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"Turn left, follow me, there is a cliff not far to the left."

Dante pulled Bruce and ran wildly on the mountain road in front of the castle, listening to the constant roaring from the sky and the earth. Even without looking, Dante knew that a brutal killer from nature was chasing behind him, an avalanche.

Dante's sprint speed had reached his limit. Bruce, who was being pulled by Dante, even had his shoulder dislocated. Dante was like a gust of wind, rushing towards the cliff less than 1,400 meters away.

Heavy snow covered the ruins of the castle, chasing after Dante, but Bruce did not feel as nervous as Dante. He was about to pass out. The fifteen days of prison life and two consecutive days without eating had a serious impact on Bruce. Bruce's body, Bruce recalled Dante's battle scene in a trance. Maybe, maybe he really needs to learn something that can make him stronger, but does he really want to let go and kill? No, there must be a better one. The way

The whistling snowflakes hit Bruce, and Bruce felt a pain in his legs. It turned out that the avalanche had already caught up with them.

Dante instantly felt that he was dragging Bruce a little lighter. Damn it, the avalanche seemed to have caught up.

Dante quickly turned around, jumped up on the spot, and hugged Bruce into his arms. Then, Dante actually jumped up for the second time out of thin air. Some complicated and beautiful silver patterns appeared under his feet. He stepped on these patterns. Go up and jump nearly forty meters.

Even so, Dante was still hit by the avalanche, because the cliff was very close. Dante slid down with the snow. He fell downwards, and complex patterns appeared in the air again. Dante stepped hard on these patterns, and fell. The anti-gravity in the air rushed sideways towards the stone wall of the cliff. When Dante approached the stone wall, Dante used his right hand to insert Rebel into the cliff. The gravity caused Rebel to slide down a little, and then Dante stopped.

Countless snowflakes carried the ruins and rushed to the bottom of the cliff. Dante clenched his right hand and kicked his legs on the cliff. He almost had no strength. In the series of battles just now, Dante consumed a lot of magic power. The continuous slashing skills that unleash sword energy wantonly while slashing, or the two jumps in the air just now, all require a lot of magic power to support. Dante is a magic swordsman, not a magician. When using his skills, not only does it consume magic power, but also Consume physical strength and energy, even life force

"You're good. You're still alive. Your vitality and will are quite strong. Hold on for a while and I'll take you up. Then I don't mind teaching you something."

Dante saw that there was no more snow falling from the top of the cliff, and decided to climb up. However, Bruce's arm was dislocated, and Dante had to free one hand to hold him, which made Dante's climbing journey much more difficult.

After nearly twenty minutes, Dante climbed up the cliff from about thirty meters below the cliff. He threw Bruce aside, who was wearing a blue and black torn cotton jacket, and lay on his back on the snow, panting and looking at the sky. Dante laughed as he watched.

"Haha, hahaha, it's exciting, it's really exciting. I can't remember how long it's been since I've been this exciting. When I was a demigod, I was very strong, so I lost a lot of sense of crisis. It's better now, living a challenging life. It’s amazing”

"You are really, ahem, an optimist."

Bruce said something difficult, but Dante heard something was wrong in his voice, so he turned over and leaned close to Bruce, put his head in to listen to Bruce's heartbeat, and then looked at Bruce's pupils.

"You're going to die," Dante said.

Bruce heard Dante's words, nodded with difficulty, and whispered in his mouth: "Save Gotham."

Dante heard Bruce's words clearly and nodded. Suddenly he remembered that Bruce might not be able to see him nodding, so he patted Bruce's face.

"I will."

"I am Bruce Wayne, the Wayne of Gotham. Dante coughs, take me, take my body to Wayne Manor, give it to Alfred, and tell him that I have done too many mistakes."

Bruce murmured in a low voice. The more Dante listened, the more surprised he became. Where did you come up with so many words? You should have already gone out of your way.

Dante once again opened Bruce's pupils and took a look, your sister, why did the dilated pupils disappear just now? It's obvious that the muscles were atrophied and the internal organs were failing, why did they heal so quickly?

"Hey" Dante slapped Bruce. Bruce looked at Dante in shock. He didn't understand why Dante still slapped him when he was about to die.

Dante smiled instead, and while laughing, he reached out and patted Bruce on the head.

"You are saved"

As he spoke, Dante dragged Bruce up. Bruce was shaking hard at first, but he was shaking and managed to stand firm.

"I'm still alive." Bruce felt a little more strength in his body. His breathing became much calmer and his pupils returned to normal. He slowly stretched out his hands. Even though his hands were covered with frostbite, he was still alive.

Dante nodded.

"You are still alive," he said. "You have a great destiny. I suspect that you have resonated with my divinity. Perhaps, when I first saw you, you had already resonated with my divinity. It resonates. Damn it, no wonder I take you like a child. Your willpower is comparable to my god of war."

After Dante finished speaking, he stretched out his wrist to rebel and scratched it, and then he put the still bleeding wrist to Bruce's mouth.

"Taste the taste of divine blood, haha. Although it is not truly divine blood, my blood without attributes will still give you the power to live and the opportunity to become stronger."

Bruce heard Dante's words clearly, and he was sure that his consciousness was still there. However, when he saw Dante's wrist, the bright red and hot blood was as tempting as the most delicious food.

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Confused him.

Bruce hugged Dante's wrist and swallowed Dante's blood crazily. It wasn't until Dante's wound completely disappeared that Bruce let go of his mouth as if in a trance.

Bruce wiped his mouth with his sleeve blankly. When he lowered his head and saw the bright red on his sleeve, he shed tears uncontrollably.

"why"

Bruce choked and asked Dante, and Dante shrugged casually.

"It's fate. Since you can appear in front of me, since you can receive my divine favor, then why can't I favor you?"

Dante said, pointing at Bruce.

"Look at your current body and feel the extra strength in your body. From now on, I will teach you how to exercise the strength in your body. That comes from my inheritance. Don't let my inheritance be shamed on you. "

Dante said, thrusting Rebellion in front of Bruce.

"Pull it out"

"What?" Bruce was surprised at the recovery of frostbite on his hands, and suddenly saw Dante's movements and was a little dazed.

"Pull out my sword and give it to me" Dante shouted fiercely. Bruce was a little more energetic by the roar. The next moment, he quickly reached out to draw the sword.

However, rebellion was not uprooted by him as he imagined.

Bruce grasped the hilt of Rebel's sword tightly with both hands. The rough patterns on the hilt even scratched Bruce's palm. No matter how hard Bruce tried, Rebel remained motionless.

"Let's stop here." Dante patted Bruce on the shoulder and said softly: "What is needed to pull out this sword is not strength, but will. You are lost now. I will slowly teach you how to be firm." , I will teach you stronger fighting ability, teach you more reasonable exercise methods, teach you all fighting skills, teach you how to restrain your fear, and make you a nightmare in the hearts of your enemies and the backbone in the eyes of your teammates."

Dante stretched out his right hand, pulled out Rebellion and put it back on his back, and patted Bruce's back with his left hand.

"Let's go, drink my blood and feel full of strength. Now, follow me out of the Himalayas. Let's go to Nepal and then return to the United States."

"Dante" Bruce suddenly shouted, which stopped Dante's steps.

"What's wrong"

"Should I call you master?" Bruce looked stunned. He was a little surprised and a little embarrassed. The surprise was that he had the opportunity to become as powerful as Dante. The awkward thing was that he was worried that he would become like Dante. Kill without blinking an eye

"You're not worthy yet," Dante said coldly: "If you still can't draw my sword within a year, I won't teach you anymore."

After Dante finished speaking, he was looking for a way to leave. Bruce was stunned there, with various thoughts flashing in his mind. It wasn't until Dante was almost invisible in his eyes that he suddenly realized it and ran away. He chased after him.

Going down the mountain is always easier than going up the mountain. It only took less than fifteen hours. Dante and Bruce, who were running all the way, could already see the crowds. It looked like a village, but the architecture didn't seem to be Nepali style.

When Dante stopped, Bruce also stopped, but he was so excited now that he couldn't help himself. He felt that his body was full of infinite power.

After running around for more than fifteen hours, Bruce actually didn't feel tired at all. In fact, even at this moment, his heartbeat was not too violent, but stabilized at a relatively active level.

"Master" Bruce looked at Dante in front of him, and he suddenly felt like he was standing tall in his heart: "Is this the power you want to teach me? Am I still considered a human being now?"

"Don't call me master. In addition, most of your current condition comes from my blood that has not dissipated. In a few days, your body will return to its previous state. However, your soul already has an orthodox warrior." With the inheritance, maybe you will become a qualified warrior in the future."

The warrior Dante is talking about here is not the warrior divided by strength. Dante is talking about the kind of warrior who has will and life creed and dares to face all dangers and challenges. The kind of warrior who has heaven to the left and warrior to the right. That is, the warriors under the God of War

Dante ignored the excited Bruce and slowly walked into the town. However, before he had gone far, his sensitive ears heard many people calling the police.

Dante's face turned ugly. He looked at himself, covered with cuts and traces of blood, and then at Bruce, who was wearing a prisoner's cotton-padded jacket, with a big beard and messy hair. What did he think of the two of them? , not like a good thing.

"Dry"

Dante pulled Bruce depressed.

"We went against each other, we came to China"

Bruce was stunned when he heard Dante's words.

"China is a very good country. Why do you look so scared?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, but that the plane I contacted will pick me up in Nepal. The security here in China is very strict, but" Dante hesitated for a moment and looked at Bruce beside him. If possible, it would be better not to let Bruce get caught by the Aegis. Let the bureau find out

So, Dante reached into the jacket pocket of his tattered red windbreaker and took out a small roll of dollars.

"I don't want to say that much, let's go and have something hot to eat."

Dante held the dollar bills in his hand, then put his arm around Bruce's shoulders, smiled, and led Bruce toward the town.