Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 342 Mission: 03-2 Burning with Fury
"Aha?"

When Dante, who had a ruffian look, a sloppy appearance, and most importantly, short black hair, turned his head, Nero had to admit that he felt a little broken inside.

Shouldn’t gray hair be the underlying logic of the Spartan family?
What's up with this black-haired Dante?

You know, when she saw this guy pull out a pair of black and white guns, she didn't even consider this aspect, just because he had black hair. Now you want to tell Nero that this guy is Dante?
Not a buddy?

But the facts were stark. This black-haired scoundrel had used crimson magic to summon a silver-white greatsword from his body. Although its appearance differed significantly from the skull-headed "Rebellion" greatsword Nero was familiar with, coupled with the black and white twin pistols "Ebony and Ivory," there seemed to be no other explanation for this.

Dante leaned sideways, backhandedly chopped down an incoming black metal dwarf demon with his sword, and then stepped on it and chopped it into pieces. At the same time, he looked down at Nero, who was still squatting on the ground and blowing his knees, and asked suspiciously, "How do you know my name?"

"This one……"

Nero was just trying to come up with an excuse when he heard Dante say, "Come to think of it, you look familiar to me. Could it be that we've slept together before?"

"No?!" Nero almost fainted.

tired.

Destroy it.

This world is hopeless.

Two men who are expected to save the world in the future. Virgil is a heavyweight, a sissy schemer; Dante is even more of a heavyweight, a stud who thinks with his lower body.

Nero, who seemed a little autistic, lowered his head, sat on the ground, turned half a circle, leaving Dante with his back.

"Don't tell me you're going to hold me responsible..."

On the other side, after Dante shot down several demons with lanterns that looked like fireflies with his twin guns, he turned his head and the words he had just said were suddenly stuck.

He remembered why he felt that the other person looked familiar.

"Wait, aren't you the one on TV—"

On TV?
Nero turned back in confusion, wondering if Mendes had manipulated the TV station to issue a wanted notice for her. But then she heard Dante say something that was most weighty to her:

"——The 'Bird Hunting' witch?"

“Hah——?!”

Having missed its target, the hunter demon retracted its claws and dove into the water, seemingly ready to pounce on its two prey. But Nero's attention was no longer on the demon that had been chasing her all this time. She stood up angrily, drew her cane sword, and charged into the fray, piercing a winged demon that flew through the air, emitting a foul, fluorescent glow.

At the same time, he questioned Dante: "What did you just say?!"

"Hey, this is what the TV station said. If you want to get mad at me, don't get angry at me."

Dante couldn't help but look sideways when he saw Nero suddenly start to attack. Combined with his previous deduction, it could be seen that this silver-haired girl was not completely powerless, which seemed to make the TV station's statement more credible.

After all, he was almost deceived by this girl's appearance.

"..." Nero took a deep breath and exhaled, then cut off another demon with his sword. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who said that? What did they say?"

"Nothing much. Drug use, drug trafficking, promiscuity, murder. Sounds like the usual. The only really alarming thing is that you cut off the 'thing' of any man you slept with." Dante said, turning to look at Nero provocatively. He swung his sword to the ground, dragging it with him as he spun around to knock a demon off to the side and asked, "Is this true?"

Nero, whose eyes were red, calmed his breathing a little and gave Dante, who turned back to look at him, a slightly twisted smile: "The last one might be true."

Seeing the black-haired Dante's eyes widen for a moment, Nero felt a little relieved.

But...good. If those people from Mundus wanted to piss her off so badly, they succeeded.

They will regret it.

Nero pulled the blade from the demon's corpse, spread the blood on the blade with his fingers, then turned the blade and pointed it at the chest.

"Ah?" Dante looked at her, a little dumbfounded. "You can't stand it?"

Dante didn't understand a thing, but Nero truly couldn't bear it any longer. A raging rage roared within her, yet the magical power of Mendes within her suppressed it, so much so that the raging black magic stone threatened to rip through her chest and burst forth.

So why doesn't it do what it wants?

Nero didn't hold back at all and stabbed his chest straight with his cane sword "Samael".

"hiss……"

Such a decisive action shocked Dante. Looking at Nero kneeling on the ground holding the hilt of the sword, he asked nonsensically: "Doesn't it hurt?"

Did it hurt? Of course it did. But the wounds Nero created didn't bleed. Instead, thick smoke billowed out, like the crater of a volcano on the eve of an eruption.

"Hahaha……"

Nero let out a slightly frantic, hoarse laugh. She seemed to have found the quickest way to resolve her combat effectiveness problem.

Since the suppression of Mendes' magic could not be broken from the inside, then he would start from the outside. Since Nero's desire would gradually dissipate, then he would replenish it from the outside.

Taking out her own desires, her own feelings, along with the Sin Stone, would not only alleviate her current lack of combat power, but would also allow her to use the power of the Sin Stone to cleanse Nero of the remaining magic power left in his body by Mondes, restoring him to his full form.

"But you have to be careful, the backlash from doing this could be very serious."

A faint voice echoed in Nero's ears, and Nero replied coldly: "Either you will be used as a purely external object from now on, or I will completely digest you and you will no longer exist. This is a matter of time. The same goes for you."

"I look forward to that day."

Nero slowly pulled out the blade, leaving a terrifying abyss on his chest that looked like the gate of hell, with black smoke billowing out continuously.

The pitch-black obsidian crystal followed the sword blade, lifted by the black flames and floating in the air. Nero reached out and grabbed it. With a thought, her left arm, which was holding the obsidian crystal, was wrapped in black smoke and gradually condensed into a pitch-black demon arm.

This arm, which gave people a lot of déjà vu, suddenly stretched out, passed over the completely stunned Dante, and grabbed a demon that was about to launch a sneak attack.

"As expected, people only think about developing new moves when they are not strong enough."

Nero smiled self-deprecatingly, crushed the demon's head, and drank its blood with his demon arm.

(End of this chapter)