Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 133 Mission: 07-4 Yugong Moves Mountains (Three Updates Completed)
Under Mendes' wings, darkness enveloped Dante. Then, tiny stars lit up in the darkness, turning the battlefield into a galaxy.

Across the Milky Way, blazing stars rained down. Dante swung his sword, extinguishing the stars, but new ones formed again. Swinging his sword like a whirlwind, Dante looked back with worry.

Dante breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Nero cast a huge barrier over the city and then collapse from exhaustion.

"Who does this child look like?"

As he spoke, he flapped his membrane-like wings, twisted his body to dodge several meteors, and poured all his magic power into the rebellious sword. The condensed red light layered on top of each other, making it look like a spinning bullet.

Nero protected the city with a barrier, which was a great help to Dante, because it meant that Dante could choose to dodge many weak attacks instead of taking them head-on. However, as an elder and stronger person, he couldn't bear to thank him for such a thing - especially in front of the enemy.

"Come on, Mondes." He looked at the huge figure standing tall in the sky, with countless stars hanging behind it, and shouted like a challenge: "If I can break you once, I can do it a second time!"

Mendes stretched out his arms, and tiny dots of starlight behind him lit up, raining down again. Simultaneously, light shone from the depths of his hollow, nauseating heart. A majestic beam of pure white light was released, brimming with lightning, storms, hail, acid rain, and every other celestial disaster imaginable.

His attack method matched his divine appearance, as if it were a divine punishment sent down from heaven.

"madness."

Mendes said: "Humanity is always so stupid. Dante, without the sword of Sparta——"

As Mendes spoke, Dante finally swung his own blade. Unleashing all the magic he had infused into the greatsword, he thrust forward with the sword, rising like a pitch-black meteor, colliding with Mendes' pure white beam.

“—You are nothing.”

At this moment, Mendes made his final judgment. Dante, like a stone dropped into a long river, was instantly submerged in the pure white torrent without even a splash.

Mendes looked away slightly bored.

After all, he was still just a human being. Even if he inherited the blood of Sparta, he was just...

"You're not right. I defeated your man, and I'm the son of your man." Dante's sarcastic sarcasm came from the beam of light. Mendes suddenly found that the beam of light he released seemed to be—

"Ok?"

——It became shorter?
Instantly, Mendes's gaze froze. He saw Dante thrust his sword within the pure white beam, unleashing the magical power imbued in the blade, covering his entire body like an eggshell, deflecting all his attacks like a mirror.

After a moment, the beam dissipated, and Dante penetrated the entire beam from beginning to end. Not only did the force not weaken, but it became even stronger.

The pitch-black meteor hit the tall statue straight on.

How could he display so much power without even using Sparta's sword? Mendes' thoughts flashed, and he immediately thought that Dante, as Sparta's son, might have gained a lot of power from the sword.

Well, that was more interesting. Defeating a true descendant of Sparta would excite Mondes more than defeating a weak human.

He waved his hand again, and several more stars broke away from the dense cluster behind him. They flickered, and in an instant, they expanded into several rotating stone eyeballs.

That was a new demon that Mendes had casually created. That's right, creation—that was the privilege of the Lord of the Demon Realm, a power only those who had consumed the fruit of the Demon Realm Tree could wield. Watching Dante, enveloped in a shroud of magical energy and charging towards him, Mendes disdainfully arranged his newly created eyeball demons into a formation, casting a net in the air to capture Dante.

He had seen similar moves before. Back then, the magic swordsman Sparta, known as the "Black Knight," had used the same method to thrust his sword forward, piercing Mondes' chest in a surprise attack, leaving him with a deep, incurable wound.

However, in Mondes' eyes, Dante was far too weak compared to Sparta. Neither the quality nor the quantity of his magic power, nor his physical strength and speed, could compare to Sparta.

Even this similar black meteor was pitifully small compared to the one that pierced Mendes' chest that year, not to mention that Sparta was attacking by surprise, while Dante was actually attacking head-on.

No matter how sharp a needle is, it cannot kill an elephant.

Not worth taking seriously.

"After all, I can't compare..."

Mendes led the demons to attack Dante, and just as he finished speaking, Dante, charging forward with his sword, shouted again, "Hey! You old fogey—you don't really think the Spartans' strength lies solely in their swords, do you?"

What does this mean?
Incomprehensible.

Mendes synchronized the eyeball demons with his own magic beam, instantly doubling its power and unleashing it again. No matter what tricks Dante had used, in the face of absolute power, a drop of water could not move a river!
As before, Dante once again let the magic wrap around him, solidifying into a close-fitting crimson armor, facing the mighty torrent of magic head-on. He could feel his magic rapidly dissipating, like a pool being drained by a pump.

This is normal. No one can compete with Mondes in terms of total magic power. That would be tantamount to trying to lift up the entire demon world by himself.

But Dante had to defeat her. His niece had already shown her true abilities, so how could he, as her uncle, lose?
Even without Sparta's magic sword, he will win - and win beautifully and handsomely!

The dormant magic in Dante's body, those tiny bits of power that Tracy said were "drowned in the sundae", awakened one after another under his determination, and were all injected into this one attack.

It was at this moment that Mendes finally noticed the unusual aura around Dante and realized that things were not as simple as he had thought.

He raised his hand and suddenly clenched his five fingers. This galaxy-like little world trembled violently like a heart and shrank rapidly.

Countless burning stars approached and collided, producing violent sparks.

Flames and lightning rushed towards the figure that was struggling to hold on in the beam of light.

Finally, the armor condensed by magic was completely shattered, and Dante was exposed without protection to the light that could pierce the world.

"You are not a Spartan after all."

Mendes looked at the figure that disappeared in the light and slowly said the sentence he had not finished just now.

　Great! The extra chapters promised for the release are finally complete!

　　But I still have to write three chapters tomorrow... I have to get back to updating two chapters a day as soon as possible

　　
　
(End of this chapter)