Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 156 Mission: 10-3 The End is Coming ( words)

"How miserable! I am being chased by wild beasts and have lost my way in this dark forest!"

As Nero sang the hymn, the monsters between humans and wolves overran the puppet's defenses and pounced on her with their fangs and claws bared. At this moment, Nero leaned forward and plunged the blade into the ground, stepping hard on the hilt with her toes.

The phantom swords sank completely into the earth. A dense array of swords, centered around her, fanned outward, impaling the nearest werewolves on the sword forest. Nero then reached out to either side, grasping two new phantom swords. She leaped forward, her two swords crossed before her, poised for a strike.

Then, Nero swung out both swords in the air.

"This forest is desolate and sinister, boundless and like the arrival of death!"

The interlaced slashes tore through the air, pierced the earth, and separated the wolves, leaving a gleaming mark in front of Nero. The next moment, in the center of the wolves separated by the slashes, Nero landed gracefully and spun around to strike again.

"It was just dawn, and the sun rose from the east with beautiful stars—"

The sword in Nero's hand disintegrated in this blow, and the condensed magic power turned into countless blades, like stars and rainstorms, piercing the bodies of many demons.

The werewolves behind stepped over the fallen bodies and wanted to continue their advance, but Nero had already prepared the final sentence of this section.

She brought her hands together, instantly grasping a great sword made of magic, and sang: "The brave hound will be born to eliminate the beasts and kill them one by one."

The blade smashed down, piercing the very center of the incision left by Nero's previous blow. Light shone through the intersecting blade marks, and a bright ball of light rose from it, slamming diagonally to the ground and landing in the center of the wolf pack.

An explosion sounded, and a beam of light rose from the point where the magic ball had landed, then vanished in an instant. The werewolves caught in the beam of light fell dead in the street, emitting a charred stench.

However, compared with the total number of wolves, this still seems to be just a drop in the bucket.

Looking back, Nana and Xiangzi were still battling in the air. Each tried to control the dream to gain an advantage, but was quickly defeated by their opponent.

Therefore, the battle on Nero's side seems to determine the course of this battle - the endless pack of wolves in front of him is the embodiment of Nana's erosion of Xiangzi's dreams. As long as they are eradicated, Xiangzi will be able to regain the upper hand.

Nero looked away and continued singing.

"The beast came from the underworld, where the devils who envy the human world live."

Nero, wielding the greatsword, spun with the force of his waist, swinging the blade behind him. The blade, driven by inertia, slashed across like lightning, instantly ripping the three demons in half.

"My guide drove away the beasts and took me to travel through the terrifying valley—"

Nero then raised the greatsword above her head. She held the sword with both hands and slashed straight down.

This slash, infused with magical power by Nero, instantly released a bright wave of light, tearing through the enemy group and adding another stroke to the crisscrossing sword marks.

The strike ended, but Nero didn't stop. She dragged the hilt of the sword, pulled her left leg back a step, turned around, and plowed the ground with the blade, slashing upwards and then slashing.

"He will lead me through the land of eternity, where the cries of despair are heard;"

The burning magic power rolled up along the tip of the sword like a wave, turning into a surging tide and sweeping forward. Five more werewolves were swallowed by this blow and lost their breath.

After completing the three sentences, it was time to detonate. After completing the upward strike, Nero didn't retract the move, but instead threw the blade in his hand, letting it spin into the air.

Then she jumped up after the greatsword, caught it in mid-air, and then, holding the sword in her reverse hand, she plummeted down like a meteor.

"He wants to show me the suffering ancient ghosts, each of them trying a second death!"

Like a meteorite crashing into the sea, a vast blue wave spread outward from Nero's landing point. Nero half-knelt on the ground, his sword piercing the earth deeply, guiding the surging magic power and triggering a second explosion.

Amidst a deafening roar, a crown-shaped wave of magic exploded in light, instantly submerging the entire street.

But this was still not enough. There were several roads leading to the square, and Nero had only cleared one.

And outside the streets, there are even more wolves waiting in anticipation.

Nero drew her sword and rushed forward like a whirlwind, reaching the end of the street in an instant. She threw the blade again, and the swirling magic sword collided back and forth among the wolves, cutting a literal bloody path.

"I put my fear and terror behind me and followed him into the underworld—"

Nero dodged and stabbed into the bloody path. She didn't stop until her path was blocked by the bloodstained werewolf. She swung forward with her slender arms wrapped in magic gloves and began to sing:
"Here, sighs, complaints, and wails echo in the starless air!"

The fist struck the werewolf. The werewolf, who had been about to raise his claws to retaliate, was struck in the abdomen by Nero's punch, his intestines ruptured and he flew backwards. The invisible air wave created by the shockwave spread out in a cone shape, knocking down the werewolves knocked down by the werewolves, and the werewolves knocked down by the werewolves, rolling into a ball, falling like dominoes.

Before Nero could retract her fist, the werewolves on either side lunged at her. Nero swung her left hand sideways, making a "sleeve-waving" motion, deflecting the werewolf's claws with the back of her hand. Then she retracted her fist and stomped on the ground, her left hand suddenly stopping, then swiftly transformed it into a jab, striking the werewolf's jaw.

Although she retracted her right hand, her elbow thrust out to the side at the moment her arm folded, striking the werewolf on the right in the waist, knocking it out as well.

"Among the myriad of strange languages, clapping and shouting, silent weeping and stamping of feet accompany them—"

The werewolves on both sides also fell down in groups. Nero took a step forward, turned around, retracted his attack, stood calmly, and slowly finished singing this sentence.

Then he put his hands together, made a prayer gesture, and whispered the third stanza of his hymn.

"The cries of pain and the terrible curses make this place never quiet, just like the wind blowing dust and sand, covering the sky and the sun."

The earth shook violently.

This was not an illusion. Nero followed the tremors of the earth and walked towards the square, with terrifying magical power condensed in his hands and feet.

Her aura continued to rise, and a pair of invisible wings spread out from behind her. The wings were faintly emerald green, and it was Nero who had once again activated the dormant Pride Stone within his body.

By chanting in stanzas, Nero successfully circumvented her own restriction of concluding the hymn within ten verses, allowing the first three stanzas to accrue some of their power to the last. By this point, immense power had coalesced within her. If completed, the destructive power would likely be double that of the blow that had defeated the Savior.

And next, it’s time to release this power.

"These silent weaklings, these selfish fence-sitters—"

As she took a step forward, Nero's power shook the earth. She slowly raised her hands, placing them before her, interlacing her fingers. A vast amount of magical power condensed in her facing palms, transforming into a blazing white light.

Then, Nero took a second step, and the earth shook even more violently. The power between Nero's hands condensed into a dazzling ball of light, almost enveloping her entire forearm.

"They are rejected by Heaven, and not accepted by Hell—" At this moment, the power in Nero's hands almost exceeded her control. The condensed magic ball seemed to have real weight, making Nero feel that she could hardly lift her hands.

But this also shows how powerful this blow will be.

Time seemed to slow down. Even though Nero's movements were slow under the weight of his magic, none of the werewolves dared to disturb him. On the contrary, they retreated, abandoning their injured and fallen companions and moving away.

Sadly, that's totally wrong.

Nero knew that the opponent he was facing in this attack was not an extremely powerful enemy that he had to use all his strength to defeat, but a "large group" as numerous as the sand in the sea and the leaves in the forest.

Therefore, this attack was naturally not intended to land on one point, collapsing mountains and splitting the earth.

Instead, it aims to sweep up the clouds and overturn the ocean.

"Without the hope of extinction, nor the prospect of rebirth, the day of life is like the year of death!"

Nero finally took the last step, and amid the roar that shook the mountains and rivers, he slammed his clenched hands heavily to the ground.

"So, it can be called—"

At that moment, all sound was drowned out by the white light that engulfed the earth. This all-consuming light, centered in Nero's hands, expanded with the expanding airwaves into a massive hemisphere. This pure white silence engulfed the church, the streets, and even most of the city.

In the silence, only one voice slowly emerged. It was Nero's whisper.

“——Hell on earth”

The voice vanished on the wind, and the light that had engulfed the city gradually faded. Nero stood in the center of a ruined landscape, surrounded by only a few shattered bricks and tiles, with no trace of any buildings left. Streets, churches, squares—everything had been destroyed by the blow. Only at the edges of the shockwave could a few fragments of broken walls be seen, a shadow of the city's former self.

In the ruins, there is no living thing except Nero.

A moment later, Toyokawa Shoko, unharmed, appeared beside Nero, as naturally as a splash in the river.

"I didn't ask you to kill my puppet too."

She complained without any emotion.

"Ah—I'm so sorry." Nero bowed slightly and replied in a nonchalant tone, "But you didn't say you wouldn't let me kill them."

After thinking about it, Toyokawa Shoko fell silent after realizing that she had indeed not said it.

"Where's Nanna?" Nero turned his head and looked around and asked.

"He's probably planning to run away."

She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "But I won't let her succeed."

The masked girl in a black dress reached out and grabbed a shadow in her hand - it was the tail of Nanna, or the "Blood Princess of the Moon".

The girl caught the tentacle-like tail, and soon the real body was forced to appear in front of her.

"You damned ant!" A phantom borrowing the image of Toyokawa Shoko appeared, roaring angrily: "When I fully recover my strength, I will make you die a miserable death!"

However, such harsh words now seemed laughable. After its invasion of Xiangzi's dream had reached zero, it had lost the ability to control the dream. Now, Xiangzi was the only one who could boast of his omniscience and omnipotence in his dreams.

Nana, who took the initiative to break into this dream, was equivalent to walking into a trap.

"So, is this the end of the matter?" Nero looked at Toyokawa Shoko and asked hesitantly, "But...what about what's going on with Ace? Do you have any ideas?"

Before the other party could answer, Nero immediately remembered that several people had been eaten by Nanna, and he didn't know if he could cut them out with the Yama Sword.

Nero planned to wait until Toyokawa Shoko answered the previous question before asking about this matter, but it seemed she couldn't wait any longer.

Because Toyokawa Shoko didn't answer.

"finally."

A voice rang out from the void, echoing beneath the blood moon. This voice was unfamiliar to Nero, but the moment he heard it, he knew who it belonged to.

The voice was filled with childlike innocence, carrying the purity of a young girl, yet also possessing a unique allure. As the voice's owner spoke, a familiar aura permeated the ruins.

"Little Ace?!" Nero felt a chill running down his back.

This guy didn't show up earlier or later, but just happened to appear at this moment after they defeated Nanna.

The meaning is self-evident.

Nero quickly looked at the silent Toyokawa Shoko, only to see that she was as motionless as a doll, maintaining the same posture as before when she grabbed Nana, without moving a muscle.

"Finally, I've been waiting for this moment."

As the voice became real, a small pink and white figure appeared on the ruins of the church. Nero saw little Ace's face for the first time and couldn't help but curse inwardly at how much he looked like that damn white devil.

Nanna was still struggling, but Little Ace had already slowly extended his claws towards her. Nero threw his phantom sword and charged forward, determined not to give Little Ace a chance no matter what he planned to do.

But it seems too late.

Little Ace's first appearance before Nero was complete with complete confidence. The moment it raised its claws, Nana, without even a protest, merged with Toyokawa Shoko. Those crimson eyes, glimpsed in Shoko's pupils, were clearly beginning to regain control!
Yes, although Nanna didn't know what Little Ace was going to do, this was also an opportunity for her. However, the opportunity didn't really exist.

Amidst Little Ace's sneer, the dreams of those sleeping in the city suddenly became filled with romantic emotions. These countless romantic dreams formed a vast web, allowing Little Ace to instantly take over the entire dream world with his magical power!

If Nanna was in perfect condition at the moment, this small movement could be suppressed with just a wave of her hand. However, it had just been defeated once and was now even competing with another person for the dominant consciousness.

So at this moment, little Ace truly became the master of the dream world.

--temporary.

(End of this chapter)