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Dante shot off Klein's gun-holding hand with a crisp shot. The pistol and Klein's severed hand fell into Rachel's arms. Rachel's face was covered with blood, including Klein's. Her own too, because Dante's shot also went through her shoulder.

While firing, Dante kicked the ground hard and rushed straight towards Rachel who was six meters away. Dante caught her in a blink of an eye, and then Dante used a clever move to throw Rachel far away.

The next moment, Dante clamped Klein's neck with his right hand and lifted Klein up.

"Yeah, I'd like to hear what else you have to say."

Dante raised Klein high in the sky, admiring Klein's ugly appearance. Klein's severed hand was struggling feebly in the air, and his intact left hand was trying hard to grab Dante and squeeze his neck. This may be the instinctive struggle of human beings when they are in pain.

"Speak!" Dante sneered: "Why don't you speak? You talked a lot just now, but now you are mute."

Klein's face changed from deep red to purple, and from purple to pale. Veins sprouted on his neck. His hands were waving wildly, and his feet were desperately pedaling in the air. The blood from his severed hands flowed out. Blood spilled all over the floor

It wasn't until Klein was almost dead that Dante threw him to the ground.

"You just blamed me. How could you speak when my neck was pinched by me?" Dante squatted next to Klein and patted Klein's face with his white ivory: "Scarecrow, use your hallucinogenic poison to spread Scared shameless villain, tell me who gave you that poison."

"Here, who gave it to me, haha, you actually thought it was given to me by someone else, hahahaha."

Klein coughed and laughed hysterically. His body began to curl up on the ground. When the feeling of suffocation subsided, the pain of his broken hand returned.

However, Klein did not surrender because of the pain. He laughed crazily, mocking Dante in a hoarse voice while laughing.

"Those are my works, my best works. I am their creator. I am the messenger of fear. How can I be understood by ordinary people like you?"

"So, you were beaten into this pitiable state by an ordinary person like me." Dante curled his lips: "It seems that you are not very good either."

After Dante finished speaking, he inserted Rebellion next to Klein's neck. Klein lay on the ground and turned sideways to look at the sword.

"An old antique like you should be very confident in using a sword." After Klein finished speaking, he actually opened his mouth and bit the rebellious sword blade that was close at hand. Then he continued: "I really look forward to the day when you are swallowed by fear. There will definitely be a day.”

Dante looked at Klein's eyes full of hatred, looked at him with eyes full of confidence, and said, "I'm never afraid."

"Everyone has fears, and you are no exception, the white-haired man." Klein chuckled. He looked at the bright sword body in front of him. He looked at the sharp blade and shook his head slightly: " It's like me, I am the creator of fear, my medicine can make the strongest heroes fall into fear, I always thought that I created them, I can rule them, I always thought that I would never be afraid again , but now, I’m scared.”

After Klein finished speaking, he used his good left hand to support the ground and changed himself from lying to sitting. He arranged his hair, and then looked at Dante with a smile.

"You don't know who I serve. He is a guy you absolutely cannot afford to offend. He is the spokesman of fear. He will make you, the whole Gotham, the whole United States and even the whole world fall into fear."

Klein chuckled, his throat becoming hoarse due to the injury, which made his laughter become sinister.

"Can I know your name?" Klein finished laughing. He had laughed enough, and then he asked in the most elegant tone.

"Dante Nefilim" Dante stood up, held Rebellion in his hands and said softly: "I hope you can read my name in hell."

"Dante" Klein chuckled: "Of course I will talk about you. I will wait for you in hell, waiting for you and everyone in Gotham. You will all come to hell in fear, just today."

"Do you think I am you?" Dante sneered, swung his sword and chopped off Klein's head. The scarecrow causing trouble in Gotham City died.

Dante looked at the corpse on the ground. Klein was still sitting even though he had lost his head. Dante said regretfully.

"A very unique person, a very brave soul, just a little dirty."

After saying that, Dante pointed the white ivory at the group of minions behind him and said softly.

"You should be able to see my strength. The scarecrow has been defeated. You can leave here and find the next boss."

However, they remained motionless

Dante looked at them carefully. Each of them had exposed veins and blood-red eyeballs. They looked far more terrifying than before.

One of the minions took a deep breath. The temperature was obviously very hot now, but the breath he exhaled left a cloud of white mist in the air. The breath was accompanied by the smell of sulfur that disgusted Dante. Dante's blood instantly accelerated

"I've always wondered why there are no traces of demons in the entire Gotham. It turns out it's not that there aren't any, but that my magic is too old and has been blocked by you bastards from hell."

Dante watched as the remaining forty-three minions gradually grew taller and larger. In about ten seconds, a whole person stood in front of Dante.

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Dante felt the strength of this group of demons. Ha, they were simply weak. Together, they might not be the opponent of Fusifa. Fusifa was the big demon who was summoned by Constantine and hacked to death by Dante with moonlight.

Rachel, who was hiding in the corner while enduring the pain, saw this scene. She was so shocked that she almost screamed. Her world view completely collapsed at this moment. The door on the mysterious side was opening towards the girl, but this door had just been pushed open. Rachel closed it halfway and Rachel passed out.

Dante has no time to pay attention to Rachel. The devil is in front of him and asks Dante how to calm down.

Dante used a thorn in his hand to pierce the belly of the demon closest to him. Then, while drawing his sword, he used his white ivory to blast the claws of the demon that sneaked up behind him.

These demons are just little demons, maybe even just a group of little demons without intelligence. So, how to distinguish between demons and devils?

Generally, black magicians will tell you that those who are rational are demons, and those who are irrational are demons.

The businessman's view is a little different. Those who abide by the contract are devils, and those who do not have the spirit of contract are devils.

And Dante's idea is even more different.

"I don't like you devils. Damn it. You are creatures with only chaos in your mind. You can't even scream before you die. Maybe you don't know what death means."

Rebellion was like wind blowing over a devil's neck. Its head fell off with a bang, and was shot into powder by Dante in the air. Dante's pistol in his left hand and sword in his right hand turned into a sharp whirlwind in the blink of an eye. , countless demon stumps fell to the ground, and some red crystals continued to appear in the air. They rushed into Dante's body as if they were attracted by Dante. Dante's power increased as the red crystals were absorbed. The higher

"You can't even say a word"

Dante kicked a little devil's leg off and then cut him in half

"Killing you will never be fun."

The white ivory bloomed with nearly twenty rays of silver light, and the magic bullets like wind and rain beat a devil into a sieve alive.

"But what exactly are these red things?"

Dante said, throwing Rebel far away. Rebel flew through the air and inserted into the chest of a devil. Dante tried to touch the red crystals with his free right hand, but the crystal touched Dante's finger. and disappeared into Dante's body.

"It seems I have to take the time to study this thing."

Dante jumped and hit the devil's head with his right knee. The next moment, the white ivory inserted into the devil's mouth. With a bang, the devil's head exploded into powder.

Dante stepped hard on the devil's headless body, jumped up and landed in front of Rebel. He grabbed the hilt of Rebel's sword with his right hand and pushed upwards. The devil, who was thrust far away by Rebel, was instantly split into two halves.

ten, nine, eight, seven

Until the last devil was cut into small pieces by Dante, until no more red crystals appeared in the air, Dante put the rebel back on his back, put the white ivory back into the holster, and took a deep breath. .

"It's a pity that I haven't figured out yet whether their appearance is the result of early possession, or the reason why the devil's swaddling clothes have just hatched."

Dante muttered and came to the corner of the basement. He squatted down and patted Rachel's bloody face.

"Wake up, you smartass stupid woman"

Rachel faintly felt something strange happening on her face. She opened her eyes in confusion. The moment she saw Dante, she immediately woke up.

She held her hands on the ground, and her instinct told her to dodge backwards, but she failed. She just screamed and fell forward. The fresh hole in her shoulder made it impossible for her to move her right arm.

Seeing Rachel's embarrassment, Dante reached out and took Rachel's uninjured arm to help Rachel up. Rachel leaned weakly in Dante's arms. Her legs were weak, something she had never suffered since she was a child. Such a serious injury

"Be patient, this is a lesson to you. You are not a goddess, so don't just break into a man's lair."

"I think the fate of a goddess who breaks into a man's lair will be much worse than mine." Rachel frowned and muttered.

Dante was stunned for a moment: "Maybe we are not talking about a kind of god."

"I don't care what you said, I just know that I will never forget the lesson I learned this time."

Rachel looked at Dante in front of her. There was no nervous expression on his handsome face at all, which made Rachel a little scared. Dante looked like an ordinary man after going to the mall, not someone who had just killed countless people. Executioner of men and demons

demon

Rachel suddenly remembered the demon that had just scared her unconscious. Even just thinking about it made Rachel stagger.

Rachel trembled and clutched Dante's arm. She was extremely scared and a little expectant. She didn't know how she would live as usual if there were really demons and gods in the world.

"What happened to those minions just now?" Rachel asked.

Dante glanced down at Rachel, then smiled slightly and said: "Devil"