People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 104 Dante

Amidst the swirling ashes and smoke, a figure swayed as it entered.

The man's collar was open, revealing his muscular chest and amulet.

His silver hair swayed slightly in the wind, and he carried the greatsword casually on his shoulder.

In his left hand, he was holding a strawberry sundae that was steaming cold.

The man stopped and glanced at Suren in front of Satan, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

But he maintained that smile: "Hey kid, can you still breathe?"

Hearing that familiar voice, Suren finally relaxed.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam: "If you—cough cough—had arrived three minutes earlier, I might have been able to perform a somersault for you."

"But now, can we just shut up and start fighting?"

"Sigh, young people these days have absolutely no patience."

Dante sighed and rubbed his forehead, swallowing the entire sundae in one gulp. He mumbled indistinctly, "I just bought a sundae on the way and ate some pizza. You know, nobody in Hell knows how to make that."

He looked at Satan, his smile turning into sarcasm: "Right? Old Lu. It's been years, and your fashion sense is still as bad as ever."

"This white suit makes you look like a male escort from Japan, except you're a bit ugly."

Satan's face was ashen, and the temperature around him rose again: "Dante, do you want to get involved in this?"

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"He killed my son, and today he must pay with his soul!"

"So what?"

Dante's smile gradually faded.

With a single wave of his hand, he planted the Rebellion Greatsword into the ground.

"I think he did hell a favor by killing your stupid son."

"Moreover, you came to earth to seek justice for your son. Now that you have hit my child, I should also seek justice for him."

"snort!"

Satan, enraged, laughed and pressed his hand down sharply.

"roar!"

The lava that was flowing on the ground erupted instantly, transforming into dozens of roaring fire dragons that rushed towards Dante.

Wow, that's really enthusiastic.

Without moving, Dante conjured two black and white pistols in his hands as if by magic.

"Bang bang bang!"

Without even looking, he fired several shots with his pistol, and the bullets accurately hit the fire dragon.

Flames exploded in mid-air.

The next second, a red lightning bolt tore through the flames, instantly traversing hundreds of meters, carrying the force of thunder, and struck down directly at Satan.

Satan neither dodged nor avoided, but instead formed a claw with one hand and took the blade head-on.

"Bang!"

A blast of air erupted.

The two figures vanished from their original positions in an instant, transforming into two colliding afterimages, one red and one white, in mid-air.

Even in this intense close-quarters combat, Dante continued to spout nonsensical trash talk.

"Old Lu, have you been in hell for too long?"

"Your fist is so soft. Who on earth has taken a liking to you? Did you raise your stupid son yourself? No wonder he's so dumb."

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"Shut your stinking mouth!"

Satan's temples throbbed from these rubbish words.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce battle, and the entire hospital was on the verge of collapse from the aftershocks, a dark blue sword aura descended from the sky, separating the two.

Suren forced his eyelids open and looked up.

Virgil stood on high ground, the Yamato in his hand slightly unsheathed, his short silver hair remaining perfectly in place despite the rain.

He looked down at the scene below, his expression indifferent.

"Dante, you're too slow."

Suren was slightly startled; he hadn't expected Virgil to come as well.

It seems that Dante had been with him all along.

"Hey bro, what brings you along?"

While fighting Satan, Dante turned around and joked, "Want to lend a hand? This guy's much tougher than I thought."

"Hmph! Don't waste your time."

Virgil said calmly.

He seemed bored with this pointless entanglement, and with a slight flick of his fingers, the Yamato Blade was fully sheathed.

"Okay, okay, you really need to change your personality, or you'll have a hard time finding a girlfriend."

Dante shrugged helplessly, gripping the Rebellion sword with both hands, unleashing a torrent of magical power.

In an instant, the earth shook violently, the hard concrete ground cracked instantly, and several office buildings standing in the rainy night tilted slightly, their windows shattering.

"Cough cough—I've been in hell for too long, I forgot to hold back."

Dante scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

The ground beneath his feet had completely collapsed, forming a huge crater.

Dante gripped the sword of rebellion and plunged it fiercely into his abdomen.

Blood was being devoured by [Rebellion] in a frenzy.

On the sword, the skull eyes glowed red as blood flowed in.

A magical mist enveloped Dante.

When his figure reappeared, his entire body was covered in red biological armor.

Demon form!

Dante, transformed into the Demon, experiences a qualitative leap in speed and power.

With each step he took, his feet sank several inches.

Satan's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could react, his body turned into a blurry afterimage and flew backward.

It's like a pet that's been hit and thrown by a speeding truck.

Its body crashed through row after row of skyscrapers, leaving a trail across half the city in the night sky.

Finally, it landed in the mountains on the outskirts of the city.

"Keep an eye on this kid for me."

Dante, in his demon form, uttered a single sentence before transforming into a ball of red light and vanishing from the spot in an instant.

As Dante left, silence returned, leaving only the sound of raindrops.

Suren leaned against a pile of rubble, panting heavily.

Thanks to the powerful regenerative abilities of the Spartan bloodline, most of his wounds had already healed.

But a deep-seated weariness enveloped him completely.

Recalling the oppressive aura that Dante had unintentionally revealed just now, even a trace of it made the surrounding environment seem as if it had been struck by a natural disaster.

Suren looked down at her still slightly trembling hands, a longing burning in her eyes.

"Is this... the true power of Sparta?"

As her tense nerves relaxed, Suren's eyelids grew heavy, her vision gradually blurred, and finally, she fell into a deep sleep in the dim light.

Virgil floated down slowly from the height.

He looked at Suren, who was in a deep coma, and felt the power of his bloodline within him.

"Too weak, but this tenacity—it's exactly the same as that guy's when he was young."

With a backhand wave, a transparent sphere of light enveloped Suren, shielding him from the aftershocks of the distant explosion.

Virgil looked up in the direction where Dante had disappeared, and in the distant mountains, dark red flames erupted one after another.

"Satan is nothing but a piece of trash from the old era."

Virgil snorted coldly, raised one hand, and used magic to lift Suren, carrying him slowly away from the ruins of the hospital.

In the distance, sirens blared as a large number of fully armed soldiers and ambulances rushed in.