Mission 46 Sparta's power

"I'm not interested in you at all."

"Bang."

A shadow flashed, and Arkham had been punched away by Phils.

"Boring people, hum." It goes without saying that Phils' interest in Arkham's appearance, which had been expecting to fight with Virgil, suddenly dissipated.

"Ha ha, you only saw the legends and records about knights, but you didn't see another legend that was not recorded. Now I'll show you." Arkham, who was smashed out, quickly stood up again, his eyes turned red and white, and the momentum on his body changed.

Arkham's abnormal performance made Fils understand that his knowledge was still too little, at least he didn't know what Arkham's changes were about.

"Fragile human beings do not hesitate to pray for the power of demons in order to gain power. Everything is to become a real god, and I am the one who is about to enter the temple." Arkham is intoxicated with his own power and fantasizes about becoming the ruler of mankind.

"I only saw a clown exaggerating fart in front of me." Phils hates people like Arkham very much. He is obviously weak, but he has to pretend to be great.

"Then I want to show you the potential of human beings."

"impact"

"Bang."

Akam was like a rhinoceros, flying to Phils' BT muscles and his huge body, moving like a "human-shaped tank", but the absolute power in his mouth was blocked by Phils's hand.

"Get out!"

"Bang."

Phils threw him out with one hand. At the first meeting, he was willing to take Arkham seriously, but when he saw his face clearly, Firs was ready to torture him to death.

Absolute power? It's not as powerful as my dog."

"The anger of the devil's left hand."

"Wha?"

Phils' arm suddenly turned into the devil's arm, and the magic formed when he waved his fist actually transformed into the devil's howling.

"K."

"Ah!"

Phils knocked off one of Arkham's arms with one punch.

"I'll give you another punch."

"Puff."

Akam's arms were smashed by Phils close to his shoulders.

"Wo."

"Huh?"

"Puff."

Phils pulled down his shoulder with a paw on his injured shoulder.

"Bang." The fragile shoulder bone was like a cotton in his hand and broke with a gentle pinch.

"Is this your strength?" The minced meat from Firs's claws picked up and put it in front of Arkham. After asking, he put a hard on his hand, and the minced meat turned into mud and was still on the ground.

"hehe"

Akam smiled, as if the person who was injured just now was not him at all.

"Oh, roar!"

In the blink of an eye, Arkham changed his skin, and the clown emperor appeared in front of Fields in a blink of an eye.

"Demon brother, your means are too cruel. It's too bad to use such means for small characters like me."

"In the end, ridiculous human beings still have to use the power of demons."

"Error, completely wrong, this is not a use, but a clever borrowing, just like God borrowed the power of the whole world, and I am just a character who is about to become the next god."

"If I remember correctly, you still have a form."

"Cache." Firth pulled out the knife.

"You'd better use the last form directly. I don't have time to play games with you here."

"If this is what you want."

"Wow."

Arkham also knows that the speed of the clown emperor is very fast, but it is only a function of delaying time. Only the final demon form can compete with the guy in front of him.

"Bomb."

The Spartan power hidden by Arkham was finally released. It was too powerful. After his demon form appeared, the air around him was assimilated by the power of this curse. The turbulence of the air had no natural order. It can be seen from the shaking on Phils' clothes, which was completely Not a level.

"You are also the first person to die under the power of Sparta." The arrogant Arkham still can't see the situation in front of him.

"Is this just the curse power left by the sealed demons, the power of Sparta? Humph, just because you speculative bastard still want to get the power of Sparta. When your body comes into contact with that power, it will be crushed by that power in an instant, so that you will die. Don't die twice. You don't know that you just get just some residual curse power, idiot.

"Shut up!"

"Woth."

Three magic spears were fired at Phils.

"Papa." The devil's arm easily grabbed three long guns in his hand.

"Purple magic means something that you won't understand at all. White, black, red and yellow, these four magics are the orthodox demon power, you stupid X."

"Sw."

"Puff." Three long guns were accurately inserted into Arkham's three largest magic cores.

"Finally, I'll give you a good job."

"Magic chopping, destruction."

"Bang Zhan."

The magic knife waved three times in the air, and no knife light flashed, only the sound produced by the knife, and Arkham's body stayed stiffly in place.

"Bomb."

The three cores were broken, and with the three knives that Firth gave him, without the power of the magic core, Arkham's body was an empty shell. With a loud noise, his dream of becoming a god finally came to an end.

"Goodbye!"

"Ah?"

We met again, and it turned out that Arkham's fate was not as good as the first time. At least for the first time, he could still use this power, but he only used it once to meet Phils.

"Cut."

With the disappearance of Arkham, the three light columns in the god and demon palace did not appear. This time, only one light column appeared in the middle of the platform, and the place where the light column was connected was the sky.

"Am I going to experience Dante's story?" Looking at the beam of light in front of him, Firth guessed evilly. Unfortunately, his guess was very correct, but his process was completely different from Dante's.

"

Phils, who walked into the beam of light, was sucked up by the power in the sky, completely the same plot as Dante. This time, the protagonist changed to him, and Arkham that Dante met after going up has hung up, so only two people can be Phils's opponents, Virgil and Dante.

When flying up, he calmly reasoned except for the remaining opponents.

"Will it be Dante? Yes, it's better not to be him. I don't want to fight with him. If it's Virgil, I'd be happy to fight with him.

For him, it's a pity that he can't fight with Virgil, because he doesn't think Virgil is worse than Dante in terms of strength or ability, because Virgil's growth has long surpassed Dante, which is the difference between him and Dante, and the encounter on the Teminig can be explained. Why is Virgil better than Dante?

When we didn't meet, Dante was still a hairy boy, and Virgil had mastered the power of demonization and his understanding of the Spartan necklace. It had the ability to control demons, but Dante didn't know these things at all. It's not that Dante was very poor, but Dante's desire for power was not so strong. .

No one knows Virgil's growth process, but it can be seen from his desire for power that his growth will never be as smooth as Dante. He must have experienced a lot of things, and it is extremely difficult. Otherwise, he would not have such a strong desire for strength. His strength is no worse than Dante. It can be that his heart has completely deviated from normal growth, not to gain strength by his own efforts, but to get the so-called power through those extreme means. This is the difference between him and Dante. The reason for losing is that his heart is too extreme, and he does not have a square mentality or use his mind. In studying your own strength, more attention is spent on how to find strength, while Dante and he are completely opposite. A normal heart can make you burst out your potential in adversity.

"Wang."

Before he appeared, he heard the sound of the water flowing. After hearing the sound of the water, his heart calmed down. For Virgil, he felt like facing his former self. It was normal to be young and vigorous, but the competitive stubborn personality was very abnormal. Phils did that. He was recognized by others, and he didn't understand what Virgil was for. Maybe he was the only one who knew the answer.

"Wo." He came to the place where Dante and the Virgil brothers fought.

Virgil's tragedy is that he was guided by wrong ideas and formed a deep-rooted psychological knot. He stubbornly believes that only absolute force is the foundation of everything. Growing up in a cruel environment also makes him ruthless and lose his family affection. The only thought left is to protect himself. My brother Dante.

Virgil, who does not have a normal life, will choose to believe that no one will. In order to make himself stronger, he always wanders in the killing and constantly fights with demons and powerful enemies. His magic knife dares to stab anyone for strength. Even in the face of Mondes, he does not give up the concept of attack. This is Wei Ji Er.

However, the fate arrangement is destined to have a war between him and Fields. Their personalities, ideas, and way of handling personnel are exactly the same, and Phils's regret is completely filled at this moment.

Standing on the top of the cliff leading to the demon world, Virgil's invincible demeanor made Phils feel that this was the arrogance that a magic swordsman should have, contempt for all enemies.

"Wang."

The first time the two met, but after the first meeting, Firth felt that they seemed to be friends who had known each other for many years.

"You come to pursue strength." Virgil said to him with his back.

"You also died in pursuit of strength." When Phils finished speaking, his hand had been placed on the handle of the knife.

"That's right."