Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 160 Mission: 10-7 Battle of the Soul Prison

"An invitation from 'Death'."

As Nero spoke, Asmodeus moved.

"Mind your own business, scion of Sparta!"

It waved its upper limbs that had turned into sharp claws and pounced on Nero with a ferocious look, leaving several bloody claw marks in the air.

Asmodeus wanted to ask why it was so relentless. It hadn't committed much bloodshed in the mortal realm! If you really looked closely, in this century-long plan, it had only murdered around twenty people in the past decade. Just ask any other demon lord, whose blood debt didn't outweigh it?

And in the final analysis, if Sparta had not been so cruel and seriously injured it during its courtship, why would Asmodeus go through so many roundabout ways to seek Nanna's power?

Isn't it that the Spartan family has wronged it? How can they have the nerve to stop it now?
But Nero didn't know about these romantic histories. And even if she did, she would only mock Asmodeus: "Do you like Sparta? You just lust after my grandfather's body!"

"Then we began to hear waves of misery, and were assailed by weeping—"

Nero, Yama Blade in hand, stood against the wind, her silver hair fluttering and her eyes blazing. She chanted the Word of Judgment, manipulating the phantom swords that swirled around her, constantly colliding with Asmodeus's claws.

Cyan blood gushed from the claws, dispersing in the air and blending into the crimson claw marks. At this moment, Asmodeus couldn't help but regret whether he had made the wrong decision by showing up because he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

It had always known that the human world was protected by Sparta, and it also knew how powerful and violent Sparta, as a demon general, was. Therefore, in order to advance its plan under his watchful eye, it even proactively sealed itself, maintaining its wounded, vulnerable form. This form also made it easier to lower human vigilance and lure its intended victims.

It was only after Sparta disappeared, and there was no news for decades, and even Sparta's son left without noticing anything unusual, that it finally plucked up the courage and began to accelerate its plan.

As a result, just when the plan reached a critical point, a new descendant of Sparta appeared.

This didn't matter. Asmodeus had originally thought that he had arranged everything properly and there wouldn't be any accidents.

"I have set foot in a sunless place, a sea without a rest, battered by the everlasting storms!"

However, without a plan there will be no unexpected situations.

Although Asmodeus swallowed Nanna's power along with Toyokawa Shoko and Wakaba Mutsu, their consciousness had not yet truly vanished. Asmodeus had merely temporarily suppressed them by stimulating their weaknesses.

And it wasn't just Xiangzi and Hemu, there were also Chuhua, Hailing, and Miaomeng who were devoured by Nanna. With the addition of new members, the consciousness of these people, which had been almost wiped out, actually raised its head again.

So naturally, Asmodeus needed time. It needed enough time to completely wear down the will of these people and to fully integrate Nanna's power into his own hands.

In this situation, even if Asmodeus obtained this power, he would not dare to use it rashly. If he was not careful and Xiangzi took the opportunity to do something with this power, he would die with regret.

Therefore, although Asmodeus now possessed an entire dream world, it could only be used as a pool of mana to be drawn upon at will. Facing Nero, who was slashing at him with his sword, with the blade pointed directly at his neck, Asmodeus could only choose to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

It left six crisscrossing claw marks, then turned and swung its tail, using its long, rubbery, forked tail as a whip, wrapping around the blade and wrapping it around Nero's waist. A tentacle belt? That kind of thing is definitely out of my reach.

The blade in Nero's hand collided with Scratches, and after a brief collision, she immediately retreated, avoiding Asmodeus's tail. Then she touched the blade with her left hand, and as if by magic, the blade disappeared into her palm.

"The storms of hell will never cease!"

The vanished blade pierced through space, extending from Asmodeus's back, stirring the surrounding area into a terrifying turbulence. At the same time, Nero spoke and continued to sing: "Countless ghosts drift in the wind—"

Asmodeus was caught in the turbulence, and the blade-like force tore his flesh apart, causing blood to gush out - but with the blessing of surging magic power, the wound healed as if time was reversed, and the demon's torn body was quickly repaired and reunited.

Its claws quickly extended, and the sharp tip extended straight out of the palm about half a meter, one left and one right, tearing through the air and cutting towards Nero.

Nero then drew his sword from the air, and the blade passed straight through, colliding with Asmodeus's nails like a phantom and then separating. But after those claws advanced a few more millimeters, they were broken by the resistance of the air.

Nero's voice finally came slowly: "They crashed against the cliffs and cried out in pain, cursing the power of God!"

Asmodeus, whose attacks had been fruitless since the battle began, screamed. Realizing he would lose, he finally began to harness his full strength. Amidst a resounding shriek, the white flowers on the ground were ripped apart by the sonic waves, their petals swept up by the blast, transforming the invisible psychic shock into a visible sonic boom.

A piercing scream reached Nero's ears, forcing her to pause and cover her forehead. After catching her breath, Nero looked back at Asmodeus, finding him facing her, standing among the fluttering petals, caressing her cheek, hugging her waist, his eyes full of teasing.

Nero was a little dazed, staring at the demon posing coquettishly with his eyes motionless, and subconsciously took a step forward.

Then, a sharp pain woke her up.

Nero reached out and touched her cheek, looking at the blood on her fingertips, slightly stunned. It was the wound she had inflicted with the Phantom Sword, and similar wounds later appeared on the side of her calf and the palm of her left hand.

Her eyes fixed, and she came to her senses completely.

"...Why?" Asmodeus asked through gritted teeth.

It could feel that just now, Nero was almost completely controlled by her.

Nero gently licked the painful wound on his palm and smiled.

"Now that I know your power, how could I not be prepared to deal with it?"

These phantom swords were prepared by Nero long ago, and they would attack her once she lost her concentration.

Swallowing the bloody saliva, Nero raised the Yama Sword again.

(End of this chapter)