Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 290 Mission: 08-4 Sue the Angel to Death
Old Tang, fleeing the "spirit of vengeance" chasing him from hell, ran furiously, trying to escape the academy that sealed the devil. At that moment, he resented himself for accepting the commission—a well-known fact in the bounty hunting profession: the more lucrative and effortless the commission, the more dangerous it is. Old Tang had always considered himself impervious to these mysterious forces, but this time, he had finally hit a wall.

Unfortunately, he was a directionally challenged person. In the darkness, he couldn't tell east from west and north from south, and could only roughly recognize the heights of the buildings. So he completely forgot which direction he had entered the academy from and could only wander around like a headless chicken.

So, whether it was a coincidence or fate, he bumped into Lu Mingfei who had just stepped out of Norton Hall.

Old Tang subconsciously raised his gun and pointed it at the two people in front of him.

Unarmed, Lu Mingfei could only raise his hands in surrender. After a moment's pause, Finkel followed suit and said, "Brother, you should rob him! I don't have any money!"

Lu Mingfei looked at Finger dumbfounded and yelled, "Brother, aren't you? I don't have any money either, it was all borrowed!"

Old Tang didn't react for a moment, and continued what the two of them said: "Stop talking nonsense, hand over everything you have..."

Then he reacted, "Damn! I'm not here to rob! Tell me which way out? No tricks!"

"I'm just asking for directions. Why didn't you tell me earlier? The school gate is over there." Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the bombed school gate.

"lead the way!"

Old Tang swung his gun, signaling the two to leave first. At this moment, Lu Mingfei regretted why he had listened to Finger and ran out of Norton Hall. He said that all the enemies had been found, but there was still one fish that had slipped through the net.
Fortunately, the newcomer didn't look like a dragon but a human, completely different from the burning demon. Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that he had just been speaking Chinese with the other party. Maybe Professor Guderian was not kidding when he said that Chinese would become the new Esperanto.

But the situation was already like this, and Lu Mingfei could only glare at Finger fiercely. Finger looked innocent: he got all the information from Norma. Norma said there were thirteen invaders and thirteen enemies fighting the two presidents. How did he know that Norma would make a mistake?

At gunpoint, the two men circled the battlefield and approached the school gate. But a sigh-like flash of light caught their attention.

Nero appeared behind the burning figure, knife in hand, and with a thin, air-slashing blow, she stopped him in his tracks. She wore a plain dress and furry slippers, looking as if she had just emerged from bed. But her blade, her gaze, her voice were all icy cold, as cold and hard as death itself.

"Everyone step back," she ordered coldly, "Be careful not to get hurt."

"Everyone retreat!" Schneider commanded hoarsely. As a mentor, he had access to Nero's Word Spirit files and knew the "be careful of accidental injuries" wasn't a joke. The gunfire ceased, and everyone retreated, leaving the battlefield to Nero and her enemies.

Old Tang felt his temples throbbing, a deep fear gripping his heart. This was a golden opportunity. Everyone had retreated, and the school gate was completely unguarded. If he wanted, he could escape safely.

So why the fear?
The burning figure slowly turned his head, and the flames splashed onto the lawn like burning blood. He looked at Old Tang and shouted...

Old Tang couldn't hear clearly; his ears were filled with chaotic noises. At this moment, the blonde girl he didn't recognize turned her head and looked at him, her eyes filled with compassion and murderous intent.

He couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and rushed out the door.

Nero didn't stop him. Killing Norton, who hadn't yet awakened, would have been pointless. She actually heard Constantine's words. He said, "Brother, hurry up. I'll stop her." He spoke in Dragon Language, so not everyone could understand.

What a touching brotherly love. But the so-called dragons are ultimately world-destroying beings, cruel and tyrannical enemies of humanity. In ancient times, these two brothers must have enslaved humanity, creating mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. The living spirits guarding the Bronze City are a prime example.

Even if they look like humans, even if they have emotions... they are still different beings, and they don't see humans as equals. "So, I'm sorry."

She swung her knife again, and covered her throat with her hand as Constantine lunged at Nero. Another blow, and flames burst from his legs, and he collapsed to the ground.

The students who were watching from a distance held their breath in horror. This girl, who was at least two years younger than them, completely suppressed the Dragon King with just a knife, and the Dragon King hadn't even walked up to her.

At this moment, there are only two words in their minds that can describe this girl.

monster.

"Relax." Nero walked forward into the increasingly violent flames and said softly, "It won't hurt much. It will be over in a moment."

This was the greatest mercy she could offer Constantine.

Unable to continue speaking, Constantine looked up at Nero who was approaching step by step, watched her lightly swing her knife to cut through the flames and step into them, and watched her finally stop in front of him.

The blade, reflecting the firelight, was spotless and pointed at his neck.

"I'll be a good boy."

Behind a bush, Finkel pulled out a camera from somewhere and began fulfilling his journalistic duties. "Judgment," he said, "is this her word spirit? It's a word spirit only recorded in legends."

"I remember another dragon mentioned this name as well." Lu Mingfei squatted beside him, watching the scene from afar, his face and heart calm. "Is it very powerful?"

"I remember you said you hoped your Word Spirit would be absolutely defensive, but Judgment is the exact opposite of what you expected," Finkel said as he clicked the shutter. "It's a purely offensive Word Spirit, its sole effect is 'cut, then kill.' So theoretically, if she had that intention, she could wipe out everyone here in an instant. Don't you think that's impressive?"

"Like the Grim Reaper with a scythe?"

"To be honest, it's the Angel of Death, 'God's Punisher.' Judgment is God's judgment."

After a brief pause, Nero moved again.

The blade in her hand swung slightly, and before she knew it, it passed through Constantine's body and appeared behind him, leaving a long, shimmering streak in the air.

"That is, the mythical Gabriel, Michael, Sariel, or..."

Finkel read out the names of the four so-called angels of death one by one, and after thinking for a moment, he saved the most unfamiliar one for last: "Samael."

(End of this chapter)