Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 391 Mission: 15-3 Evil Mask
Next, every floor of the Silver Bag Tower was reduced to utter devastation by Dante's raging assault. While Dante focused all attention, fighting his way through the demons, Nero quietly and unnoticed made his way to the Silver Bag Tower's control room. The power source, the furnace, had been destroyed, and chaos was already raging inside. A group of demons were chaotically discussing how to resolve the situation.

They didn't stand a chance.

First, the camera in the room suddenly burst into bright sparks, followed by a flash of blade light. The demons who looked up at that place all fell down. Nero then sheathed his sword and revealed himself.

The complex instrument panel was filled with all sorts of data, but Nero was too lazy to understand what they meant, so he just rained down swords to destroy them all.

Even though the tower was built for Mondes, and Mondes didn't need these instruments to activate it, it would at least blind his "eyes" inside the tower. Because all the display screens, stored surveillance cameras, and data records had now vanished under Nero's attack.

As expected, after Nero left, the chain reaction of the furnace explosion finally fed back to the Silver Bag Tower. The magic power that filled the tower was completely cut off at this moment, and the changes in the Spirit Limbo stopped.

Nero had previously suspected that since Mendes couldn't manifest in his true form, there must be a limit to the power he could exert in this world, even if he was connected to the Demon Realm. Now it seemed that her suspicions were at least partially correct. Without the support of the Silver Bag Tower, Mendes seemed unable to fully control the Limbo.

Next, it depends on Dante's performance.

After a long, deep, quiet and creepy arched glass corridor, Dante finally saw the Demon Emperor Mendes.

This was the second time he met this person, and he looked no different from when he was seven years old.

Mundus sat on a throne-like soft chair, his back to the approaching footsteps. He stared directly at the scarlet vortex that occupied an entire wall inside the room, enclosed in a golden frame decorated with gorgeous reliefs, and asked:
"Are you satisfied now? Hmm?"

Dante dragged his sword, saying nothing.

So, Mondes continued to speak, "You destroyed my business, killed my child, and hindered my trade... What benefits did the leader of that terrorist organization promise you to make you go against me like this?"

"To go against you?"

Dante couldn't help but sneer, "You're the one who doesn't want me to live, right?"

"I don't deny that."

Mendes pushed his chair aside and stood up, looking sideways at Dante who was standing at the end of the corridor.

His expression was impassive, and three deep scars on his forehead, like eyes, were faintly visible in the scarlet light. "But even so, don't you think you've gone too far?"

"You killed my mother," Dante replied coldly. "From that point of view, nothing I do to you is excessive."

"Ah... so this is revenge." Mendes nodded slightly, "I see."

He moved his feet slightly and stood in front of the gate to the demon world, facing Dante and stretching his hands to both sides.

Specks of red light overflowed from the vortex behind him and fell on him.

"But isn't this a bit reckless?" Mendes mocked Dante. "You can't kill me on your own. Not only can you not kill me, but you've also disrupted social order and destroyed the lives of many people. Do those you've harmed have the right to seek revenge against you?"

Dante frowned unhappily: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Do you not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?"

Mendes looked at Dante with an elegant yet playful expression and said, "You destroyed the Magic Drink Factory. All its employees will be unemployed. The Magic Drink Factory's distributors will also suffer losses and be forced to lay off employees. Even the sellers will be the same. Many people will become homeless on the streets just to satisfy your momentary gratification."

"Haven't you ever thought about these?"

Like an old man giving advice, Mendes leaned forward and raised a soul-torturing question: "This is the order. A small move affects the whole body. Every move you make will have many people pay the price." But Dante did not hesitate and immediately raised the sword in his hand.

"Don't try to fool me, Mendes," he replied. "You're the one who fired the employees, and you're the one who made them bear the losses. They were on your side, so you're responsible for them. Your evil factory must be brought down, and they are also unwitting accomplices in its evil."

"...He's quite a sharp-tongued brat."

"You too, old man."

"Well then, as you said, I should be responsible for them."

Mendes raised his hand again and said sternly, "So what are you doing now? Killing the people responsible?
"Then the responsibility falls on you again?"

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the magnificent room. "And this bank. If you kill me, guess how many companies will go bankrupt? By then, the world's unemployed people will be lined up in rows that can circle the earth three times.

"Have you ever thought about what the world will be like then? Countless homeless people will wander the streets, looting and burning to survive, and order will completely collapse. How many people will die because of you, and how many families will be destroyed because of you?"

Mendes stretched his short, thick neck and asked with a smile, "Are they all the 'accomplices of evil' you mentioned?"

Dante frowned. He didn't expect that what Mendes said would actually cause him to hesitate.

Hasn't Nero arrived yet?

"What do you want to say?" Dante asked back.

“I brought order to this world.”

Mendes smiled. His face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes were narrowed into slits. "And you, have only brought death and disaster. To be honest—"

"You are the 'evil' party."

This bald old man in a black suit made such a conclusion.

"Dante, it's time to take action."

Dante finally heaved a sigh of relief after hearing these words. He twisted his arms, which had been raised stiffly, and blinked.

"I don't think so," he said. "It is your order that is evil."

By this time Nero had already arrived nearby, and all Dante had to do was to provoke Mendes, start a battle with him, and lure him out of the room.

Because Dante is the only Nephilim Mendes knows, Mendes will only fall for his tricks.

So Dante continued, "You know what, Mondes, you and your order are shit. You can't care if I smash your factory or kill your little baby—"

Mendes's breath suddenly stagnated.

Then it exploded instantly.

(End of this chapter)