Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 141 Mission: 08-4 Dante in Hell
In a world of pitch black, a color deeper than the night, a beam of pure white light penetrates the world.

A figure flew up against the beam of light, enveloped in crimson magic that burned like flames, and swung a fist into the endless darkness. This punch, blazing like a meteor, trailed a brilliant flame, and pierced the depths of the darkness with a sonic boom like a dragon's roar.

However, nothing happened.

"Incomprehensible."

Star after star lit up in the darkness, like countless eyes with hideous, ferocious appearances and malicious, foul gazes. Countless eyes formed a Milky Way in the darkness, stretching across it, resembling a giant eye from afar.

The vertical eye made a sound and asked, "Why don't you fall down?"

The voice was as majestic as that of a god.

The figure, enveloped in crimson magic, slowly came to a halt. Flying through the air, Dante, who had been battling Mondes for who knows how long, smiled faintly and said, "Looks like you were the first to tire?"

Mendes, transformed into Galaxy, asked in a cold and hard voice: "Answer my question, son of Sparta."

Countless eyes swirled, their gazes fixed on Dante as if to pierce him. "You're clearly far less powerful than Sparta, and you've clearly exhausted your magic time and time again. Why are you still standing here?"

Dante hefted the greatsword, his movements making it seem as if fighting the Demon Emperor was completely effortless. "That's the wrong premise, old fogey. Who said I'm weaker than my father?"

“That’s a fact.”

The huge vertical eye shrank slightly, as if squinting at him. "The quality and quantity of your magic power, the toughness and explosiveness of your body, none of you can compare to him."

What Mendes said was indeed true. Dante, having come without the Sword of Sparta this time and unable to transform into "Spartan Demon," was naturally no match for the Demon Swordsman Sparta in his prime. If Dante had chosen to use "that form," the situation would have been somewhat different, but it would have been less controllable and far too destructive—and most importantly, Dante himself couldn't quite explain how he had achieved that form.

However, for Dante, what he really wanted to inherit and surpass his father was never power.

"So, to you, power is still just these tangible things?" Dante laughed disdainfully. "Sure enough, after all these years, you haven't made any progress at all."

Within a few breaths, the magic power in his body was replenished with the beating of his heart, relieving his physical fatigue.

It's still okay, I can still continue fighting.

Dante looked at Mendes, who was hidden behind the veil of darkness, and said with a mocking—no, contemptuous—tone, "I answered this question for you all those years ago. It seems your memory isn't very good either."

Countless eyes, like the galaxy, blazed. A seemingly endless stream of magical power poured into them, transforming them into blazing meteors that struck Dante. Mendes' voice followed closely behind:
"Heart again? Or love? And will? Those things are just human fabrications. Only power is real—"

Behind the sky of blazing meteor showers, a pale, majestic face appeared. "And you, son of Sparta. The reason you were able to defeat me back then was because of the power left by Sparta. What does this have to do with these illusory things you speak of?"
"Put aside your lies. I won't be fooled."

It was rare for him to say something that came from the heart, but the other party still thought he was lying. Dante felt a little funny and shrugged helplessly.

A meteor struck, and Dante swung his sword, slicing it in two. Burning, pitch-black demonic blood splattered across his body, leaving a few inconspicuous black spots. He then concentrated his magic power and drew his sword again, releasing a blood-red blade of light from his hand. It quickly expanded, engulfing a large portion of the meteor before slowly dissipating before Mundus's unsightly face.

"You say something you lack doesn't exist? It really fits that old saying—what's it called?"

He then sheathed his sword and opened his flaming claws, grabbing the two burning eyeballs and smashing them back at an even faster speed. "Right, it's 'sour grapes'."

Mendes clearly didn't want to argue with him on this issue. His face slipped back into the background, and a large plaster-colored hand stretched out from the void and suddenly slapped down.

Dante, however, was also growing anxious. Mendes seemed certain that Dante's magic power was inferior to his own, relying on his boundless magic power to wage a war of attrition. Dante, however, hadn't forgotten the situation at hand—out there lay the "Blood Princess of the Moon," a being who was 80% as powerful as the Demon Emperor. This dream master was fighting on his home turf, so how could his niece, who couldn't even transform into a complete demon, defeat him?
The big hand that came to slap him was shining with a hot light like lava. Without thinking too much, Dante immediately took out a string of three-section staffs connected at the ends and hit forward. The broken ice swept forward with a biting cold wind.

However, this weapon certainly couldn't compete head-on with the giant hand. Dante wrapped himself in the cold wind, transformed into a stream of light, and moved forward, shattering the falling stars along the way. He then began to run, stepping on the hand.

Dante knew that he had to fight quickly and decisively, as the people outside were counting on him!

Three scarlet eyes lit up in the darkness, marking the location of the Demon Emperor Mendes. Dante passed through the meteorite formation, picked up his electric guitar, and rushed forward like a streak of purple lightning, playing a series of violent notes.

The pure white thunder of divine punishment continued to explode around him, but Dante ignored it and rushed forward in one breath, determined to give the careless Demon Emperor a severe blow at this moment!
Dante wants to let Mendes know how serious the consequences of underestimating a determined person are - even without borrowing his father's power, he is still stronger than Mendes!
Finally, Dante jumped high in the midst of lightning and thunder, pointing the rebellious sword in his hand directly at Mendes's eyebrows illuminated by the flickering lightning.

There, a scarlet evil vertical eye was staring at him, full of indifference and malice.

"Take it!"

The bright red needle pierced Mendes's eye, and it suddenly went out, and the gray-white rock surface quickly cracked. Dante continued to inject more magic power into the blade, constantly pushing it into Mendes' body.

Yes, it can be done. Just break through this shell in one go and drive Mondes back—

A powerful force sent Dante flying. Mendes swatted Dante away like a fly.

Under Dante's shocked gaze, the crack in the middle of Mendes' forehead, which almost went through his entire face, began to slowly heal.

This...this isn't right!
After a moment, a chill ran through his heart.

The Mondes here, the Mondes who is now before Dante—

——Cannot be defeated.

Because his body is just an illusion. No one can defeat the illusion unless they defeat the master who created the illusion.

Dante, cannot defeat Him.

(End of this chapter)