People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Deep underground in the mountains, in the office.

Sitson stared at the photos of the ruins on his phone screen, his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

"This whole family are hopelessly insane..."

The landline phone on his desk suddenly rang, and he picked up the receiver.

A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Have the special task force we sent out withdraw first."

Sitson's expression changed slightly, and he quickly said, "Mr. Armitage, but that Suren has already damaged many of our containment assets..."

"I will send someone to contact him and see what he really wants."

The man on the other end of the phone rudely interrupted him.

"that's all."

"beep--"

When the dial tone came through, Sitson's face turned ashen, and he slammed the receiver back onto the landline.

The Armitage family are a bunch of cowards!

Relying on good fortune, they mastered the technology of brain transplantation and secretly replaced the bodies and extended the lifespans of politicians and high-ranking officials in exchange for a large amount of political asylum and resources.

They stay behind the scenes, so of course they can sit back and relax.

But now, this demon hunter named Suren has set his sights on them.

An unknown demon hunter was not enough to make him feel afraid.

But what if his uncle finds out about this?

Given that person's unscrupulous behavior, the entire containment center would probably be uprooted.

All the effort he put into his research will eventually become someone else's political achievement.

They either die at the hands of demon hunters or are pushed out as scapegoats to take the blame.

"You think you can just sit here and wait to die? Dream on."

Since the conventional armed squad couldn't deal with him, the only option was to use the special assets of the containment vault.

A flash of resentment crossed Sitson's eyes as he pushed open the office door, left, and took the elevator to the deepest part of the underground building.

Biochemical cultivation area.

In the cold laboratory, a row of researchers were busy recording data.

In front of them stood several huge culture tanks filled with formalin.

Each jar contained a stitched-up monster.

One of them was his masterpiece, which he designed meticulously.

The monster's head and most of its chest were replaced by an engine, with three sharp alloy blades mounted in front of it.

This is a biological weapon jointly created by the Central Engineering Department and the Department of Mysticism.

They used witchcraft to stitch together the remains of high-ranking demons with modern industrial technology.

Ultimately, this created a Frankenstein's monster that felt no pain and knew only how to kill.

These experimental subjects were originally intended to deal with incidents of experimental subjects going berserk within the base, or imprisoned demons escaping.

But now, Sitson has decided to activate them ahead of schedule to deal with Suren.

……

Los Santos.

Suren has returned to the firm.

He lay on the sofa, watching a live broadcast of the meteorite crater on the television.

"...According to experts from relevant departments, the unusual phenomenon that occurred in the suburbs this afternoon was actually a rare localized thunderstorm that accidentally ignited an underground gas pipeline, leading to a series of explosions..."

"As for the meteorite fall claimed by some citizens, the weather bureau has debunked it; it was merely a mirage caused by the refraction of light..."

On the screen, the live reporter solemnly described the deep pit, but made no mention of the exorcisms performed by Constantine and the Hudson family.

Seeing that the authorities were covering it up with an excuse, Suren felt relieved.

He brought up the system panel and found the magical item he had been eyeing for a long time in the shop—[Alastor].

"exchange."

After exchanging the money, Suren suddenly realized something and clutched her chest.

"Probably not?"

A dazzling blue arc of electricity suddenly exploded in mid-air.

A greatsword crackling with blue electricity appeared.

The greatsword's handguard is carved with a winged demon, and the sharp blade, crackling with arcs of electricity, looks like lightning spewed from its mouth.

As soon as Lei Jian appeared, he sensed the Spartan bloodline within Suren.

It turned its sword in mid-air, transforming into a bolt of lightning, and stabbed straight towards Suren's chest.

"really."

Suren was prepared; the magic within her body coalesced into a giant purple hand in front of her, attempting to seize this rebellious weapon.

But it was completely useless.

"Pfft!"

Lightning pierced through the ghost hand, the sharp blade plunged into his chest, sending Suren flying backward and pinning him to the wall of the agency.

"The course of history seems to be repeating itself."

Suren looked helpless. He had clearly guessed that he was going to get hit, but there was no way to avoid it.

However, after absorbing Suren's blood, the Thunder Sword Alastor made no further moves.

"Bang!"

The office door was kicked open.

Nicole burst in excitedly, carrying two oddly shaped weapons: "Surren, your weapons are finished!"

She paused as soon as she entered the room and saw Suren pinned to the wall by a greatsword.

"Is this some kind of trendy game that's popular among you young people these days?"

Suren chuckled awkwardly.

He gripped the hilt of the sword and, gritting his teeth, pulled Alastor out of his chest inch by inch.

As the blade left his body, the penetrating wound in his chest healed completely in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that he was unharmed, Ni raised the weapon in her hand and began to explain.

"These are double blades that were reforged and polished using the Black Forest Spirit Deer antlers you provided, along with some materials I have treasured myself."

"Why don't you try it?"

The double-edged blade was jet black with a red blood groove. Suren reached out and took it, deftly twirling the blade. It felt light in her hand.

Judging from the curved design of the grip, this weapon is more suitable for a reverse grip.

Compared to the wide-ranging and powerful [Alastor], this dual blade is clearly more suitable for close-quarters combat.

However, apart from its special material and excellent feel, Suren did not find anything else particularly special about this weapon.

Nicole seemed to have guessed what Suren was thinking, and she leaned forward and said, "Don't worry, the best is yet to come."

"Try infusing them with magic and piecing the blade ends back together!"

Upon hearing this, Suren infused a wisp of magic into the twin blades.

He brought the ends of the two sword hilts together, and purple magic connected them, causing the two swords to automatically merge.

The blade, enhanced by magic, flipped and unfolded outwards.

The two short blades originally used for close combat have been transformed into a uniquely shaped horn bow.

Purple magic extends from both sides of the bow head, connecting in the middle to form the bowstring.

Suren gripped the bow with his left hand and pinched the magic bowstring with his right, then pulled it back.

As the magical power within his body was continuously poured in, a purple arrow formed from condensed magical power appeared on the bow.

Loosen your grip on the bowstring.

"call out--"

"boom!"

Even with Suren's dynamic vision, he could only catch a glimpse of a purple streak.

When we met again, the firm's doors were in ruins.

Suren was very satisfied with the exaggerated destructive power.

What he lacks most at this stage is precision strikes at medium and long ranges, and this weapon perfectly fills that gap.

Most importantly, the ability to condense arrows with magic means he will never have to worry about insufficient firepower.

Moreover, he could sense that as long as he continued to increase the flow of magic, the power of the arrow would increase dramatically.

Suren released the magic he was channeling into the weapon, and the hornbow made a soft sound as it disintegrated back into two separate blades.

"Great weapon, I really like it. How much for the processing fee?"

Suren put away his twin blades with satisfaction and took out his phone to pay.

However, when he saw his mobile banking balance, he looked somewhat embarrassed.

"What's wrong?!"

From the moment Suren took the weapon, Nicole had been observing Suren's reaction.

As a genius mechanic who strives for perfection, her biggest fear is that her clients will not be satisfied with her work.

Seeing Suren's sudden change in expression, she immediately became anxious. "Is it the feel of the bowstring being drawn wrong? Or is there a problem with the magic transmission?"

"Neither."

Suren sighed and silently showed Nicole the bank balance screen on her phone.

The money-burning ability of the "Hat of Faust" far exceeded his imagination. The tens of millions of US dollars he had painstakingly earned were wiped out by a meteorite.

Forget about paying for weapon manufacturing, he can't even afford the firm's electricity bill for next month.

Looking at her phone screen, Nicole waved her hand dismissively: "I thought it was something serious. If you don't have the money, just owe me. You can pay me back with interest when you get a big job and make a fortune."

"Anyway, I've had enough fun on this trip to Los Santos."

Nicole pushed her goggles up to her forehead. "Now that the weapon's working well, I'm ready to head to my next destination for inspiration!"

Suren nodded: "Be careful. Have a safe journey."

"See you later."

Nicole turned and walked towards the door. When she reached the doorway, she pointed to the mess on the floor and said, "Remember to have someone reinstall the front door."

Suren looked at the gate, which he had blasted to smithereens with his arrow, and rubbed his temples.

After seeing Nicole off, his consciousness sank into the other world.

In a misty forest town, Aresa stands guard beside Valak's body.

The body was much smaller than it had been at the beginning.

It seems that the transformation into a magical artifact is nearing its end.

Suren walked over to Alessa, looked at her focused expression, and asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

Aresa stared intently at the corpse, swallowing hard. "I want to eat..."

Suren: "..."