American comic world demon hunter

Dante looked at the corpse in front of him in silence.

It was this corpse that had just madly drawn a gun and shot countless people, but when he died, he actually dared to say that he was a hero.

What gives a madman such confidence? Can being mad be a reason to escape guilt?

Dante's world never leaves a chance for murderers.

Dante pulled the sword out of the policeman's chest without a drop of blood on it.

"Devil, don't think that I can't see you if you hide."

Dante planted Rebellion on the ground and dipped his index finger into the blood flowing from his chest. The blood that was not given divinity by Dante still looked red. Although this blood did not have the power of divinity, it was equally precious.

"Show me your true identity"

Dante sprinkled his red blood on the policeman's body. The next moment, the policeman's body began to rapidly emit black smoke. This was not because the body was on fire, but because his soul was being burned again.

Dante's blood contains the power of angels and demons. As long as Dante deliberately expels part of his demon's power from the blood, then the only thing left in this drop of blood will be the power of angels.

At this time, Dante's blood is like the blood of angels. They cause more damage to demons than the purest holy water.

As the black smoke continued to dissipate, three seconds later, Dante saw the target of his trip, the devil

However, the demon Dante saw was really different from what he imagined.

This is obviously just a little devil that has not yet hatched. This kind of little devil can parasitize on the host's soul. When it absorbs enough madness and fear from the host, it will break out of its shell and possess the host. Continue to do evil until it is powerful enough to summon the Gate of Hell, and they will leave the host and return to hell, taking the host's soul with them along the way.

Dante doubtfully weighed the unhatched devil's baby in his hand. Not only did this devil's baby not hatch, it was even very weak. Could it be that people like the mad policeman couldn't provide it with enough madness?

Looking at the swaddling clothes in his hand, Dante should keep it. The one who can implant this kind of swaddling clothes into the human soul is at least a big devil. However, Dante does not have a container that can hold the devil.

So, Dante threw the devil's swaddling clothes into the air, and with a rebellious sweep, he cut it in half. The black briquette-like devil's swaddling clothes disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.

When the swaddling clothes dissipated, a little red light appeared in the air. This red light rushed into Dante's body in an instant, so fast that even Dante didn't react.

"Damn"

Dante screamed in shock. This red light was clearly left by the dissipated demon. In Dante's eyes, anyone who has anything to do with demons is not a good thing, including himself.

As a result, Dante quickly sensed his body, but his body was not as dangerous or dangerous as he imagined. On the contrary, as Dante inhaled the red light, Dante's recovery speed from the gunshot wound actually accelerated.

Moreover, Dante was very sure that his energy value was still 346 in the last second, but after the red light was absorbed by him, his energy value definitely increased by at least ten points.

"What the hell is this? Did the universe recognize that I killed demons as a good deed and gave me a reward?"

Dante thought for a few seconds, but finally couldn't find a clue, so Dante simply stopped thinking about it.

Dante glanced around and saw that at least seven people had been shot. Two of them had their heads blown off. There was obviously no way for them to survive. The remaining five could still be saved.

Dante walked to the nearest wounded man and gently stroked his forehead.

"Hiss"

The girl dressed as a waiter took a long breath first, and then opened her eyes. She looked in pain. Her left arm and right waist were shot.

The little girl looked less than twenty. Maybe she worked in this store for social experience, but at this moment, all she felt was fear.

"Am I going to die?"

The girl stretched out her good right hand and grasped Dante's hair. Her painful expression relaxed, and she felt a call from another world.

"Are all angels as handsome as you?"

As if the girl couldn't feel the pain, she stroked Dante's hair in confusion. Dante knew that this girl might have returned to her original state of mind.

"They are much uglier than me." Dante gently patted the girl's forehead. The next moment, the girl howled in pain.

"Ah ah ah, what did you do to me? It hurts. Please stop. Please let me die."

The girl lay in Dante's arms crying in pain, but Dante looked at the current girl and smiled.

"Pain is normal. Your soul has just left your body, so you feel comfortable and happy. However, I pressed your soul back. If you hold on for a while, you can survive. .”

Dante leaned over and whispered softly into the girl's ear, his voice seemed to have magic power.

"Only when you feel enough pain can you enjoy the taste of happiness. This is what my master told me at the beginning. Now I will tell you it."

The girl seemed to hear Dante's words clearly, and even though she kept twitching in pain, she never asked for death.

"Don't move, police, let go of the hostage in your hands and raise your hands."

Just when Dante was about to put the girl down to take care of the next wounded person, Dante suddenly heard the above sentence.

Police what?

When Dante followed the sound, he suddenly became nervous.

There was a group of people standing at the door of the restaurant. They were wearing the same clothes as the lunatic just now. Damn it, this was actually an organization.

Dante quickly put down the screaming girl, and in the next moment, Dante raised the rebellious sword.

"Although you don't have the smell of devil on your body, you are wearing the same clothes as the perpetrator."

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Dante moved his neck and made a clicking sound.

"No matter in any world, the God of War will not regard the slaughter of the weak by the strong as justice. Although I am not the God of War yet, you will still regret meeting me."

"Stand back, put down your weapons, put your head in your hands and kneel on the ground."

The leader of the police shouted loudly, and what he said completely angered Dante.

"How dare you make me kneel down"

Dante rushed forward quickly and slashed at the shouting policeman with his sword.

"shot"

I saw the policeman rolling to the right in embarrassment. While rolling, he gave the order to shoot.

Gunshots continued to sound, and this time it was Dante who dodged in embarrassment.

However, even if Dante was more agile, he could not dodge all the bullets at such a close distance. In less than two seconds, there were at least fifteen more blood holes in Dante's body.

"Damn, I should really prepare myself a set of armor first. More than that, even if I have a long-range weapon at this time, I won't be in such a mess."

At this time, Dante missed his armor and hand crossbow that were corrupted by the eternal power, but nostalgia couldn't help him now, so Dante could only jump hastily and hide behind the cashier.

"Put down your weapons, raise your hands, you have been shot, as long as you surrender, you can get treatment"

"roll"

Dante shouted fiercely. The next moment, Dante endured the pain and jumped up. He kicked his feet on the wall alternately and rushed to the police with a posture that they could not imagine.

At this time, Dante was not holding the Rebel. The excessively reduced energy value prevented Dante from holding the Rebel and making flexible movements. So, Dante used his fists and kicks to quickly knock down the two policemen closest to him.

"Damn it, are your guns just decorations?"

The policeman kicked Dante on the lower back, but Dante did not fall down as he expected.

Dante turned around suddenly and quickly reached out to clamp the police leader's neck.

"Your voice makes me sick, asshole."

Just as Dante was about to break the policeman's neck, Dante heard gunshots behind him.

"Well"

After the gunshot, Dante felt dizzy. The shot accurately hit the back of Dante's head. Even though Dante was a divine creature, this kind of injury caused him endless pain.

Dante no longer had the strength to lift the policeman, so he threw the policeman away. After that, Dante stood there dizzy.

"Up"

A group of policemen rushed forward quickly, hitting Dante with batons repeatedly.

"Get away from me"

Dante waved his hands in a daze, constantly knocking back the police around him. His blood continued to flow from his body. Even the police were shocked by Dante's madness.

"Keep your distance and kill on the spot"

The little boss gave the order again, and the police left Dante where he was. They raised their guns and aimed at Dante.

Dante's eyes were a little blurry. He wanted to reach out and touch the back of his head, but it always felt like his head had been opened.

This feeling, haha, this feeling is like the sap slapped by the God of Assassin back then.

"shuang"

Dante shouted in confusion. In his mind, he seemed to have returned to his glorious past. He was imagining that he had withstood the damage of the sap and pushed the Assassin God to the ground and beat him violently.

The next moment, the police opened fire. This time, the police did not avoid Dante's vital points. Nearly seventy bullets burst into Dante's chest and head.

"Do not"

The little waitress lying on the ground in the distance didn't know where she got the strength. She actually crawled to Dante's side dragging a broken arm and bleeding wounds.

"Why?" the waitress cried, looking at the police present with chilling eyes.

"He is my savior, why do you want to kill him?"

More and more people rushed into the restaurant, and the voices in the restaurant gradually became louder, but the waitress girl was just treated like a corpse by the doctors. Her eyes lingered with a little nostalgia, and even more with countless hatreds.

The police cordon had already been set up outside the restaurant, and the female reporter was holding her camera and standing outside the cordon, waiting for Dante to come out.

Dante just left a great impression on her. She was a trainee reporter. Originally, she was going to interview the owner of this restaurant today, but when she just arrived, there was already chaos in the restaurant.

At this moment, she saw Dante. Dante's long silver hair seemed to have its own light effect, deeply attracting the reporter's eyes, and Dante's next behavior attracted the reporter's heart even more.

When everyone was indifferent and did not help the pregnant woman, Dante helped her, which made the female reporter's heart tremble. By some strange combination of circumstances, the female reporter photographed Dante and the pregnant woman at that moment. Then, the female reporter hurried To help pregnant women deliver their babies.

However, after that, the female reporter watched Dante rush into the restaurant where the criminals were.

"Is he trying to stop the terrorist attack?" The female reporter looked at Dante's back as he rushed into the restaurant in shock. She took a picture of that moment again.

But now, until most of the police have left the scene, many of their colleagues have also left, and the forensic doctor has even walked out of the restaurant, but the female reporter still has not seen Dante.

She was a little flustered.

She was praying. She didn't know why she was praying for Dante, but the next moment, she lost the strength to pray.

She saw another person being carried out of the restaurant. The black cloth wrapped around this person meant that it was a corpse.

The female reporter cried.

She cried and took the last photo she took today. In the photo, there was only a body covered by a black cloth on a stretcher, but the messy hair of the body was silver-white.