People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 143 Agni and Rudra

Safety and Containment Center.

In the cold monitoring room, indicator lights on various screens flickered erratically.

Suddenly, a blood-red warning popped up on one of the screens.

"Sir! Texas Property #312 has been massacred."

"I'm staring at the data jumping around on the screen," a researcher said.

"Which family in Newt County uses chainsaws?"

Strucker stood in front of the control panel, his expression blank.

"Let me guess, is it that demon hunter named Suren, or that witch Bayonetta?"

"It's...it's Suren."

The researcher stammered.

His hands moved swiftly, bringing up the hidden camera feed.

In the scene, Suren killed the demon of asset #312 with just one slash, and the aftershocks even demolished most of the house.

Strucker stared calmly at the screen.

"Please compile a list of his recent itinerary, the people he has been in contact with, and predictions of his upcoming actions, and send it to us."

"As for him personally, we don't need to pay attention to him for now."

The researcher hesitated: "But what if the higher-ups come down to hold us accountable—"

"The last manager who liked to act on his own initiative was named Citterson, right?"

Strucker stared at the researcher and said coldly, "He's been thrown to feed the demons now. Or are you planning to add some food to the demons' diet too?"

night.

A van was driving on an empty highway, its dim headlights pushing through the darkness.

"Damn it, why are we traveling all night?"

A couple was grumbling incessantly in the car.

They were having a great time in that old house, and the atmosphere was about to reach its climax when Jerry and Sally suddenly rushed in with terrified expressions, dragging them towards the car without a second thought, shouting that they were about to leave.

No matter how much the couple pressed them for answers, Jerry and Sally seemed to have been traumatized and refused to say anything, only frantically urging them to leave quickly.

A moment later, the couple also seemed to complain that they were tired.

The two snuggled together in their seats and began to whisper to each other.

The carriage fell into a deathly silence, with only the roar of the engine and the noise of the wind outside the window.

Jerry gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

He would occasionally steal a glance at the white-haired young man in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Jerry's body would tremble if the other person moved even slightly.

He was afraid that if the other party became unhappy, they might stab him in the back, just like those cannibal brothers.

Sally crossed her arms and curled up in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window, lost in thought.

Franklin, sitting in a wheelchair in the back row, didn't dare to breathe loudly, trying his best to minimize his presence.

He was the one among this group who had the most contact with Suren, and he knew better than anyone how terrifying Suren was.

Thinking back to how this killer had patiently helped him get out of the car that afternoon, he felt it was a miracle that he had survived until now.

At this moment, Sally and the others could no longer treat Suren as an ordinary hitchhiker.

In their eyes, this man who called himself a private detective was a hundred times more terrifying than the butcher wielding a chainsaw.

Suren sat in the chair, calmly looking at the scenery outside the window, and sighed silently.

I wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but instead I was met with endless defensiveness and fear.

At that time, he took care of the leather-faced brothers who had rushed back.

Jerry and Sally's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

They found gasoline in the basement and, not daring to linger, set off that very night.

Fortunately, they seemed to be so afraid of him that they didn't dare to abandon him in the wilderness.

Suren closed her eyes and stopped paying attention to the matter.

He recalled the scene on the second floor where he used the Asura Blade to perform the [Dimensional Slash], and the effect was surprisingly good, and the destructive power was also satisfactory to him.

At least, most demons couldn't withstand his attack.

Even against a lord-level demon, it can pose a considerable threat.

Keep in mind that this is just a very ordinary dimensional slash.

If you further utilize your talent—[Breaking Limit Weapon]

By further compressing magic power to its extreme, the damage of the Dimensional Slash will increase exponentially.

If he were to face that yellow-clad demon again, he would be confident he could kill him on sight.

【Breaking Limit Weapon】, that's the name he gave to this talent.

Although using it will greatly accelerate the destruction of weapons and even completely destroy magical artifacts, in life-or-death situations, it is definitely a powerful weapon that can turn the tide.

After all, only the living have the right to talk about battle losses.

Just then, a system notification sounded in his mind.

【Ding! 】

[Legitimate and legal labor income detected: US$2,000,000]

[Side Quest: Sparta's Deep-Seated Debts - Progress Updated.]

Current progress: $12,500,000 / $100,000,000

[Debt has been automatically deducted by ten million. Reward: 10 one-time trial magic item draws.]

Suren's heart skipped a beat; it turned out that Angela had transferred the money from the sale of her house.

However, this time the system didn't pop up any options, allowing him to make a choice like last time.

It's unclear whether his bloodline no longer needs to be broken through, or whether his previous bloodline awakening level was insufficient to trigger this mechanism.

"System, give me a lottery draw!"

Suren silently recited this in his heart.

No roulette wheel appeared in my mind.

He paused only slightly before a series of system messages popped into his mind.

[Weapons acquired: Ebony and Ivory]

[Weapons acquired: Agni and Rudra]

[Weapon Acquired: Nirvana]

【————】

Here it says that Suren frowned, wondering what kind of luck this was.

Aside from the first few magical items which were somewhat decent, the rest of the draws were mostly regular firearms.

It wasn't just any revolver or sniper rifle; even Lady's multi-purpose rocket launcher was among them.

But these heavy weapons are rather useless to him now.

I'm not asking for the same Yamato as last time, but a Dante sword wouldn't be too much to ask, right?

But it seems he was overthinking it.

Suren shook his head and looked at the ebony and ivory in the system space.

He knew these two guns all too well; they were made by Nicole's grandmother, the mechanic, and later assembled and upgraded by Dante himself.

This is also his favorite weapon; the White Ivory has an extremely high rate of fire and can be used for suppressive fire.

Ebony wood possesses extremely high single-hit damage and long-range precision strike capabilities.

With its combination of speed and strength, Dante could deal with some demons almost without having to lift a finger.

And Agni and Rudra —

He never expected to draw this Wind and Fire Twin Blades.

Because the knife was too complicated, Dante, fed up with its fussiness, eventually sold it to Enzo.

But this does not mean that these two knives are weak.

The red-sword Agni controls flames, while the blue-sword Rudra controls hurricanes.

Fueled by the wind, the firestorm created by wielding dual swords is rarely matched by any weapon in terms of clearing large areas.

"I just hope these two will be quiet and not make too much noise when we use them."

"Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to forcefully inject high-pressure magic into their bodies."

As for Nirvana?

An electric guitar magic tool.

He couldn't even imagine himself suddenly pulling out an electric guitar and starting to play it in the middle of a fierce battle.

I can't even imagine myself wielding a guitar and fighting demons—

He didn't consider himself as flamboyant as Dante, capable of suddenly throwing a solo rock concert on the battlefield.

"It's best if this kind of magical artifact just stays in the space collecting dust."

'

"that----"

A faint sound interrupted his thoughts.

Inside the carriage, Jerry swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Mr. Su--Suren, where are we going next?"

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