Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 390 Mission: 15-2 Hell's Cauldron
The awakened Silver Bag Tower was frantically drawing power from the furnace, which gave others an opportunity to invade. However, this opportunity was not really an opportunity, because the furnace burned with the eternal soul fire, and no matter how powerful the soul was, it could not pass through unscathed.

Fortunately, Samael, the god of death, found a way.

This creature had become quite quiet recently. If Nero hadn't been paying attention, he might have thought it was dead again. Unfortunately, that good thing hadn't happened yet. Following Samael's guidance, Nero destroyed several mechanisms in the furnace, temporarily subsiding the flames inside. Only then did he find a way along the channel that transported the flame energy.

Then she took Dante back inside the furnace and got to work.

This furnace, which burned the human soul and extracted strength from pain and despair, naturally could not be left behind. Before boarding the seemingly endless elevator, Nero transformed into a demon and swung a massive blade of light into the abyss of fire.

The entire furnace trembled. As the elevator carrying Nero and Dante vanished from the scene, a flame a thousand times more intense and violent than before rose from the abyss, igniting the entire furnace and transforming the Silver Bag Tower's "engine" into a pressure cooker poised to explode at any moment.

A moment later, a pair of wings made of flames engulfed the Silver Bag Tower's outstretched wings. A dull explosion was heard at the base of the tower, and the entire tower trembled for a long time.

At this time, Nero and Dante had already returned to the inside of the tower.

"What did you do?" Dante asked as he felt the vibration coming from the soles of his feet.

"It gave those souls a sense of relief," Nero replied softly. "The remaining energy from the dissipated souls was poured into the furnace, exceeding its capacity, and so—'BOOM!'"

"So the tower's power source is gone?"

"Yes, it should stop working soon."

The elevator stopped. Nero nodded to Dante and left. "Remember to make it a bit dramatic so he doesn't notice me."

"No big deal, what I'm best at is attracting attention."

In order to complete the plan of luring the tiger away from the mountain, the two naturally had to act separately. The best result was to make Mondes completely unaware that Nero had also come here.

Dante was responsible for attracting attention and fighting his way to the top.

Nero, on the other hand, hid in the shadows and provided assistance to Dante, just as she had helped him enter the Soul Forge just now. She would wait until Dante led Mendes out of his room, and then she would go and close the door to the demon world.

Then the two of them reunited and completely defeated Mondes, completing the mission.

The elevator continued to rise. When the elevator door opened again, Dante saw a dense crowd of armed guards standing in front of him.

No, it was just an illusion. The so-called guards were just scenery in the real world. In Limbo, Dante could see the true appearance of these "people".

They had long been corrupted by Mondes and degenerated into demons. Furthermore, the higher up one went, the more serious this phenomenon became.

The guards here are actually just weak minions. The real event will come when he reaches the upper levels of the bank and meets the executives and big clients.

Seeing the barrel of the gun pointed at him, Dante raised his hands and said, "Hey, could you please put your guns down?"

Of course, there was no answer. On the contrary, they even planned to pull the trigger and shoot Dante right there and then.

"Otherwise, I'm..." As a fully awakened Nephilim, even human bullets wouldn't hurt Dante. Adding the demon's power, only a few splashes of blood would heal in less than half a second, barely even a superficial wound.

But for Dante, things didn't work that way.

"I will fight back!"

The moment the guns fired, Dante reached out and swung out a barbed flywheel, slicing the gun barrels pointed at him in half. Bullets shattered by the flywheel shattered the gun barrels and flew in all directions, turning into a torrential rain of metal that hammered against the elevator walls.

After destroying the gun, Dante retracted the flywheel and turned it into a big sword, swinging it at the leading demon: "Fuck you, this is all I have now!
"If it's broken, you have to pay for it!"

This is true. Remember Dante's flooded RV? That was all he had except for his two guns, including his clothes.

But... okay. Actually, Dante didn't mind streaking. After all, his body wasn't something to be ashamed of. On the contrary, he was even happy to show it to others—especially women. If you want to use a metaphor, you could say he was as perfect as an ancient Greek sculpture.

But if he doesn't mind, someone will naturally help him mind. If he doesn't want to be decent, someone will come to help him be decent.

This is also common sense in the world.

These demons, fallen from humanity, were connected to the Silver Bag Tower and were more powerful than the demons outside. But they were still no match for Dante, just small fry. He dispatched them quickly, but it looked like he couldn't continue riding the elevator.

The Silver Bag Tower was a hundred stories high. Who could bear to be stopped at each floor after sitting on it? He might as well have run a few more steps.

"Now it's... damn, it's only around thirty floors?"

Never mind, at least give it one more try. Dante convinced himself and stepped back into the elevator. The guards wouldn't bother him on every floor, so it wouldn't be too late to leave when he really couldn't.

Fortunately, the elevator number began to rise steadily, and this time it stopped above "88".

This was the financial district within the building, where the most thoroughly corrupted demons gathered. As the elevator door opened, Dante saw dark shadows moving around outside. They all looked towards the elevator door, and a nauseating stench suddenly filled the area.

"Damn it!"

He covered his nose, but the stench from the devil still persisted in drilling into his nose: "If Mondes burned only the likes of you, then he was right to do so!"

This was merely an angry remark. Saying that saving them in the first place wasn't right after they'd already been corrupted by Mendes was a bit of an afterthought. Even so, as Dante watched the ghostly figures projected from the real world melt like wax pillars, then coalesce into an ugly, behemoth-like mass in the center, he felt a slight nausea.

The demon looked like a giant, dark hand with eyes, standing up, perhaps ten meters tall. It crawled along the ground with disgusting movements, clawing at Dante.

"You deserve to be burned in the furnace!"

Dante withdrew one of his own.

(End of this chapter)