People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 129 Prosthetic Hand

Suren landed, his heels dragging two deep furrows in the mud.

"You can't hurt me right now."

The old man in yellow floated in mid-air, his cloudy eyes filled with mockery. "With your current strength, you think you can ruin your master's plans?"

"What's the point of all this trouble and all this work?"

Suren stood up and asked casually.

"What's the point?"

The old man let out a cold laugh. "The greatest tragedy of mankind is that it always believes that the universe works logically."

""

Seeing that it had no intention of explaining, Suren shrugged.

With a burst of strength underfoot, the ground crumbled.

He leaped up from the ground again and slashed at the old man.

The old man in yellow did not dodge, but reached out his hand, trying to use the same trick again, to grab Suren's weapon.

However, just as Suren's attack was about to strike, his downward slash suddenly changed, dodging the old man's palm and precisely stabbing towards his chest.

A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes; he hadn't expected his opponent to be able to adapt his swordplay so flexibly.

"Swish swish swish one"

Suren's arm muscles tensed, and his greatsword instantly transformed into countless afterimages.

[A million-person dash!]

The rapid, blinding stabs rained down on the old man like a storm.

The lightning sword tore through its clothes, but surprisingly, even with such a dense barrage of attacks, it only left the opponent with fine wounds.

But as the opponent sustained more and more wounds, a black aura began to emanate from these wounds.

It also has a hint of the devil.

"Damn crawler!"

The old man's body trembled, and a powerful shockwave erupted from within him, knocking Suren back.

"demon?!"

Suren's eyes narrowed.

Before being injured, the other party looked like an ordinary human being, without any trace of demonic aura.

Now that he's injured, this demonic aura that had been deliberately suppressed is finally seeping out through his wounds.

This instantly reminded him of the demon hidden inside the murderer Miles.

It was also sealed inside the human body in this way to evade the detection of Heaven.

However, the demonic power within the old man in yellow was not pure; it seemed to have been corrupted by something.

The escaping black mist also carried an unsettling, nauseating feeling.

Suren flipped over in mid-air, her toes barely touching the air.

【Demon - Double Jump】

He used the momentum to charge at the demon once again.

The magic that was originally integrated into every corner of the body began to circulate within the body in an efficient sequence, and then erupted in the arms, guided by the [Sword Saint Style].

Suren's sword-wielding speed broke through his previous limits at this moment.

He unleashed a continuous stream of sword energy in mid-air, like a spider web, completely enveloping the demon.

"boom!"

The yellow-clad demon had no time to dodge and could only withstand the barrage of sword energy.

The sword light exploded on his body, and his clothes were torn to shreds.

Under this impact, it was blasted into the air and crashed into the ruins of the square.

Smoke and dust filled the ruins.

A powerful aura erupted, instantly dispersing the smoke and dust.

The yellow-clad demon no longer maintained its human body, revealing its true demonic form.

Its body swelled to nearly three meters, its entire body covered in a layer of rock-like armor, and it had a pair of curved ram horns on its head.

But strangely, some parts of its body did not have a physical form, but were instead replaced by swirling wisps of black mist.

Suren landed and looked at the demon that had revealed its true form.

"Is this what you look like? You look like a pathetic stitched-together doll."

"snort!"

The demon was not angered. With heavy steps, it charged towards Suren like a small fortress.

The arm, formed from black energy, transformed into a giant scythe in mid-air and slashed down at Suren.

Suren raised his sword to parry and leaped backward.

The moment he landed, he charged forward again.

The thunder sword in his hand struck the demon's chest hard, sending sparks flying.

The demon withstood the sword strike head-on, then swung his other thick arm in a sweeping motion.

Suren ducked to avoid it and thrust his sword back again, but he still couldn't pierce through that outer shell.

A strong gust of wind blew behind him, forcing him to leap up and distance himself from the demon once more.

Suren shook her wrist, which was still a little numb from the shock.

"It's really hard, just like a tortoise shell."

This demon posed no real threat to him, it was just too tough.

It seemed like all its attribute points were focused on defense; with brute force alone, Suren couldn't even scratch it. "Suren! Catch this!"

At that moment, Nicole, who had disappeared after pressing the remote control, suddenly reappeared.

She grabbed a mechanical-looking metal object and threw it forcefully.

This is a mechanical prosthetic arm, and it is dark silver in color.

"Put this on, it's a magic amplifier that can forcibly boost your magic output to a whole new level!"

Nicole explained loudly from a short distance away, and without any hesitation, Suren placed the mechanical prosthetic hand on his right arm.

"laugh"

Accompanied by a hissing sound.

The internal latches of the prosthetic arm automatically popped open, completely encasing Suren's right arm.

He channeled all the remaining magic power in his body into his prosthetic hand and grasped [Alastor] once more.

"Buzz buzz buzz one"

The blue rings on the mechanical prosthetic arm lit up one after another, with magic flowing within them.

The magic is greatly enhanced with each flow through the blue ring, eventually converging in the palm of the hand.

"Not enough, this is definitely not enough to cut it in half."

Having fought demons before, Suren knew perfectly well how hard their shells were; ordinary slashes simply couldn't break through their defenses.

"it's useless----"

The demon sneered, "You're just wasting your energy."

"My master sent me here to guard this altar. For this, he bestowed upon me unparalleled defense!"

"Now, all I need to do is hold you back. The moment my master arrives will be the end for all of you!"

Suren frowned slightly.

The strength of this watchdog alone is already close to that of a lord-level demon.

The master it speaks of must at least be a being of the level of a hellish monarch.

He looked down at the mechanical prosthetic hand on his right arm, where the magic power had been fully charged.

The internal parts trembled slightly under the impact of the magic, as if they were about to overload and disintegrate at any moment.

If the battle isn't resolved soon, things will get complicated when the Lord of Hell descends.

Suren looked up at the demon again.

"Really? Generally speaking, those who think they have a tough shell are the ones who suffer the most."

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying magical power suddenly erupted from the mechanical hand.

Suren took a deep breath and, relying on his unique talent, forcibly controlled this immense magical power in his hand, repeatedly compressing it.

Only when this magic was compressed to a critical point did Suren pour it into the Thunder Sword.

【Alastor】 let out a mournful cry, its blade engulfed by a dense purple light.

Suren gripped the thunder sword tightly with both hands, which was trembling wildly due to the immense amount of magic it had absorbed.

The ground beneath his feet exploded with a deafening roar, and his figure transformed into a streak of purple lightning, charging towards the demon!