Main God Space: You have been listed as a black household

Chapter 267 The Fourth Generation Will Be Called Uncle Ding
Three days passed in a flash, and in the early hours of the third day, Li Hao, who was beating up a giant scarecrow on the street, suddenly raised his head and glanced east.

He put his hand on his heart, silently feeling the increasingly intense pulse, and the magic power in his body began to boil uncontrollably. He knew that Uncle Ding had already arrived at Fuduna. Bloodline resonance', the sensing range is even wider than his heart network.

"Hah!"

A devil's roar.

Li Hao turned his head and glanced at the giant scarecrow demon he had cut into a 'devil stick', and then stepped on the ground, stretched out his hand and pinched its bloody mouth, forcing it to open its mouth wide.

"Your breath smells really good." Li Hao frowned a little unbearably, and directly took out a series of high-explosive grenades connected in series, and stuffed them all into its mouth.

boom!Huge explosion flames rose from the street, and the dazzling pillar of fire shot straight up to a height of more than ten meters. Li Hao had already turned around and turned the corner of the street. Take a look because——real men never look back at explosions!
Under the dark night, the streets of Fuduna are still as before, empty and quiet like a ghost town, except for a few wild cats and mice and other small animals wandering around looking for food, there is almost no pedestrian on the street.

Well, it's just 'almost', because there are always some people who like to hang out on the street at such a time, such as Li Hao and Tracy.

Wearing a black leather corset and trousers, Tracy's temperament is completely different from the pious and cautious Fortuna style, but she doesn't care about these things. After all, she and the residents here are the same. Two completely different styles of people.

If it wasn't for the Pope's conspiracy and plan, she wouldn't have appeared here at all.

Tracy strolled to a landscape tree next to the street, and leaned her back against the trunk with her arms around her arms.

"I said, wouldn't you choose a more romantic place to meet?"

She was alone in the whole street, she said softly as if talking to herself.

A gust of wind blew by, and Tracy, who had waited for a long time without hearing an answer, couldn't help frowning, and looked up at the leafy green treetop dissatisfied. Although she couldn't see the guy, she was sure that the guy Just squatting on a tree.

"Dante, are you dumb? You don't care about people at all!"

"Ah, I'm sorry." A man wearing a big red windbreaker, whose temperament and attire are also incompatible with the painting style here, jumped down from the tree and explained, "I suddenly felt a breath that made me a little concerned. So lost.

As for places with a romantic atmosphere, then I can't help it. I just arrived here, and I don't know much about this place, so I can't think of any places that catch my eye. "

Hearing Dante's usual frivolous and slippery explanation, Tracy sighed softly, "Forget it, I don't have time to argue with you, anyway, let me tell you the situation I have investigated first."

Dante shrugged and said: "Then you can say it, but try to be as concise as possible. I am tired from the long journey, and the night is so deep. I think it's time to listen to a bedtime story and fall asleep."

Trish glanced sideways at Dante. No matter how he looked at this guy, he didn't look tired at all, right?But she didn't say anything, she knew her old lover too well, this guy is just such a person, whether he is really tired or in perfect condition, he is not the kind of master who will listen to people's long-winded words honestly.

"The Order of the Devil Sword Knights summons demons, and is still independently researching and creating artificial demons, and is still doing experiments to transplant the power of demons into humans-they call it the 'Ascension Ceremony', and these experiments are all It has already achieved considerable results.”

Dante asked: "Oh? And then? Who is the master? The devil? What is their purpose?"

"It's not a devil, it is the Pope, the leader of the Order of the Devil Sword Knights, who made these instructions and issued orders.

And the ultimate goal of the Pope is what most villains want to achieve, to rule the world. However, they use the guise of religion, but no one can see what is wrong in advance, and the means are very clever.

And that's it!Whether it is the Pope or his cronies, they all think that their own actions are just and correct. They feel that they are pioneers fighting to save this world that is gradually falling.

'In the dark, with a heart to the light', 'with the heart of a compassionate saint, who punishes evil', 'a saint with blood on his hands'. That's how those guys advertise themselves, and they believe it. "

Dante frowned deeply, showing an expression of undisguised disgust, and heaved a long sigh, "Why is this again? I thought this kind of hypocrite who felt good about himself was extinct."

"Oh, how is it possible." Tracy laughed mischievously, and said meaningfully, "Why, our Lord Demon Hunter is not going to take over this matter because he finds it troublesome and disgusting, right?

If that's the case, it doesn't matter, I'll do it myself. Anyway, I just met a suitable helper a few days ago.

And that little brother is almost exactly the same as Dante when you were young, equally powerful. So if you don't want to intervene, I can ask him for help, after all, that kid has to be called my aunt! "

Dante raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at Tracy, feeling that she meant something just now, and you have a nephew? !If I remember correctly, Tracy, you were created by the Devil Emperor and endowed with a special situation of life. How could you have any relatives.

As if aware of what Dante was thinking, Tracy sneered slightly at him, "My nephew, of course, can't be my direct bloodline. It's your Spartan bloodline!"

Dante raised his brows. To be honest, he didn't quite understand what Tracy said, but he was keenly aware that the topic of that 'nephew' must not continue, otherwise something would happen. , This is from his sixth sense as a man!
So he immediately changed the subject and said: "Okay, I know, I will do it, and I have no reason to refuse such a thing, right? After all, that guy wants to rule the world, and he uses my old Daddy's name is causing trouble, and I will take action to solve this matter due to emotion and reason."

Dante cleverly avoided the topic of his 'illegitimate child'. Trish just glanced at him, then didn't say anything, and pointed to the majestic cathedral in the center of Fortuna.

"Tomorrow, the Demon Sword Ceremony will be held in that cathedral. At that time, the main personnel of the religious order will be present, and even the Pope will appear."

Dante looked in the direction pointed by Tracy. It was a theater church. Judging from the classical architectural style, it should have been built around the Middle Ages. Even in this city with a strong classical atmosphere, it is still It is very eye-catching, no wonder the Order of the Knights of the Devil Sword regards that cathedral as an important symbolic building.

He asked: "So, what is the Demon Sword Festival going to do? The festival, it should be very lively, right? It's hard to come out this time, if you can have some fun, it seems good."

Tracy shook her head, "The ceremony itself is not entertaining, the main purpose is just to praise your father Sparta. After the female singer finishes singing the song praising Sparta, the Pope will take over the stage and then preach. Then everyone prays, and then the ceremony is over."

Dante curled his lips, rolled his eyes and said, "Then what's the point of this kind of ceremony?"

Tracy explained to him: "From a religious point of view, this is a very meaningful ceremony. What I really want to say is closer to a mass ceremony. It is all to unite the beliefs of believers and show their own respect for the gods they serve. Pious heart."

"Well, that's it." Dante, who has no faith, has no interest in this, even if this festival is specially held for his father.

Tracy patted her head speechlessly, "What was your reaction? Can you focus on the key points? I'm telling you this for one thing, that is. The Pope, who rarely shows up on weekdays, will Show up at the festival."

"And let's seize this opportunity?" Dante picked up Tracy's words, "I probably understand what you think."

He raised his head in thought for a second, then suddenly turned back to Tracy and asked, "Tracey, that pope is no longer human, is that so? Are you 100% sure?"

Trish nodded.

Dante showed a slightly iron-blooded chuckle, looked up at the blood moon in the sky, and said relaxedly: "That's much simpler."

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