People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 102 Virgil

Suren knelt on one knee, without any hesitation, gripped the Yamato Blade with both hands, and plunged it directly into Angela's bulging abdomen.

Dante's Demon Sword is about fusion, while Virgil's Yamato is about separation.

Virgil used this method to separate his personality.

This was the best solution he came up with on the spot; whether it worked or not, he had to try.

"laugh"

There was no gushing blood, and no wounds.

The blade of the Yamato glowed.

The power of the law flowed along the blade, forcibly tearing Mammon's demonic soul from Angela's flesh and blood.

"roar!"

With a demonic howl, Mammon curled up into a ball and fell to the ground.

But then, it began to expand wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, absorbing the surrounding free energy.

"boom!"

A deafening clap of thunder echoed from the sky outside.

Suren looked at the demonic body and lowered his body slightly.

He gripped the Yamato Blade, and all his magical power surged into the blade like a flood.

"You dare?!"

Gabriel finally saw through Suren's intentions, and for the first time, a look of fury appeared on his usually calm face.

"No!"

He roared, and holy light surged from his entire body as he tried to stop Suren's actions.

But just as Gabriel made his move, Sode's body was struck by a sudden, immense force.

He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily through wall after wall.

In the corner, Old Man Midnight stared wide-eyed in horror, turning incredulously to look at the timid little girl beside him.

Just now, he clearly felt an unparalleled spiritual power erupt from Carrie's body.

Carrie's eyes were fixed on Gabriel in the ruins, and there was no longer a trace of cowardice in her expression.

She would not allow anyone to harm Suren!

No one can take away the safe haven she finally found!

Even if the other party is an angel, she will tear it to shreds!

"boom!"

The ruins exploded, and Gabriel soared into the sky from the rubble.

He was enveloped in dazzling holy light, his pure white wings fully unfurled, and with an inviolable divine might, he rushed toward Suren like a shooting star.

But Suren didn't even glance at him.

His entire attention was focused on the Yamato Blade in his hand.

As the blade was drawn, the surrounding space seemed to transform into a shattered mirror.

Countless crisscrossing purple flashes cut through every inch of space.

"Click".

A crisp sound rang out as the sword was sheathed.

【Dimensional Slash - Absolute】!

As the ultimate technique of the Yamato, it was naturally mastered by Suren the moment he grasped it.

As the blade was fully sheathed, the frozen space around it shattered instantly, like glass.

Countless crisscrossing purple lines, like a web of death, divided the space into several parts.

Mammon, who had just been frantically absorbing energy and trying to grow rapidly, was cut into pieces without even a chance to resist.

【Ding! 】

A series of system notifications popped up in Suren's mind instantly, and the magic power he had exhausted was instantly replenished.

However, he ignored it and calmly looked at Gabriel in front of him.

"Unforgivable!!!"

Gabriel, seeing Mammon cut into demonic fragments, was completely enraged.

His whole body burst forth with holy light, illuminating the originally dark room as if it were daytime.

Even the dark clouds in the sky outside were forcibly dispersed by this force.

Above the dome, a beam of holy light pierced through the clouds and fell straight down above the mental hospital.

Countless ordinary people in Los Santos, unaware of the truth, witnessed this scene and, believing it to be a divine miracle, excitedly knelt down to pray.

"puff!"

Even before Gabriel had truly made his move, the sheer divine power he unleashed swept across the entire area like a whirlwind.

Suren was the first to be hit, and was thrown into the air by the terrifying shockwave.

He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and together with Midnight Old Man and the others behind him, crashed heavily into another room.

"Cough cough————"

At midnight, the old man was pinned at the bottom, in so much pain that he couldn't utter a single word.

Constantine lay sprawled on the ground, his fate unknown.

Suren leaned on his sword and struggled to his feet.

Carrie and Angela were sent to Silent Hill as soon as he sensed Gabriel's rage.

He watched as the figure slowly approached through the dust in the distance.

"It hurt a little —"

Suren spat out the blood from her mouth, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

"But at least, we achieved our goals."

"Now it's up to you, my beloved Uncle Dante—"

He drew Yamato again.

"Please don't get lost!"

Los Santos, Red Tomb Avenue.

Heavy rain.

Patty waded through the puddles, clutching the pizza box to her chest, and hurried toward the DMC office with her head down.

Today is Friday.

She should have been comfortably lying on her princess bed in the apartment, hugging her favorite plush toy, listening to the rain while watching TV, and drifting off to sleep.

But for some reason, she tossed and turned in bed all day and just couldn't fall asleep.

-

Whenever I close my eyes, I always see the image of Suren and Carrie alone in the firm.

"There are only the two of them in the firm—Carrie's timid nature, what if she's forced by Suren—"

Patty felt increasingly agitated the more she thought about it.

She regretted it a little.

They should have arranged for Carrie to stay in their own apartment instead of having her work at the firm.

A strong sense of crisis drove her to come in the rain.

The streets were unusually deserted today; the homeless people who usually came to take shelter from the rain were nowhere to be seen.

What made her even more uneasy was that the sign lights in front of the firm were also turned off, leaving the entire building in complete darkness.

"Another power outage?"

Patty complained helplessly.

Just as she was about to approach the agency, "Zzz..."

Several unlicensed, all-black armored vehicles emerged from the corner, completely blocking Patty's path.

"Rumble—"

An armed helicopter hovered in the night sky, its high-powered searchlight piercing the rainy night like a sharp sword, imprisoning her petite body in its circle of light.

Patty was blinded by the bright light. She threw down the pizza box in her hand and ran back the way she came without hesitation.

"Don't move!"

Before she could run more than a few steps, a team of fully armed special forces members wearing tactical night vision goggles emerged from the darkness, blocking all escape routes.

Patty took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, pulled out his pistol from his pocket, held it level, and confronted the armed men.

The leader of the special task force, expressionless, pressed his earpiece: "Target confirmed. No other high-risk targets detected. Prepare for capture."

"Capture him alive," a male voice came through the earpiece.

The captain looked up and made a tactical gesture forward. Several team members, guns at the ready, approached Patty.

Patty's palms were sweating.

Her little pistol was no different from a toy in front of these fully armed special forces soldiers.

But before surrendering, she had to at least take a piece of his flesh!

"Bang!"

Despite Patty's desperate resistance, the power of this pocket pistol was too weak, and the enemy outnumbered him.

A heavy blow landed on the back of Patty's neck, and her vision went black as she nearly lost consciousness.

Just as several special forces members were about to drag her into the train car, time stopped.

The gale disappeared, the thunder ceased, and even the raindrops, which filled the sky, were eerily still in mid-air, as if the whole world had been put on pause.

Countless dark blue threads silently sliced ​​through the void, weaving into a net.

The bodies of these special task force members appeared visually displaced as they were cut by these threads.

In the deathly silence, the members of the task force remained in their gun-holding positions, their eyes filled with fear.

Their brains could still think, and their eyes could still move, but their bodies were completely frozen in place, out of control.

silence.

A deathly silence.

In this frozen space and time, a clear sound suddenly came from somewhere.

"Click".

That was the crisp sound of the blade being sheathed and the handguard colliding with the scabbard opening.

The next instant, time began to flow again.

The suspended rain fell again, and along with it fell a shower of blood.

"Pfft—"

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The dozen or so special forces members surrounding Patty didn't even understand what was happening before their bodies were instantly displaced.

Blood gushed from the clean cut, mixing with rainwater and bits of flesh, flowing down into the sewer.

"This—this is—"

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