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It had never encountered a human with such extraordinary power.

In fact, Nero's exclusive weapon, the Scarlet Queen, has even greater power, but when he faced the lizard demon that caused his arm to mutate, he relied too much on its power, causing the internal combustion engine to burn out. It is now being repaired, so for now he can only make do with this piece of junk that can only turn red.

Even if Nero only uses one hand, and that is his left hand, Nero still possesses violent power.

Nero's fighting style had no aesthetic appeal. He learned some basic sword skills from Credo, the Knight Commander of the Order. Later he found that it was faster to crush the enemy with his brute force than using those exquisite sword skills.

In less than a few breaths, all the demons fell to the ground. Nero used the holy sword of the cult in his hand to smash the monsters on the ground in a desperate manner.

Rather than using a sword, Nero hit the enemy with a stick. His exaggerated strength caused cracks to appear on the ground after Nero's rampage.

He once thought about honing his sword skills, but he found that the enemies he encountered were either too weak to practice with, or the difference in strength could not be made up by sword skills. To fight against demons, more strength was needed, such as throwing tiles.

Nero is now in a hurry to find Gillie and his uncle. When he encounters these demons, he will smash them with his sword.

Nero, who can control the Scarlet Queen with three red EXs, is simply overkilling his talent by using an ordinary weapon with only one red.

Perhaps these lower-level demons could not figure out where this human's strange power came from no matter how hard they tried.

After completely dealing with these demons, some red things floated out from the dead bodies of the demons and were absorbed into Nero's right arm.

If you look closely, you can see that these red things are actually tiny red stones with painful human faces carved on them.

After absorbing these red stones, Nero felt a sense of relief in his body and could feel that his strength had increased a lot.

"Here I go again... this feeling."

After this arm appears and after killing the demon, Nero's body will absorb these things, making him stronger.

In the previous mission, the lizard demon was unexpectedly powerful. Nero felt that he was almost going to die at the hands of that demon. In the end, he was barely able to kill it with the Scarlet Queen's three reds.

However, now he might be able to kill such a powerful demon easily.

Nero thought that this was the power of the devil and that it was very dangerous. He almost became addicted to the increase of power several times.

He was a little scared that he might become like those mad demonized people. Jillie's parents died at the hands of those demonized people. And judging from his current strength, if he really fell and became a demon, he would be much more terrifying than the demon he met before.

Even among the Demon Sword Knights, Nero's strength stands out from the crowd. He dared not think about who could control him after he turned into a monster. He was afraid that he would hurt Jillie and Credo.

"It's time to go... I hope they can bring the ability to control this curse." Nero has always believed that his arm is a curse.

"Is this the world of Devil May Cry?" In the alley after Nero left, a person who looked like a high school student appeared. The most striking thing about him was his long, towering alopecia.

He subconsciously looked behind him and saw a red-haired boy followed by a figure covered in a rag windbreaker.

Chapter 7 I am the approaching storm

Wearing an exquisite crown and a white robe, the blonde singer Gillian finished singing the hymn and looked expectantly at the audience seats below the stage.

As expected, Nero was seen panting, sitting in his seat with his arms and legs stretched out.

Ji Liye smiled faintly and then walked down from the stage.

"Two thousand years ago, the legendary swordsman Sparda betrayed his fellow demons..."

A kind-looking old man took over Kyrie's position and told the great achievements of Sparta.

Nero listened with great impatience, raising his arms and then crossing his legs.

The devout believers nearby dared not speak out against such a heretic like Nero. After all, it was not acceptable to be careless when praying.

The leader of the Knights Templar who was maintaining order nearby was a tall man with a goatee and a solemn expression.

It was Credo, Kyrie's brother, a noble and selfless man, of a serious and just character, and very loyal to the Order.

He noticed Nero's impatience, but in the end he didn't say anything. Credo had a good impression of Nero and valued Nero's fighting ability. He had planned to promote Nero, but he was troubled by Nero's frequent disobedience to orders and his disloyalty to the Order and arbitrary actions.

Jillie took off her crown and other decorations, walked from behind the scenes of the theater to Nero's side, and noticed an exquisite gift box next to Nero. The joy on her face was beyond words.

Noticing Jillie's expression, Nero turned his face away. He still had that unruly and arrogant expression on his face, but he was actually very shy inside.

Jillie did not expose Nero's thoughts at this time, and happily held the gift box in her arms.

The Pope on the stage finished telling the legendary story of Sparta, and then called on the believers to pray.

Seeing this scene, Nero took off his headphones, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Nero, what's wrong?" Jillie, who was praying nearby, couldn't help but ask. Jillie was still very devout in her belief in the cult. In Jillie's view, the reason why the people on this island were able to avoid the invasion of demons was because of the cult, and the reason why the demons no longer wreaked havoc on the world was also because of Sparta's credit.

"I am leaving," Nero replied.

"But the prayer is not over yet." Jillie said.

"This boring prayer is making me doze off. And I have friends coming over."

[Hinata Hajime: I have arrived at the world where you are, Nero. ]

【Emiya Shirou: Wang Hassan and I are here too. We have reunited and are about to go look for you.】

"Friends? Where do they come from?" Jillie felt very curious. She didn't know where Nero's friends came from, nor did she know when Nero made friends, but she was very happy that Nero could make friends.

"Yeah, from out of town."

Outside the world is considered a foreign place, and Nero has been wondering how his uncle will come.

He also didn't know in what special and unexpected way he would appear in front of him.

Just as he was about to leave the theater, he felt a faint light emanating from his bandaged right hand.

He had never known this thing had this function before, and he had a bad feeling.

"Clap."

There was a sound of glass breaking, and a red figure fell from the sky, carrying a strange sword on his back. He took out a gun from his back and pulled the trigger at the weak old man standing in the center of the stage.

The old pope fell down.

The man in red turned around. He had the same white hair as Nero, half of his face was covered with blood, and his cold eyes scanned the surroundings as if he was looking for his prey.

It was not until this time that everyone reacted.

"Your Majesty!" Credo shouted angrily and drew his sword.

This was like sending a signal, and the knights behind him drew their swords, walked onto the stage, and surrounded the man in red.

Ordinary believers around also left in fear. The crowded crowd pushed the gift box in Jillie's hand away, and one of them even stepped on it in a panic.

Jillie subconsciously tried to pick up the gift box on the ground, and this action woke Nero up.

Nero now felt that his mind was a mess. Why would someone appear like this and kill the Pope? Why was his hand glowing?

In short, in Nero's impression, this weak Pope should not be considered a bad person.

However, these problems are not important in the face of Jillie's safety, so he took Jillie and was about to leave.

The man in red on the stage was also very powerful. Several knights of the order surrounded the man in red, and he could kill one with one sword. The man was very cruel and didn't care about human life at all. He even inserted his sword into a person's body and used the person's corpse as a hammer to hit others.

But if you look closely, you will find that some of them were hit hard, and some were directly knocked out and unconscious.

The man in red would ignore some people who were knocked unconscious, but would stab others who were dizzy without mercy.

"My lord...how could this happen..." Credo checked the Pope's injuries, as if the Pope's death was so unbelievable.

The man in red on the stage had already killed the knights like chopping melons and vegetables, and walked towards Credo.

"Credo!" Jillie, who was about to leave in the crowd, ran back in a hurry.

At this moment, a knight who was knocked flying drew his sword and slashed at the man in red.

The man in red swung his sword and knocked the knight out again, knocking over Jillie who had rushed forward because she was worried about Credo.

The man in red looked at Jillie lying on the ground. There was no expression on his handsome face, and his calm eyes were deep and terrifying.

"Jilie." At this moment, Nero's brain froze. He didn't care about anything else and just rushed forward, jumped up suddenly, and kicked the man in red in the face.

The powerful strange force kicked the man in red onto the huge Spartan statue on the platform. At the same time, he took out a beautiful revolver and fired a shot at the man in red in the sky. Two bullets were fired at the same time.

The man in red managed the feat of splitting the bullet with ease, landing gracefully on the head of the Spartan statue.

Nero jumped high, and when the man in red drew out the sword, he kicked the hilt of the sword, nailing the sword to the statue.

The two men rolled over and landed on the hands of the Spartan statue. The man in red took out a pair of black and white pistols, and Nero took out his own blue revolver, and they confronted each other with guns raised.

A bleak atmosphere spread from the two of them, and a faint singing voice floated from somewhere.

“I am the storm that is approaching…”

Chapter 8: Getting Strong

"What's the noise?"

The sudden music attracted the attention of the two people and dispelled the solemn atmosphere among them.

Looking back, Nero was no longer so angry. If he were his usual self, he might have just started to act in a fit of anger.

But now he still carefully examined his opponents. In the cult, his strength was among the best, but he couldn't kill those people as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

However, when he looked carefully, he noticed something strange.

The other person had white hair, which was very rare in his impression. At least he was the only one with such hair on this island.

"Nero!" Jillie, who was below, did not notice that something was wrong with Nero and shouted worriedly.

"Jilia, take Credo away from here first. He and I have some things to deal with." Nero shouted. He had a hypothesis that needed to be proved, but that hypothesis could not be proved when Gilia and the others were here.

"I'll find someone to help, you hold him back first." Credo stopped the worried Jillie and left first. Credo was very confident about Nero's strength.

He took a closer look at the man in red in front of him, who had the same blue eyes and a similar appearance as him.

When there was no one left in the theater, Nero put down his gun.

When thinking back to what was said about his uncle coming in a special way, the identity of the person in front of him became clear.

What could be more special than descending from the sky and killing the leader of a cult?

It’s not that he felt the other party was not a threat, after all, the other party killed the Pope, but he thought that perhaps they could talk first.

——If possible, he didn't want to do this.

He longed for family affection and also wanted to know about his father.

The man in red saw Nero put down his gun and looked at him strangely. Then he said something that he himself found inexplicable, "I think you are different from them..."

"Uncle?" Nero tried to call him that.

When Nero tried to call out, he felt that his tone was awkward, stiff and unnatural.

Hearing this name, the man in red suddenly felt his heart contract. Then he looked at Nero in front of him and, somewhat unconfidently, let go and felt it a little more. Finally, his dull face made him seem as if he had seen something horrible.

Then he suddenly laughed, "Hahahaha, it seems that guy is a little younger now."

He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes. He was completely different from the cold-blooded look he had when he killed the Pope.

"Want to have a fight?" asked the man in red.

"Compared to that, I want to know why you killed the Pope." Nero said coldly. The man in front of him did not seem to be completely impossible to communicate with, but he did not dare to completely let down his guard. He did not know whether the man in front of him was good or bad.

"It seems that you are still different from your father." The man in red reminisced for a while and said sadly, "Child, go down and take a look at the body."

Nero landed on the ground half-believingly and uncovered the body of the last knight who had acted too late and had no chance to be carried away.

The result was beyond his expectation. The face under the armor was no longer a human face, but a hideous demon face as if covered with burning magma. In Nero's cognition, this was a person who had been infected by the devil's power and turned into a demon. Why would the person who usually asked him to deal with end up infiltrating the Knights Templar?

"Why are there demonized people here?"

"It's very strange, right? Do you want to know the truth behind all this?" The man in red was relieved. He didn't want to kill his relatives for the sake of justice after finally meeting them.

"No, compared to that, I want to know who you are and who my father is."

"2000 years ago, the legendary magic swordsman Sparda..."

"Wait, I don't need you to tell me this story about rubbing my ear calluses again."

"The point is the latter part. This legendary magic swordsman Sparda... fell in love with a human woman."

Nero's pupils shrank sharply as he realized that he seemed to be receiving some incredible knowledge.

"He left two children."