Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 344 Mission: 03-4 On the Stage
"Drink!"

Dante severed the falling colored sign in two, each of the pieces knocking down a fluttering, rotting demon. Dante passed between them without losing any speed, leaping over the broken bridge that had been struck by the tumbling Ferris wheel.

The chase in the seaside paradise wasn't over yet. The demon, gazing at Dante's life, and the silver-haired girl, who, in his own opinion, was "gazing at Dante's very essence," were gradually closing the circle, one by water and the other by land.

Dante glanced back. The billowing black smoke that pursued him grew thicker and larger, gradually giving rise to scarlet flashes within it—strange crimson lightning formed by demonic power. Being pursued by two powerful demons simultaneously was a very rare experience for Dante.

With another slide, Dante passed through the gradually collapsing gap, turned over and broke into the theater in the amusement park, and continued to escape.

"——I got you!"

Before the shattered wall gradually collapsed, a dark figure wrapped in lightning and smoke passed through the crack, stretching out its twisted arms to grab Dante for the umpteenth time.

Dante quickly turned over and jumped up, avoiding the dark clutches, gliding in the air while pulling the big red curtain, and then jumped into the center of the stage.

Behind him, broken bricks, broken glass and broken picture frames flew everywhere, gushing out from the backstage like a blowout and scattering all over the ground.

The lights suddenly came on, and Dante subconsciously put up his hands to cover his face, and then he heard something jump onto the stage with a "bang".

The actor who fell onto the stage began to sing:

"To fall into misfortune, yet still remember the days of joy... What a tremendous pain this is!"

Dante instantly drew his gun and pointed it in the direction of the sound.

He opened his eyes. Amidst countless shimmering, star-like fragments, a girl in a black dress with silver hair curtsied, like an opera singer taking the stage. A blazing spotlight enveloped her form, and only drifting dust flickered in the air. It was as if the black clouds and crimson lightning had never existed.

"What the hell?"

Dante was unsure of what to do in this bizarre situation, and for a moment, he didn't dare to fire. The two men remained frozen in place, the stage still silent, awaiting the next act.

However, the moment the girl finished her salute and raised her head, a red light flashed in her eyes, and dark smoke overflowed from under her lifted skirt, spreading in all directions of the stage, creating a strange atmosphere.

Dante pulled the trigger.

"We were the only two there at the time, and neither of us had a single doubt or fear in our hearts."

The girl bowed and retreated into the dark cloud. Dante's bullets all missed. From the depths of the dark cloud, a gentle, mournful song pierced Dante's ears like needles, stimulating his temples and making them throb.

"Playing tricks..."

He dropped his gun and drew his sword, then swung it to cut off a wisp of black cloud that was drifting towards him.

But this naturally had no effect. The rolling black cloud had already swallowed up half the stage, surrounding Dante on three sides, squeezing his breathing space step by step.

Dante could only step back. He had never been to school, couldn't act, and didn't understand what the devil was singing, but he vaguely felt that it was a mockery of him.

"Several times we looked up at each other and our eyes crossed—"

Dante slashed at the air again, cratering the stage beneath him. The wind from his sword tore through the black mist, sending the half-open curtain flying up and down. Now Dante could see the silver-haired girl, her hand extended toward the audience below, still singing that mournful, melodious song.

Her eyes were closed tightly, and she seemed to have forgotten Dante beside her. She just stretched out her hands forward and sighed sadly and painfully.

Now. This instinct, simple yet brutal, dominated Dante's brain, causing him to leap up and appear behind the girl, swinging his sword fiercely towards her slender neck. But at this moment, the girl turned her head.

She looked at Dante, who was swinging his sword at her, and gave him a mysterious smile.

At that moment, their eyes met. The girl raised her hand, and the cane sword that had disappeared before suddenly appeared at her fingertips.

"So, that last moment of looking back sealed our fate."

She leaned forward, dropped to her knees, and dodged the blow almost touching Dante's blade.

While singing a sad ballad, she lowered her head and stabbed the sword in her hand deeply into her body.

Come again?

Dante still remembered how this inexplicably mad woman had been so powerless, only to stab him with a sword and suddenly transform into a demonic hand, chasing him. Now it was happening again. Could she still transform?

If he snatches the sword and stabs himself with it once, will he become stronger?

However, just as this thought popped up in Dante's mind, he saw a sharp silver light approaching him.

what happened?

Ah——I see.

The slender blade of the cane sword in the girl's hand easily pierced her body and came out from behind. She was now bent over the ground, so the blade was now facing sideways and behind.

That is, the direction in which Dante himself fell.

Dante understood the meaning of the girl's smile. This was killing two birds with one stone... no, sharing the good and the bad... wasn't either.

Forgive Dante's literary quirk for being as poor as the girl's figure (this was entirely Dante's personal prejudice), but he really couldn't remember the word to describe this situation. But specifically, this crazy woman in front of him, who he didn't know if it was the first time he met her, seemed to want to take Dante to death with her.

But Dante had no way to avoid it now.

As if he had thrown himself towards the blade, Dante was skewered on the blade of the same sword along with the silver-haired girl.

The pain from his chest caused his brain to go blank for a moment. The Blade of Rebellion flew out of his hand and dissipated into the air due to loss of control.

"do not move……"

Dante struggled to free himself from the blade, but the sword held him in place as if by magnetism. A strange aroma of corruption filled Dante's nose, and his vision gradually became blurred.

I'm not interested in a chick that crawled out of a sewer.

This was the last thought that flashed through his mind before he fell into silence. Before he completely fell into a coma, he struggled, tried hard, and uttered a last, almost wailing sound:
"Don't move...my bird..."

Then his head tilted, his body went limp, and he lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)