"Ha, brats nowadays are really precocious. You can already shoot at such a young age?"
Facing the bullets fired by Sareth, the middle-aged man in a red windbreaker in front of him quickly pulled out the greatsword on his back and swung it repeatedly, cutting the magic power bullets in half one after another. At the same time, he did not forget to tease Sareth.
Seeing this scene, Sareth was dumbfounded. He realized that this seemingly decadent man in front of him had sword skills beyond his imagination, and he subconsciously forgot to continue shooting.
Seeing the flame bullets cut in half and exploding into two small balls of flames not far behind him, the middle-aged man could not help but frown under his white hair. Of course, he could feel the magic power contained in these bullets, so he looked at the gun in Sareth's hand. At first glance, he immediately discovered that this gun was extraordinary.
Although this gun looked no different from ordinary human guns, the middle-aged man keenly discovered that the material used to make this gun did not seem to be metal …
He frowned and asked, "Brat, where did you get this gun?"
"What does it have to do with you?" Sareth said angrily. "Also, I said not to call me brat!"
"Okay, okay. A young man wants to prove that he's grown up … But if you don't want me to call you brat, you have to tell me your name, right?" The middle-aged man shrugged and spread his hands.
"… Sareth!" After hesitating for a moment, Sareth still said his name. He realized that this human in front of him was very strong, and he seemed to … be unable to defeat him.
"Sareth?" The middle-aged man recalled in his mind and confirmed that this name was completely unfamiliar to him, so he was even more puzzled. "Sareth, are you alone? Where are your … parents? "
Hearing this, Sareth became vigilant again. Although he was inexperienced, he knew that when a stranger asked about his situation, he could not easily tell him.
In particular, Sareth felt immense pressure and danger from this middle-aged man who looked somewhat decadent in front of him. Without knowing the other party's intentions, Sareth was unwilling to say anything, so he carried Executioner on his back, held his gun, and was on guard against the middle-aged man. Then he stepped back step by step, wanting to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Seeing that Silas wanted to run, the middle-aged man couldn't help but take two steps forward. As a result, the next second, Silas fired two shots at him.
The middle-aged man had no choice but to cross the sword in his hand to block the two bullets. But when he put down the sword in his hand, he saw Sareth's rapidly fleeing back. After running for a short distance, he turned a corner at a fork and disappeared.
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to chase after him, a voice came from behind him. "Dante, are you done? What took you so long? "
The middle-aged man named Dante turned around and saw two slim figures walking over from behind. They were two women dressed in sexy clothes. The one walking in front had a head full of blonde hair, and she was only wearing a corset, which accentuated her proud figure. She was wearing a pair of leather pants and a pair of high boots. Her right hand was holding a gun on her shoulder, and her left hand was holding a gun by her leg. Standing there casually, her curves could be said to be alluring.
The other woman a little behind had elegant short black hair. She was wearing a white leather jacket, and her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. A pair of goggles hung around her neck, and she was wearing a pair of short black leather pants that only reached her thighs. Two pistols were in holsters on the outside of her thighs. In particular, she was carrying an RPG rocket launcher on her back, making her look a little violent.
This woman with short black hair also had an explosive figure and a pair of strange eyes. Her left eye was red, and her right eye was blue, leaving a deep impression on people at first glance.
The two women still had a thick smell of gunpowder on them, as though they had just gone through a battle. After seeing Dante, they walked over.
"Trish, Lady …" Dante heaved a sigh of relief. He turned his wrist and inserted the sword with the demon skull pattern on its hilt into his back before turning around.
"Huh?" Seeing his actions, the eyes of the two women called Trish and Lady flickered. "You even pulled out Rebellion. Did you encounter a troublesome enemy?"
"No, I encountered … a child!" Dante replied.
"A child?" Trish and Lady could not help but look at each other. Then the blonde Trish put her gun back into her holster, crossed her arms, and asked, "You attacked a child?"
"That brat isn't an ordinary person!" Dante spread his hands. "I don't know why, but when I saw that brat, I felt a strange feeling from him … It's very familiar, as if he's the same kind …"
Before he finished speaking, the eyes of Lady, who was carrying the rocket launcher, suddenly narrowed. "Strange feeling? Familiar? Damn it, Dante, is that your illegitimate child?! "
"What nonsense are you saying?!" Dante was dumbfounded. "How is this possible?!"
Of course, Lady knew that it was impossible, but she still teased, "Why is it impossible? Didn't you say it yourself? Since he feels like the same kind, doesn't that child mean that he's a demon like you? Maybe he was born after you fooled around with some woman … "
"Stop fooling around! I'm telling the truth! " Dante frowned and waved his hand. "This brat killed the monsters here earlier. When I saw him, he was fighting them, and the gun in his hand … looks a little like demon bones …"
After hearing this, Trish and Lady looked at each other in surprise. Trish thought for a while and said, "Could he be a child raised by some demon hunter organization? As you know, the existence of demons has been exposed to the world over the years, and those demon hunter organizations are constantly looking for ways to fight against demons. They use the body tissues of demons as materials to make weapons that can kill demons. This method isn't too rare now … "
"No, the difference is that the gun in his hand and the scythe on his back don't look like human craftsmanship …" Dante took out Rebellion from his back and looked at it. "If I have to say, that craftsmanship is more like my sword …"
"Demon creation?!" Trish and Lady were even more surprised and could not help but cry out.
"Yes, a demon creation!" Dante laughed. "Interesting. I didn't expect to encounter such an interesting thing when I received the information and rushed here to kill demons."
"Dante, we have to find that child!" Trish said solemnly. "A large number of demons appeared here before, and they should have come through a spatial rift. That child also appeared here, so we can't rule out the possibility that he came from the Demon World. Since you feel the aura of the same kind on him, he might be a demon-human like you, and he might be the child of a demon and a human …"
"Is that possible?" Lady said doubtfully, "After so many years, the only half-demons we've seen are Dante, Nero, and his brother, Vergil. Apart from the Spartan bloodline, I've never heard of any other demons being able to have children with humans!"
"Just because I've never heard of it doesn't mean it's impossible!" Trish said. "Although it's very difficult for demons and humans to have descendants, we can't rule out an extremely small probability."
With that, she turned to stare at Lady. "Your father, Arkham, used the Tower of the Demon World, Theminig, to undo the seal of Sparta, and then the Order of the Sword opened the Gate of the Demon World. After several torments, Sparta's power to seal the Demon World has been greatly weakened. There must be some changes in the situation inside the Demon World that we don't know about …"
Hearing this, Lady could not help but become serious. This woman with naturally different-colored pupils was actually the descendant of a witch. After hearing Trish's words, she had a faint uneasy premonition.
"Let's look for Morrison!" Dante said. "He's an intelligence merchant. Get him to pay attention to the whereabouts of that child. There are still some sporadic demons running out of the rift in other places. Let's finish our work first …"
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