Marvel: The Imposter Inventor

Chapter 214 Dante, the Armor of Departure

As he spoke, the white-haired uncle in front of Luca exaggeratedly twitched his nostrils, as if he could actually smell something.

Seeing the other party's nonchalant and seemingly harmless demeanor, Luca stiffened and took a half-step back.
He obediently raised his hands in a French military salute.

"Um, well, Mr. Dante, I'm just an ordinary researcher with no physical strength. I'm neither involved in any evil plans nor a believer in any cult."

"If you want to fight evil, here you go."

As he spoke, Luca didn't even lower his raised hands; he simply bent his finger and pointed in the direction of the church behind him.

"Your Holiness, the higher-ups of the Demon Sword Order are all having an event over there today. Why don't you go check it out?"

Looking at the little devil sweating profusely in front of him, the white-haired middle-aged man—yes, Dante—withdrew his posture of bending down to sniff, his eyes full of smiles as he casually asked.

"Oh? You actually recognize me?"

Upon hearing this, Luca suppressed the urge to twitch his lips and nodded somewhat awkwardly.

Although he was no longer a high-ranking member of the Order of the Demon Sword, Luca naturally recognized the person in front of him.

Dante—son of the great demon Sparta, the legendary Witcher, a ruthless man who single-handedly fought his way through Hell and slew countless Hell lords.

Luca knew the other man not because he was a devout Christian who knew what Sparta's son looked like.

In fact, the higher-ups of the Order of the Sword had initially considered capturing Dante, who possessed Spartan blood, and using the Spartan blood within him to power the colossal artificial demon 'Savior', thereby achieving the so-called 'Salvation Plan'.

However, those in high positions were intimidated by the other side's terrifying military power.

What started as a forced arrest turned into a planned trap, and then into verbally promising to arrest someone but failing to take any action.

Such a legendary witcher, who alone was enough to intimidate the arrogant and idiotic Order of the Sword, was someone that Luca, a mere Karami, naturally didn't want to provoke.

Fortunately, after witnessing Luca's "I'm a coward, don't hit me" aura, Dante didn't make things difficult for Luca.

He simply smiled, patted Luca on the shoulder, and left with a comment.

"There's certainly no stench of demons, but little one, Pandora is no joke~"

After he finished speaking, Luca felt a surge of air around him.

When they turned back, all they could see was that red figure leaping back onto the roof and continuing towards the direction of the church.

Seeing that the other person had completely walked away, Luca, who was still raising his hands, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his arms.

"I knew these guys were messing around; they'd get beaten up sooner or later!"

"I was careless; I should have brought Zeroha with me!"

After saying this, Luca suddenly stopped, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"Even Zeroha wouldn't last long against that kind of monster."

'Whatever, I'm just a researcher, why should I worry about this?'

Lost in thought, Luca once again put his hands behind his head, humming a little tune, and leisurely walked towards his workshop.

Rumble, rumble——

The enormous tremor reverberated throughout the heavens and the earth, temporarily suppressing the demonic roars outside and the continuous blasts of machine guns.

The workshop where Luca was located also began to shake slightly due to the violent tremor.

With a slight swerve of the carving knife in his hand, the part of the demonized machine gun that he was making was completely ruined.

Luca rolled his eyes, tossed the carving knife and scrapped parts onto the workbench, and walked helplessly to the window. "What the hell? It's not even finished yet?"

As he spoke, Luca peered out through the observation hole in the window.

He ignored the scarecrow demons that crookedly approached his workshop and were then torn to shreds by his own fortifications.

What comes into view is the enormous, holy statue, hundreds of meters tall, floating in the sky.

And from the giant stone monument of Forduna, a horde of demons surged forth like a tidal wave.

'Seriously, how come it was that old Pope who activated the Savior statue again? Dante, you can't do it either?!'

But then Luca began to have some doubts again.

'Given Dante's strength, he shouldn't be captured by that old man to be a core member of the savior, right? That requires the Spartan bloodline...?'

At that moment, a white-haired boy who had recently sprouted a demonic arm flashed through his mind.

'Could it really be that silly Nero was captured and used as a battery?'

'Sigh, should I go and lend a hand?'

Thinking of his childhood friends, Luca rubbed his temples in exasperation.

"You silly child, all that strength you have, why didn't you take Kirie and run away sooner!"

Left with no other option, Luca turned around and knocked on the 'wardrobe' a few times, then entered the password on the pop-up panel.

The cabinet door opened with a 'beep' sound.

Standing prominently among them was a pure white mecha nearly two meters tall.

Calling it a mecha isn't entirely accurate.

The humanoid mech in front of us resembles medieval knight's heavy armor in design. Although it has a strong mechanical style, its important external components also feature a lot of bio-modified muscle textures.

Overall, it blends classic and science fiction elements, combining mechanical and biotechnology, possessing both angelic holiness and a hint of demonic ferocity.

If one had to put it into words, this mech in front of them bore a striking resemblance to the "Silver Knights" who had undergone the "Return to Heaven Ritual" and proclaimed themselves angels.

That's right, the mecha in front of him is Luca's important trump card.

A biomechanical battle suit that has successfully completed its 'death ceremony'.

"Although I myself dare not undergo that modification ritual with a 90% mortality rate, in this world, you can't get by without some military strength as a trump card."

As he spoke, Luca's lips curled slightly as he placed his palm on the chest of the bio-mech in front of him and then muttered something to himself.

"Number Zero, Haro, start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bio-armor in front of him suddenly transformed into countless scattered points of light, quickly covering Luca's entire body.

In the blink of an eye, the bio-armor was fully donned.

Yes, Luca originally only intended to build a mecha, but for some reason, during the manufacturing process, a miserable image suddenly appeared in his mind: 'the mecha is flying in the sky, while he is being held in its arms and blown by the wind.' So he simply spent more effort to simplify the structure of the mecha and transformed it into a wearable battle suit.

He clenched his fist slightly, feeling the violent power surging through his body.

At this moment, the bio-mech mask reflected light slightly, emitting a somewhat hoarse low hum.

"Let's go, hello. It's time to go see if that little brother Nero can be saved!"

(End of this chapter)