Powerful force......

Then, there was nothing more. The short burst of power from that "god", the frightened and fearful eyes of those people, the bullets kept coming, but it was extremely difficult to even get in front of them, and they even did not hesitate to use rocket launchers.

, but is it useful?

No, those people were as fragile as ants under the explosion of their own power. Although there were still some fish that slipped through the net, it was no longer important.

Power, as long as you have power, no matter humans or demons, they will succumb to powerful power. Without power, even if you have the blood of gods, you will be mercilessly killed by humans or demons.

After thinking about all this, the original resentment towards my father has gradually diminished, just like what my mother said:

"Maybe your father once experienced helplessness like us and wanted help, but what's different from him is that you have me,

And your father had nothing, so he embarked on the bumpy road of pursuing power, my child! I hope you don’t resent anything. You should be proud of your family and the blood of the gods! Just like your father...

…”

Yes, the more ferociously those demons pursue him, the greater the deeds his grandfather has done, which he has never met. As for his father, yes, even though he has never met him, he can be understood from his mother's narration.

Some of the people.

Yes, a person who often talks about pursuing power. Yes, he is right. Only power can protect everything you want to protect. Without power, you can't protect anything, not even your own life.

There is no way to protect it, let alone...

After finishing his recollection, Angelo looked at himself in the mirror. His face was so similar to that of his father Virgil that he later even wore the same clothes as his father.

Maybe his father had nothing, but he had someone he wanted to protect no matter what.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Angelo slowly stretched out his hands, then clenched them and said softly:

"I need more power!"

After saying that, he put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom quietly, making sure not to wake his mother who was lying on the sofa. Angelo walked to the window, then held the katana in his hand, leaned against the window sill, and squatted down.

This katana was forged by his mother by asking a friend to imitate his father's weapon using metal that did not belong to the human world. Although there is a saying, I always feel that as long as I use a little more force, this katana will be available at any time.

It might be broken. No wonder my mother was a little disappointed when she saw the finished product...

As he thought about it, Angelo's consciousness slowly blurred and then he fell asleep...

In the early morning, the bright sunshine passed through the window sill and reflected on the beautiful figure on the sofa. Suddenly, perhaps sensing something, the lady lying on the sofa suddenly sat up in shock, holding the lady's long sword in her hand.

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"Huh? Angelo, did you just stand like this all night?"

Looking at the tall man wearing a blue trench coat standing by the window sill, Beiya asked doubtfully.

Then I saw Angelo turn around and smile, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowing from his eyes, and then he heard:

"Haha! I thought you were going to say, you! You finally came back, and then ran over and hugged me..."

Before Angelo finished his teasing words, he was interrupted by the woman in front of him:

"Hmph! Do you think your joke is funny? You even dare to tease your mother!"

Although the tone was a bit harsh, there was no blame at all.

In fact, when Angelo put on the same clothes as his father for the first time, Beja almost thought that "he", the man who did not allow anyone to stand in front of him, was back.

After that, almost every time he got up, Angelo would subconsciously make fun of him, and his mother would also cooperate with him by being "angry". This was the only fun they had left, mother and son.

"Okay! We should leave, otherwise "they" will come after us!"

After saying that, Beja quickly packed her things and called her son to join her.

"Mother, do you have to leave here? We have only stayed for a few days. Besides, even if those guys really come, I will kill them all. Don't forget, I am Hou Yi of Sparta!"

Seeing his mother's busy figure, Angelo walked over with some distress, helping to clean up and persuading her at the same time.

"No, I have already booked the train ticket. It is still too reluctant for you to fight with those guys now. I can't rest easy just because you already have the capital to compete with them. And your father will not always hang up his words.

What if you get hurt, what if you..."

"Okay! Okay! Stop talking! Stop talking. I know my beautiful mother, so I won't say anything!"

Pouting his lips, Angelo quickly interrupted his somewhat "verbose" mother, and unconsciously speeded up his hands. After a while, both of their things were ready, and then they left the hotel and rushed to the train station.

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Yes, they are leaving the city they once stayed in again. Although their strength continues to grow with age, the number of demons they are chasing has not decreased, and this time is different from the previous ones.

The opponent is a lord-level demon. Although I don't know the opponent's name, he is very powerful.

Limited by the weapons in its hands, although its strength can cause suppression, it still allows the opponent to escape. If it were not worried that the opponent would flee the mountain and be unable to pursue it, it would not be alive today, and it seems that "it" will not give up.

.

As the saying goes, there is a kind of "thinness", which means your mother thinks you are "thin". Although I have never heard this sentence, Angelo obviously knows this truth, and he also enjoys this kind of care.

After a while, the mother and son, who had already boarded the train, were a little intoxicated by the scenery flashing by outside the window. But at this moment, Angelo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then he looked at his mother sitting opposite,

And Beiya has slowly grasped the long sword in her hand and taken out the firearm she didn't know when she got it. There is no doubt that they are coming...

In the evening, a woman with short ear-length hair, wearing a white shirt, and carrying a modified rocket launcher on her back took off her sunglasses, looked at the disfigured train car in front of her, frowned, and asked:

"Is this right here?"

"Um... yes, as one of the surviving train conductors said, there were no passengers on the train carrying explosives.

And according to our investigation results, the conductor of this train has been working on this line for more than ten years, and the train staff inspects and maintains it about once a month, so the possibility of an accident is ruled out."

The police detective looked at the report in his hand and replied in a serious tone.

After saying that, looking at the mess around her, the woman in a white shirt took off her sunglasses, then walked to the inside of the derailed carriage, observed, and then answered in a positive tone:

"If there is no accident, then it is an accident among accidents. There is only one reason, the devil!"

Some things that ordinary people cannot see, in the eyes of this experienced demon hunter, are like the reappearance of the scene right in front of him...

These were marks of being chopped with a sharp weapon. The opponent should have used a sword or other weapon.

Moreover, bloodstains can be seen everywhere, but there is not even a body.

And according to the torn fabrics around it, none of the passengers in this carriage were human, or they all turned into demons instantly. This was a premeditated attack, just like what happened in the surrounding cities half a month ago.

My mind kept deducing everything that happened at the scene. It was obvious that this was the car at the end, and that half of the car was cut off from the inside in an instant.

Are humans so skilled in swordsmanship? No, absolutely not! Human beings cannot have such great power.

Is it a demon? No! It’s impossible. If it’s really a demon, why doesn’t such a powerful demon destroy the entire train?

Inexplicably, a figure in red clothes with white hair and holding a big sword flashed in this woman's mind.

"Oh my god! What time has it been? I'm still thinking wildly! Mr. Detective, it seems that there is nothing more to investigate here. I'm going to leave first and go to the city ahead to check. If there are any clues, make this call."

After laughing at herself, the woman looked at the end of the train track, walked to a modified dark red motorcycle, put on her helmet, said something to the police detective next to her, then gave the police detective a phone call and left.

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Seeing the mess on the ground and the intermittent footprints pointing in the direction ahead, the woman smiled and then suddenly turned the handle and disappeared into the sunset.

After the police detective tried to dial the phone number left by the demon hunter, he only heard a magnetic and slightly frivolous voice on the other side of the phone:

"Devil May Cry?"
Chapter completed!