma and wakefulness. He vaguely heard something. With difficulty, he opened his eyes that were almost sealed by the ice and snow. He saw Dante's silhouette and his long silver hair. He heard Dante clearly. As he spoke, he received Dante's warm windbreaker.

"What about you?" Bruce felt the warm windbreaker in his arms. He desperately needed this warmth, but he couldn't help but care about Dante, but Dante just smiled.

"I don't need it. In fact, I hope you can survive."

After Dante finished speaking, he walked away. Bruce silently covered his face with the windbreaker. The windbreaker covered his entire upper body. Bruce felt the little warmth brought by the windbreaker and murmured to himself.

"It is not my own breath that brings me warmth, but you, Dante Nephilim."