American comic world demon hunter

When Dante was about to punch the skeleton again, the skeleton in front of him suddenly roared fiercely.

“Stay there”

Dante interrupted him with a punch.

"Stop"

Another punch

Until the flames faded from the skeleton, the skeleton in front of him gradually turned into an old man with white hair and white beard. Looking at that old face, Dante's fist finally stopped.

The old man lay on the ground and gave Dante an ugly dry smile.

"I wanted to surrender a long time ago, but your fists were too fast."

"Oh"

Dante replied casually, and smashed the old man's head with a punch. Blood and brains spilled on Dante's hands. Dante sighed disdainfully, and he fell sideways and lay on the ground.

Next to him, the flaming war horse was still pacing. The war horse's hoofs left hoof prints full of sulfur smell on the ground. Dante looked up at it.

"I beat your master's head into ketchup, come and bite me."

As soon as Dante finished speaking, the war horse sprayed flames into Dante's face. Dante glanced at the war horse through the flames indifferently.

"It's not just now. Your flames can't hurt me, idiot. Maybe you can be my mount."

"Young man, before you talk about your loot, it's best to make sure your enemy is dead first."

An old voice sounded next to Dante. Dante turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

"Old guy, you're still fucking alive"

"Indeed, I lived a little too long."

The old man stretched out his hand to straighten his head, and traces of flames ignited between his tattered flesh and blood. The flames were like needles and threads, combining the minced meat and brains bit by bit.

The old man moved his ragged jaw slightly and continued to speak with difficulty.

"I haven't seen a young man as ruthless as you in a long time."

"Shut your mouth, old devil"

Dante roared impatiently. He picked up Treason and threw it on the old man. The old man snorted first, and then he pulled Treason aside.

"Can't you see that I am a respectable old man?"

"I only know that not every old ghost can lift my sword."

"your sword"

The old man glanced at Tie Tie next to him in confusion. He casually held Tie Tie's sword hilt, took the sword in his hand and waved it twice.

"This sword is almost weightless. I'm not old enough to even lift it in the air. I'm still wondering what special requirements are needed to pick up this sword."

Hearing the old man's words, Dante turned his head and curled his lips at him.

"Anyone who is truly not afraid of death can lift this sword. This kind of not being afraid of death is not bravery, but being ready to die at any time, not being attached to the beauty of the world, not afraid of the pain and loneliness of death, not being afraid of the pain and loneliness of death. Yearn for heaven, don’t shy away from hell, don’t retreat, don’t surrender.”

Having said this, Dante stretched out his leg and kicked the old man.

"You just fucking surrendered. Why did you mention rebellion? Are you still dissatisfied?"

"Ha ha"

The old man laughed, and he pushed Rebellion back to Dante, who also sat next to Dante.

"I didn't surrender, I just admitted that I lost."

The old man smiled helplessly. He reached out and touched the old horse beside him. The flames on the old horse dissipated, revealing an old and thin body.

"I used to be like you, full of passion and pursuit of danger to fight in the world, but as I get older, I see the countless mistakes I have made, and I feel that my bones are gradually decaying, and my flame is fading. , my soul is withering.”

He said something difficult while stroking the old horse's hooves.

"So, I am not like I can win forever like when I was young. Although I lost the battle with you just now, I tried my best."

"fart"

Dante cursed.

"As long as you're alive, you haven't lost. Damn, I killed you almost hundreds of times last night. How the hell can you still survive?"

"Ha ha"

The old man laughed so hard that his beard trembled as he laughed. He slapped the dusty ground wantonly, smiling wildly.

"My soul is already in hell, how can I die?"

He shouted self-deprecatingly, then he reached out to Dante's head, took off the hat Dante was wearing, and put it on his own head.

"Young man, I heard you mention the Witch Heart Demon last night. If you want to know anything, then come with me."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he jumped and landed on the horse in an instant.

"If you are not afraid of my fire, ride with me on my horse, although my horse has never carried a man but myself."

"I have never been picked up by a man."

Dante said casually, he got up from the ground, jumped on the horse's back, and patted the old horse's butt.

"Hey, let's light it up. Where's the flame? Without the flame, this horse is so damn ugly."

"Although it's a bit ugly, I've been riding it all my life and it's just like my wife, so you should keep your mouth clean."

The old man muttered angrily, and the war horse suddenly burst into flames. The flames rushed to Dante and completely dissolved Dante's spears in a blink of an eye.

However, even if the flame could melt the metal, it could not hurt Dante in the slightest.

This is one of the new abilities that Dante gained in the legendary realm. Dante's physical body has improved countless times after he became a legend. Let's describe it this way. Today's Dante, bullets and ordinary missiles can't hurt him at all. As for this Dante still needs scientific testing to determine how strong his body is. After all, times have changed. If we put it in the past, Dante can directly judge that he has immunity to elemental magic below level seven, and physical damage below level legend. Ability

But now, who knows what level of elemental magic the Patriot missile belongs to?

The old horse burning with flames kept galloping. In just two minutes, all the scenes passed by Dante's ears like the wind. When they stopped, Dante found that he had arrived in a cemetery.

The old man stopped quickly, and the flames on him and the horse quickly disappeared. He turned over and dismounted, urging Dante to get down quickly.

"People here don't know my identity. I'm just an ordinary old man guarding the tomb. If someone asks you, just say you are my nephew."

The old man gave a gentle warning and led Dante to his cabin.

Dante pushed open the dusty door and sat on the only chair in the room. The armrests of this chair were almost patinated by the old man's touch. Even though it was made of very ordinary material, the patina-like texture still made it Lots of extra points.

"Can you tell me now why you didn't resist after I woke up from my memories and my fists kept crushing your skull?"

Dante sat on the chair and asked softly.

The old man smiled, went to the cabinet and took out two bottles of wine, and threw one of them to Dante.

"I don't have a cup here, just drink like this"

As the old man spoke, he leaned on the bed. He opened the wine bottle and took a deep drink of wine.

"Where should I start? I am old and have many stories in my heart. I like to use these stories to deal with young people like you, so let's start from the beginning."

The old man swallowed the wine in his mouth, took out a pack of cigarettes from under the pillow, took out one and was about to light it, but the cigarette was completely cut off by Dante.

"Don't smoke in front of me, I'm annoyed."

Dante said coldly, he knocked the ground with rebellion and continued.

"Start chatting now. I should have a lot of time to listen to you."

"You are such a rude guy, but I don't mind. When I was young, I was the most famous cowboy in my hometown until my lover got terminally ill."

The old man sighed and took another gulp of wine.

"After that, I tried every means to prevent my lover from leaving this world. I almost failed until I met a demon king named Mephisto. The demon king made an agreement with me. I must become the demon king's Knight, dedicate your soul to the devil and serve him forever, and exchange my life for the life of my lover. I did this, and my lover recovered from his terminal illness."

"Ha" Dante laughed: "Since you have made a contract with the devil, the next story must be a tragedy. If you don't want to tell me, I can directly hear your thoughts about last night."

"Yes, it was a tragedy. Less than two weeks after my lover recovered, he was killed by the damn horse bandits. In a rage, I killed all the bastards who robbed the bank in the small town, but my soul is still bound by the contract. , completely in the hands of the devil."

The old man drank the entire bottle of wine, and lay on the bed lonely, narrating silently.

"After that, I became a hopeless knight, constantly working for Mephisto to fulfill the agreement between me and him. This work continued until thirty years ago. In that year, I followed his order. Go to St. Fangansa to seize an ancient contract. That contract originated from ancient times and is one of the thirteen contracts signed by God and hell. The content of that contract determines which hell the souls of all evil people should go to."

"No wonder I saw so many souls of all evil in St. Fangansa"

"Yes, the souls of evil ones are very rare. Only the most evil humans can become one of them. As long as such a soul enters any Satan's hell, it will become a high-level demon in an instant, greatly enhancing the strength of hell. I couldn't let Mephisto get it. As long as the body of the contract was not sent to Mephisto, he would never be able to enter San Fanganza. So I took the contract away, and I violated my My contract with Mephisto, I disobeyed his orders, I ran away.”

The old man just finished speaking, and Dante glanced at the old man disdainfully.

"It's so fake. I don't believe that a demon king couldn't find your hiding place for thirty years."

"He has always known where I am, and he even helped me hide my location. My behavior has always been in line with his plan. He does not need the soul of the evil one contained in the contract at all. He just uses this contract to Keep them in my hands, the strongest of his men, and he will make sure that no hell can possess those souls.”

The old man threw the empty wine bottle to the ground. The broken bottle had exactly the same mood as the old man.

"Because of that contract, I have been hunted by countless Satan's men for thirty years. Without exception, they all directly broke into Saint Fangansa to look for clues about me. I can feel Saint Fanganza through the contract. Whenever those bastard devils appear, I will rush over and burn them to a crisp. Occasionally when I meet some strong enough guys, you should know that I will glare at them and let them die for the crimes they have committed. in the sins of

Speaking of this, he looked at Dante seriously, and his lips trembled twice.

"You are the second person I have met who has survived from my eyes. The Eye of Confession is my ultimate weapon. If you can bear it, I will naturally give up my resistance."

"Huh, just relying on a pair of eyes to decide whether a person should die or not is not the way of hell. Your ability is a bit like God. If God says he is guilty, he should die." Dante laughed lightly.

The old man shook his head slowly and said.

"It's not me who decides everything, but you yourself. As long as you think you have a little sin in your heart, then you will die in the eyes of my repentance. But you survived, or you completely think you are innocent, Either you really haven't made any mistakes, or you are simply too powerful to ignore my eyes. No matter which one you are, you are a guy worthy of admiration."

The old man stretched out his hands and clapped softly.

"I have seen too many guys who think they are brave wailing in front of my eyes, and I have also seen countless hypocrites showing their true faces in my eyes, so I respect guys like you, no matter you are good or bad, You all deserve my respect. If you are a good person, then your good will be pure. If you are a bad person, then your bad will be determined. What do you think?"

"I find it a bit unbelievable to hear such words from a guy who serves Satan."

"Although I am an evil spirit, I am also a knight, young man."

"Ghost Rider?"

Dante curled his lips and snorted slightly.

"So you said all this and you didn't tell me why you let me smash your skull hundreds of times."

"I'm just apologizing to you. I can feel that my ability reminds you of your past, which makes you painful and angry, so I hope you can relax yourself by destroying my body. Anyway, you can't Can’t kill me”

"Oh, should I say fucking thank you?"

"you are welcome"