Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 394 Mission: 16-2 Time of Judgment
“Dante—!!!”

The dark giant opened his scarlet eyes and stood up from between the burning buildings.

This was the demonic body that Mundus had forged in the mortal world after abandoning his human form. Due to a lack of time, this body was extremely crudely crafted and could not possibly meet Mundus's vision of himself as a "god."

Neither holy nor majestic, the body gleaming with scarlet flames instead only exudes ugliness and cruelty.

"You've already lost!" Dante stretched out his hand fearlessly and pointed directly at Mendes' nose.

Although he doesn't have a nose on his face.

"I am Mondes, I am God!"

Mendes reached out and held onto the nearby building, nearly knocking it over. His face, emitting a fiery, foul smell, came close to Dante and he roared fiercely, "God will not lose!"

"You're a fucking piece of shit!"

Dante started cursing in a very rude manner, and then spat in Mundus's eyes, which were flashing red, in a very rude manner.

Mendes instantly became furious and opened up his dark domain to swallow Dante.

But at this moment, Dante grasped the pendant on his chest and poured endless magic power into it. The magical waves emanating from his body swallowed up the surrounding colors, slowly stopping everything.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

A swift flash of light struck from the sky like a shining meteor, slamming fiercely into the right side of Mendes' head. A scar that ran through the entire face suddenly appeared on that ugly face.

One of Mundus's eyes shattered.

“Hoo-ohh ...

In the slow-motion world, Mendes leaned back in pain, and the sound he made was infinitely prolonged, turning into an unbearable low vibration.

Nero, who had smashed one of Mendes' eyes, landed on the roof, stood up and looked at Dante: "Sorry for the wait."

"Hopefully it's worth it," Dante said.

"of course."

The next moment, the world returned to normal, and the two people who were standing on the roof disappeared again.

Dante used his hook to weave between buildings, looking for an opportunity to strike. Nero, on the other hand, didn't think twice and leaped towards Mendes, intending to go straight for his other eye.

Those three eyes were the weak point of its body, and in some ways, the symbol of its "world dominance." Destroying them would significantly reduce Mondes's power.

Although Mondes now... doesn't have much strength left.

With this body, it might be able to quickly destroy a city, slowly flatten a country. But having fallen to this point, what kind of king of the demon world is it?
At this moment, it is only surviving by relying on its immortal soul.

"I heard that your soul is immortal..." Nero said with a smile on his face, glancing sideways at the Silver Bag Tower burning in flames in the distance.

She spun the sickle in her hand and was about to swing it towards Mendes' other eye.

"But he's just a sitting duck!"

Mendes' broken body was filled with rage even more intense than when he faced Dante, towards this guy who had destroyed all his plans and ruined his thousand-year plan.

"You are disrespectful to God—!"

It swung its arms, trying to knock down Nero's leaping form. Nero, in turn, smiled and taunted it even more pointedly, "You're such a loser, and you still dare to call yourself a god?"

Not to mention Mondes who looks like a pure white statue in another world, even the savior of the Pope of the Demon Sword Cult is much more decent than this, right?
Mundus couldn't refute this statement. Seeing its narcissistic attitude as it built a cathedral for itself, it knew it must also hate its current appearance. The thought of "not wanting to die" was the only driving force behind its creation of this unattractive black giant.

"Uhhhhhhhh!!!"

As expected, Mondes, who was unable to make any rebuttal, roared and increased the speed of his hands again.

Continuing forward, Nero had no time to dodge the incoming palm. But that didn't matter; it simply created an opening for the other side. Nero swung his scythe in advance, tearing a crack in Mendes's hand and passing through it, but at the same time, he lost the opportunity to attack and flew over Mendes' head.

"That thing on your face can spray shit more than your ass!" Dante also attacked while cursing, grabbed Mendes' body with a grappling hook and flew over here. The weapon in his hand turned into a big axe and smashed it down on Mendes' head.

Nero, who had landed on the rooftop on the other side, sighed helplessly. She still couldn't get used to this Dante's vulgar language. The words he used when cursing were even fouler than the male Nero she knew. She felt uncomfortable just calling him Nero Nero, let alone Dante.

I really don’t know who he learned this from.

Dante's axe dug deep into Mendes's scalp, nearly splitting his central eye in two. But even a lean camel is bigger than a horse. He roared and unleashed a burst of magical power, sending the tiny ant Dante flying with a storm-like shockwave.

At that moment, crimson clouds gathered in the sky, enveloping Lingbo City like a massive storm. The eye of the storm was the pitch-black giant before them. Those crimson clouds, like those in Lingbo Prison, were the magical energy emanating from the shattered Lingbo Prison. Cut off from the demonic realm and unable to replenish his energy, Mondes refused to give up and continued desperately collecting these fragments of power scattered across the human world.

Around it, magic twisted space, expanding the small patch of Limbo that Mendes was in, repairing it bit by bit. Mendes wanted to cover the city with Limbo once again, gaining more power from it.

But this was merely a temporary solution. Without the support of the Demon Realm Gate, the remaining magic power alone could not sustain the existence of the Soul Prison. Mondes's defeat was inevitable.

“It’s really ugly.”

Nero leaped back and landed above Mendes' head again, casually slashing out two huge cross-shaped blades of light. "Since you claim to be a god, shouldn't you die with more dignity?"

Mendes swung his fist again, and his mountain-like fist collided with the larger light blade, and both shattered together.

Then the surging red cloud brought metal, cement, stones and other things into Mondes' wound, trying to repair it.

Dante, who was blown away, also threw a dart as big as a basin at Mendes' face, and said with no virtue at all: "Mendes, you know, you will soon be reunited with your little baby in the toilet of hell! And your ugly lover!"

Unable to win the argument with these two people, Mendes had completely given up on the verbal battle. Unable to vent his anger, he could only stretch out his hand to block Dante's dart and punch Dante again.

(End of this chapter)