American comic world demon hunter

Dante didn't know that he was being broadcast by the TV station, and he had no time to think about whether his current image would be photogenic. As the battle continued, Dante's blood flow became faster and faster.

Dante likes this feeling. All calculations, plots, and tricks are completely useless in the face of real strength. Weaknesses always only belong to the weak. The real strong never has weaknesses.

There were fewer and fewer demons around Dante. Nearly six thousand little demons were killed by Dante's extremely efficient execution. In less than ten minutes, the number of demons had already reached three digits.

In just ten minutes, Dante's own energy intensity jumped from just over 40,000 to more than 720,000.

Dante enjoys this level of progress deeply, and it gives the devils in this world another reason for Dante to cause trouble. If what once supported Dante in his fight against hell was his hatred from the past, then, Now Dante has a better reason to target the devil

Becoming stronger is the truth

In these ten minutes, Dante killed 5,226 demons. However, these demons were too weak. Each demon could only bring about 100 points of energy to Dante. In terms of strength, In other words, the big demon Vucifer that Dante killed in Atlanta brought more than 10,000 energy boosts to Dante. In other words, the gap between the little devil and the big devil is about a hundred times.

"I have to figure out the cause of these red crystals as soon as possible," Dante muttered. He was eager to get back to his peak state, but this did not mean that he had to accept this inexplicable power. Dante did not pursue power. All he pursues is victory and honor

In the past world, the Nefilim race had never had a god appear. Dante just wanted to see if his race was really not qualified to reach the supreme level.

Dante took out the white ivory. The number of demons on the battlefield was much less. Some demons were even considering escaping. This made Dante unable to mow the grass like he had just done.

Therefore, now Dante keeps wandering among the sparse demons, blasting the demons' heads with white tusks in his hand. Occasionally, if a demon approaches, he can only die in humiliation due to rebellion.

Bruce has been staying on the second floor of the station. In order to prevent the Gotham police from killing each other, Bruce knocked them unconscious one by one. This was no small project and it really wasted a lot of Bruce's time.

When he looked at his teacher again, he had to admit that his teacher seemed to have become much stronger in just a short moment.

Bruce watched Dante wielding his magic wantonly. He watched the sword energy that occasionally flew out pass through the walls and cut the demon hiding behind in half. Bruce murmured to himself.

"Fortunately, the teacher is on the side of mankind." When he said this, Bruce looked stern and muttered in his heart: "God, if one day, a strong man like the teacher takes mankind as a target, who can stop him?" he"

Bruce thought of this and rushed out of the station quickly. As he ran, he picked up the remaining katana on the ground.

"teacher"

Bruce shouted, and then rushed towards a demon hiding behind the bus. He clenched the knife in his hand and stabbed the knife high into the demon's chest.

The knife encountered some obstacles at the beginning. When Bruce used all his strength, the knife finally penetrated straight in. The demon was killed instantly, but what shocked Bruce was that his samurai sword was actually covered in the demon's lava-like blood. melted

Dante heard Bruce's voice. He saw Bruce killing a demon. He was about to praise him, but in the blink of an eye, he saw that his good apprentice's knife was useless.

"Ordinary weapons cannot cause secondary damage to demons." Dante walked up to Bruce, patted Bruce on the shoulder and said: "You are not strong enough now. Your training time is too short. When you can master your After adding blood, you can control the blood to be attached to your weapon, so that you can better protect your weapon."

After Dante finished speaking, he gently planted Rebel on the ground, then he put his finger on the blade of Rebel's sword and scratched it, smearing the blood on the hilt of Rebel's sword.

"I now allow you to use this sword, pull it out, and feel the power you may have in the future. That is the direction of your future efforts."

After Dante finished speaking, he ignored Bruce's slightly nervous expression, but gently turned the white ivory. After two bursts of fire, the much more powerful magic bullet easily shot through the heads of the two demons.

Dante chuckled.

"This is the little devil. These are the disgusting, ugly but powerful creatures that will continue to appear in any era. They are evil and cruel, and are born enemies of all ordered life."

Dante patted Bruce's shoulder armor with his right hand, and pointed with his left hand at the remaining demons of various shapes around him.

"But they will still be afraid, they will be scrupulous, and they will be afraid. They will be left to you. You have to know that there is more than just human life in the world. If you want to protect your city and your people, then you must Have the means to deal with all enemies, everything."

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Bruce nodded sternly, and held Rebellion with both hands. The moment he tightened his grip, he felt the faint resistance of Rebellion, but this feeling of resistance quickly disappeared, followed by countless energy.

When this energy is fed back to Bruce, the reaction is different from that of Dante. After all, Bruce and Dante are not on the same path. When the energy enters Bruce's body, Bruce mysteriously disappears.

Watching Bruce disappear into thin air, Dante walked aside, found a damaged wheel and sat on it, watching Bruce fight with admiration.

Even if it's still broad daylight and there's no cover in front of you, you still can't spot Bruce. When you get anxious and desperately want to see him, he cooperatively squeezes out of the shadow of a demon.

It was as if the air was a ball of jelly, Bruce was the spoon, and the shadow was where the spoon was inserted into the jelly. He swung his sword and cut the jelly in half together with the demon inside.

Bruce looked at his results in astonishment. He looked at the rebellion in his hand. The rebellion was gradually shortening to a length suitable for Bruce's use.

"This is a living sword, and it is so powerful. I can feel the power beckoning to me. If I kill Dante now, will I completely possess this sword and the power on it?"

Bruce's eyes suddenly turned red, and he couldn't control his dark emotions. When he looked at Dante fiercely, he suddenly shook his head, and then directly threw the rebel in his hand out, and the rebel stabbed in in a swirling manner. In the wall not far away, only Bruce was left blaming himself in place.

"Damn" Bruce looked at his hands in fear. He only used this sword to kill a demon, but there were already more than thirty evil plans in his heart. This was definitely not what he should do.

Dante looked at the embarrassed Bruce, he laughed loudly, suddenly came to Bruce's side, and slapped Bruce hard on the back of the head.

"Hey, wake up, your eyes are so red that they look like they're bleeding." After Dante finished speaking, he walked to the rebel area and pulled out the sword, and said, "I wanted you to experience the feeling of power, but you still can't Not prepared, you have just been controlled by the power, and what I want is for you to control the power."

"Teacher, will this magic sword also whisper to you?"

"We were just chatting." Dante chuckled: "The reason why you were seduced by him is precisely because you long for him, and I have long passed the age of longing for power. I just have power and then use it. I long for it." What I want is to kill all enemies who are stronger than me. If I become the strongest, then my life will really be meaningless."

Dante patted the hilt of the rebellious sword and gently taught Bruce: "You have to know that strength and weakness are just symbols. There is never an absolute meaning of strength and weakness on the real battlefield. In my era, the gods And countless demigods rely on the energy in living creatures to classify life, but it turns out that the eyes of a baby have the chance to defeat a god. I had an old rival at the time who was the God of Assassins. He was with the Dragon of Eternity and Time. He learned that he would lose his throne and be replaced by a new Assassin God forty years later, so he vowed to kill the Assassin God forty years later that day."

"Then what?" This story surprised Bruce slightly. He was not worried about Gotham today. The police who surrounded the narrow island had completely gained the upper hand after the number of demons dropped to one thousand, and the nearby demons were afraid of Dante. I didn’t dare to come forward, it looked like this was a good time to listen to a story.

"When the Assassin God found the person destined to succeed him in the future, he found that it was a three-month-old baby. When he saw the baby's soft little hands trying to touch his sharp dagger, he gave the baby a kiss , since then he lost his divinity and became the owner of a tavern on the edge of the abyss battlefield."

"Why?" Bruce suddenly asked: "Why did he lose his divinity so easily? Is God so cheap?"

"God is much more expensive than you think." Dante's eyes seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, and he saw the respectable guy back then. He explained: "His name is Ezio, and he promised himself , he will never kill any baby, and he is the god of assassins. As long as he chooses his target, he must kill his target when he has the best opportunity. This time his target becomes A baby, and that was the best time to assassinate him. You know the result of his giving up. Among the two oaths, he chose the one he liked more. He really is not worthy of being an assassin."

Dante hugged Bruce gently: "But he is a real man, so I want to know, do you have your own persistence?"

Hearing Dante's words, Bruce nodded thoughtfully. Dante's story not only told the past of an assassin, but also told Bruce the attitude he should have when facing power. Bruce's smart head understood it in the blink of an eye. All this.

Facing pure and sincere babies, even if they lose their power, even if they give up their divine status, they cannot attack them. Isn't this kind of attitude of treating power like a strand of contempt what I need most?

Bruce remembered that he had come up with countless ways to kill Dante, and he suddenly didn't dare to look into Dante's eyes anymore.