People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 195 Great Fortune!

Suren didn't speak, but raised his hand and slashed out with a blade of light.

The blade sliced ​​through the numerous corpses blocking his path, finally disintegrating into nothingness a little over half a meter from the hospital bed.

"Ugh."

In the empty basement, Dean's voice carried a hint of regret.

"Since you're unwilling to cooperate, killing you won't make a difference."

"Once I drain all the blood from your body, I can also figure out a weakness that Dante has, although it will be a little more troublesome—"

The moment he finished speaking, the metal hospital bed that had been lying flat beneath him suddenly stood upright.

The rows of indicator lights on the surrounding instruments instantly turned from green to red, and a chorus of "beep beep beep" alarms blared.

The countless IV tubes inserted into the bed are like blood vessels, with tiny balls being delivered from the equipment to the bed, making a "gurgling" sound.

Seeing this bizarre scene before him, Suren didn't waste any words. His longsword erupted with purple magic as he charged towards the sickbed.

Just as he was about to get close, a huge black shadow suddenly tore through the air in the void in front of him, and a huge wind pressure crashed towards him!

The shadowy figure was incredibly fast, and Suren had no time to react. He could only instinctively raise his longsword to block in front of his chest.

"Bang!"

Suren's arms jerked violently, and he was sent flying backward.

In mid-air, he spun around and slammed his foot heavily against the wall behind him before coming to a stop.

"What is it?"

The power of this attack far exceeded that of an ordinary demon.

Suren rotated his slightly numb wrist. The thing was moving so fast that he hadn't even seen what it was in the rush.

At this moment, the hospital bed, having absorbed all its energy, slowly floated into the air, and the blurry figure on the bed became clear.

It was a man wearing a striped hospital gown.

The man's body was so thin that he was completely emaciated, just skin and bones.

Countless IV tubes of varying thicknesses pierced his limbs and body, binding him tightly to the metal bed. A thick...

The breathing tube was inserted directly into the mouth.

The top of the man's head was transparent; his brain had disappeared, and only a flame was burning quietly inside.

Behind the hospital bed, there was a ring of broken glass of different shapes, slowly rotating.

On each lens, countless figures are imprisoned, wailing in agony.

"Are you admitting you're brainless?"

Suren looked at him and smirked, "Is this the latest model of a revolving lantern?"

The person in the hospital bed seemed to be enraged by his words, and a tube connected to the bed was suddenly swung at him.

At the end of the tube was a heavy defibrillator.

Suren swung his sword to meet the attack.

But the magic-infused blade only managed to cut halfway through the instrument before being blocked by an unknown force.

Seeing this, Suren quickly drew his sword and rolled to the side to dodge.

"boom!"

The defibrillator hit the spot where it had been, instantly creating a crater several meters deep.

As soon as Suren landed, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the air.

Accompanied by immense wind pressure, the dark figure from before burst forth from the void once more, brushing past the hem of his clothes.

This time, with precautions in place, Suren was naturally no longer ambushed. Moreover, he finally saw the true face of the shadowy figure: a Yunche truck with its front splattered with blood!

This thing is not a physical entity, but rather a kind of concrete representation.

Suren's eyelids twitched, and she instantly realized something, looking at the hospital bed floating in mid-air.

"You're the old clan chief who was in the car accident back then?!"

"Oh? I didn't expect that in this day and age, anyone would still remember me."

The hospital bed swayed slightly in mid-air, and the old patriarch's voice rang out, "Was it those useless bastards from the Extraordinary Abilities Department who told you?"

Upon hearing this, Suren did not refute it, but simply glanced down at the camera on her chest.

The old patriarch sneered, "It's just a pity that His Highness forbade us from offending that weapons merchant who runs a bar."

"Otherwise, a mere few humans, along with their troublesome companions from the past, should have long ago become one of my own."

Yes.

"Who is His Highness?"

Suren stared at him and asked.

The old patriarch fell silent, only the fire in his mind flickering slightly, as if he were considering whether or not to tell him.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a Dayun truck crashed out from the side without warning.

Suren was already on guard; he lightly stepped forward to avoid the attack.

"Heh, they're quite vigilant."

The old clan chief's voice rang out again, full of mockery.

Suren gripped the blade tightly; the other party had no intention of answering at all.

"In that case, let's fight until you tell us."

His eyes blazed with purple light, and the magic within his body was instantly ignited.

Dark purple bio-armor grew from under the skin, covering the entire body.

With a flash, he shot towards the hospital bed in mid-air like a cannonball.

On the other end of the communication line, the atmosphere in Charlie's room was extremely tense.

Chief Arthur stood behind Charlie's wheelchair, his hands clenched tightly as he listened to the mocking voices coming from the speakers.

The other party not only regarded them as useless, but also mentioned their colleagues.

Arthur initially thought they were just moving to a different place to continue working.

But now it seems they have already met with misfortune.

"Ugh."

Arthur took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and turned to look behind him: "Liz, control your emotions."

"These are just empty words they're spouting to distract Suren—"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Charlie's bed was empty.

Liz, who should have been lying in bed playing on her phone, has disappeared, and her phone has been burned to a shell.

"Where is Liz?"

Arthur looked at Anjou beside him, his expression changing.

Charlie and Anjou then realized what was happening.

All their attention was focused on Suren's battle, and they didn't notice when Liz, who was sitting behind them, had left.

"Charlie, find a chance to tell Suren about this."

Arthur's expression changed slightly, hoping that Liz wouldn't do anything foolish and implicate Suren.

"Bang!"

Suren swung the Asura Blade, slashing at a ventilator that was crashing towards him. Sparks flew, and the device was only chipped in the air before the old patriarch manipulated it back into the air, and the device quickly returned to its original state.

His figure disappeared into the distance.

Without activating the [Breakthrough Weapon] skill, the katana can only...

It caused some minor injuries.

"We can no longer fight head-on; we must find their weaknesses."

He looked down at the dense network of IV tubing connected to the hospital bed.

Then cut off these IV tubing.

Suren flashed, transforming into a purple streak of light, dodging the defibrillator being swung at him, and directly slashing at the pipes.

"court death."

The old clan chief snorted coldly.

The ring of human face fragments surrounding its head suddenly began to spin faster.

"Ah, those pained faces all blinked, opened their mouths, and let out a soul-piercing scream."

Even though Suren's mind had been strengthened, the piercing scream that struck his very soul still caused a sharp pain in his brain and a brief slowing of his movements.

At that very moment

"boom!"

Da Yun suddenly appeared behind him again and slammed into his back.

Suren's figure flew out instantly, smashing through many walls, and finally got stuck in one of them.