American comic world demon hunter

The moon had just risen not long ago, and people vaguely remembered the last ray of light cast by the sun when it left. When that light was completely forgotten by them, there were very few pedestrians on the streets of Gotham.

In Gotham at night, even if you are driving, you may be blocked by gangsters and robbed, let alone walking around the city without driving.

Just like Rachel the night before, if she had not been unlucky to a certain extent, she would never dare to take the empty train home at night. However, if she had not been in danger that night, maybe she would not have met that handsome man. Where is the hero?

Thinking of Dante, Rachel first smiled, but in the blink of an eye, her shoulder began to hurt again. She once again thought of more things related to Dante. Dante shot her through the shoulder, but Din massacred the entire Arkham, Dante defeated countless demons, Dante said his name in front of the TV, and revealed his appearance. Most importantly, Dante told himself that his ex-boyfriend loved him deeply for five years. Carl Finch died in 2006.

In just one day, my life seemed to have been completely destroyed by this man named Dante Nefilim. Not only my life, but also my world view was turned upside down. There are real demons in the world, and angels are not myths. My ex-boyfriend is dead.

"Hey"

Rachel sighed deeply. No matter what she thought about, she would inevitably think of Carl Finch in the end, just like she missed Bruce deeply back then. She just didn't know how long it would take her to forget her ex-boyfriend this time. Soon after Earl, the president of Wayne Group, announced the death of Bruce, Carl Finch began to pursue Rachel. It took Rachel five years to reluctantly accept Carl for a period of time. In the end, the two broke up. I don’t know how long it will take me to get out of the shadow of Karl’s death this time.

"Boom"

A not particularly loud noise made Rachel wake up a little. She looked into the distance through the window. If she wasn't mistaken, it seemed that there was an explosion somewhere in the city.

Rachel struggled to hold herself up with one hand. She tried to find the location of the explosion with her naked eyes, but after looking at it for a long time, she could only determine that it was the direction of Bruce's house.

"Oh, God"

Rachel suddenly shouted.

"Bruce's family, didn't Bruce come back a few days ago? Could it be that he was attacked? Oh my God, I forgot about him. Too many things have happened these days. I have to call Bruce."

Rachel whispered, but when she picked up the phone, she hesitated.

"Maybe things won't be as bad as I thought," she said to herself, but then she said something negative: "Maybe things won't be as good as I thought."

She knew that the noise just now might not be an explosion, and even if it was, it might not be the Bruce family that exploded. Even if it was the Bruce family, Bruce might not die. This meant that things might not be as bad as she thought.

However, Bruce left her without a word. In the blink of an eye, eight years later, is Bruce still the same Bruce? Does he know that he had another boyfriend? Does he still love me and care about me? Will everything be like eight years ago? The same thing is that things may not be as good as she thought.

Rachel held her phone silently. Bruce's number was on the phone. This number belonged to Bruce eight years ago. Can I use the past number to contact someone in the present?

Just when Rachel was silent and confused, emergency news came on the TV, and the content of the news turned out to be Bruce, whom she was worried about.

"According to our news, the mansion where the Wayne family has lived for 376 years has just been destroyed by a missile. All 70 servants in the mansion died. Fortunately, Bruce was enjoying a party at the Heartbeat Club when the incident occurred. Fortunately for people, they escaped the disaster. Relevant experts said that the missile should have come from a terrorist organization in Iraq."

"Bruce is alive"

When the news ended, Rachel covered her mouth with one hand. She felt sorry for the destruction of Wayne's old house and was happy for Bruce's luck. However, Bruce's wild attitude in the Heartbeat Club, hugging each other, deeply hurt her. It hurt Rachel's heart.

"He is still alive, and I am still alive, but we are both just each other's past. Bruce, I should have known. After all, I am just the child of a maid in the Wayne family."

Rachel lay back on the bed, placing a hand on her chest and praying for the deceased servants of the Wayne family.

At the other end of the city, three dripping men were walking on the street. They were Dante, Lei Xiaogu and Malcolm.

"Dante" Lei Xiaogu said: "Are you going directly to the stronghold like this? I don't think this is a good idea. I have many spies from the Assassin League under me. My father-in-law must know the location of the Gotham stronghold."

"That's exactly what I want," Dante said without looking back.

Looking at Dante's back, Lei Xiaogu shook his head silently. He and Malcolm looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"Is everyone with special abilities as confident as you, Dante?"

Hearing Lei Xiaogu's words, Dante glanced at him impatiently and shouted softly: "Shut your mouth, I'm not in the mood to talk."

"As you wish"

Lei Xiaogu smiled and closed his mouth, and followed Dante quietly until Dante stopped at the door of a bar.

"What, do we need to have two drinks?" Lei Xiaogu asked with a smile. He was always smiling. It seemed that the disappearance of the Wayne family was not related to the danger he had just encountered.

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What impact did it have on him.

After hearing Lei Xiaogu's words, Dante said softly to the two of them.

"You wait for me in this bar. There are no people from the Assassin League here. I will go to your stronghold by myself."

After Dante finished speaking, he left alone. Lei Xiaogu looked at Dante's back silently. After a while, he turned around and put his only right hand around Malcolm's shoulders. His whole person turned into a picture of a drunkard. look.

He staggered and walked. If it weren't for Malcolm's support, he might have fallen down at any time. Then, like countless men in the bar, the two of them drank and flirted with girls. No one would think they were special, even if they were all wet. The same goes for Tooru.

Lei Xiaogu held a wine glass in his hand, and the wine in the glass continued to spill as he swayed. He stared wantonly at a charming dancer not far away. Who knew that even if he was looking at the girl hungrily, he was The thing I was thinking about was the words left by Dante.

"I'm sure there's no one from the Assassin's League in the bar, so I'm not sure about other places, right? Moreover, if there were only mortals in the stronghold, Dante wouldn't have stopped me here. It turns out there are demons hidden in there too." My stronghold is almost exposed. After this time, the Shadow Warrior Alliance will need at least three years to cultivate. My good father-in-law, I really hope you disappear from the world together with the enemies I have found for you."

At the same time, Dante walked silently in the residential area. He occasionally raised his head and glanced to the upper left. A room about forty meters away in that direction was filled with the smell of sulfur breathed by the devil.

Dante tried to listen to the conversation between the demon and the human in the room, but he heard nothing. As he got closer, the demon's breath became heavier and heavier, except for the smell of sulfur that made Dante nauseous. , a subtle trace of blood also rushed into Dante's nasal cavity.

"Someone died in that house," Dante muttered. He jumped up slightly, stepped on the magic pattern and stood outside the window on the seventh floor, looking into the room.

As expected, the moment Dante looked into the room, the old man in the room was also looking at Dante outside the window.

The blond old man in the house smiled and opened the window, making a gesture of invitation to Dante. Dante nodded to him and stepped into the room.

"It seems you've been waiting for a long time." Dante casually pulled out his sword. He walked past the old man and sat on the sofa. He crossed his legs and placed the sword flat on his right leg.

"It seems that you don't know how to respect an old man." The old man shook his head slightly. He turned around and did not sit down. Instead, he stood two steps away from Dante, with his hands folded in front of his belly and looking down. Looking down at Dante on the sofa, he said softly.

Hearing the old man's words, Dante sneered: "Don't compare your age with me, young Lord of Hell."

"I haven't heard someone compliment me on my youth for a long time. Should I take this as your flattery?"

A huge shadow gradually appeared behind the old man. The light in the room was blocked by this shadow, leaving a huge shadow on the floor, and Dante was within the range of the shadow.

"Maybe you do have an ancient origin, but you should learn to respect the strong, Ding Nefilim, no matter how powerful you were, at least now, you are just a weak ant, kneel down in front of me and pray for me. Forgive, kneel down and beg me to forgive your disrespect. Only in this way can you have a chance to live."

"Get lost!" Dante sneered and cursed. He could see the energy rays surging on the old man's body. The energy value was at least a hundred billion. The stable god realm was even stronger than Ganata.

But so what

Dante leaned firmly on the sofa and cursed softly: "Maybe you do have some capital now, but you fucking think you have more capital than me. Apart from strength, there is no divinity in your body." No, you may be able to destroy my body like this, but you can’t destroy my soul. If you want to threaten me, it’s bullshit.”

Dante clicked his ears in disdain, wondering what was going on in this universe, why a demon without divinity could have power above that of a god.

Dante looked at the old man with disdain, and secretly reminded himself in his heart that the current universe is no longer the world he used to have. This world has changed too much, and he must master these changes as soon as possible.

After listening to Dante's rude words, the old man's expression did not change at all. He still looked down at Dante on the sofa and said softly.

“When I found you from Lady Death and Ganata’s Twitter, I thought there was another strong person on earth, but now I don’t see a strong person, only a fanatic. You let me down, but Man"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Dante stretched out two fingers.

"First of all, you should tell me your name before calling me."

"Asking knowingly, I am Mephisto"

"Second, don't interrupt me casually, bastard"

Dante suddenly stood up, and wisps of subtle silver light slowly emerged from Dante's body. This light was entangled behind Dante, trying hard to form an image, but it finally failed. Dante's energy could only Holding up a few rays of white light, it still cannot form the demon shadow of Nefilim.

But even so, Dante still sneered and confronted Mephisto, and Dante said the last thing.

"If you are not a madman, how can you become a god? Mephisto, you have never even possessed divinity, probably because you have never been mad."