The crimson smoke wrapped in crimson sand raged mightily on the crimson land in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw the dark red sky, and when he closed his eyes, he saw the vermilion blood sprayed by the enemy when he was killed, Dante has been struggling in such a world!

The endless years of struggle have made Dante lose his former chic, the long silver hair that used to seem to be spilling brilliance all the time has become withered, the once handsome face has become thin due to the loss of strength and will, the armor that was once smeared with the blood of the red dragon has long since been corrupted to ashes, and the muscles that were once strong and perfect have become the skin and bones they are today.

The rebellious greatsword on his back had lost his divine power a long time ago, and had turned into a primitive Naphilim rune inscribed in the middle of Dante's back, and the two-handed crossbow that had been pinned to his waist did not have the good fortune of rebellion, and before the armor made of star steel had not yet corrupted, the hand crossbow made of Soul Eater sandalwood and demon elephant tusks had disappeared like smoke due to the loss of divine power.

Dante walked with difficulty, weak but mechanically on the road, where he came from and where he was going.

This is purgatory, with no time, no space, no beginning, no end, no animals, no plants, no life, and no dead.

There has never been a sun, no moon, no sun, moon and year, and the timekeeping of the sun and moon and years is completely useless here, but Dante doesn't know how long he's been here.

Dante, though, has his own way of keeping time.

Whenever he closes his eyes, all the people Dante killed before his death will reappear in front of Dante's eyes, die in front of Dante's eyes in the way they were killed in his life, and constantly rebuke Dante's sins, Dante awakened the power of Nephilim at the age of seven, that is, the power of demons, until Dante became a demigod at the age of twenty-eight, in these twenty-one years, Dante has killed a total of 3,716 angels, 9,641 demons, and eleven people.

When Dante was seven years old, he killed the first little demon who tried to take his soul to please the demon of all demons, and every time the demon howled and died on Dante's teeth, Dante knew that the nightmare of the next round of killings would begin again.

In the endless years, this little devil appeared again and again 7,643,380,7529 times.

I don't know what I remembered, but the skeletal Dante moved his head, and his withered silver hair fluttered twice, shaking off a lot of red sand.

"Maybe the Demon King didn't even think that I would survive!"

Dante struggled to move his tongue and spit out such a sentence.

"But I will appear in front of the Demon King alive and beat him into the dirt with my fists so that he can taste the sand!"

Dante clenched his fists, not so much fists as hand bones.

"I'm Dante, Dante Nephilim, I'm the son of Sparta, I'm the son of Eva, I'm a legend, I'm going to be a legend again, I love beef, I love pretty and sexy girls, I love the cries of ugly demons before they die, and I love the screams of girls in bed. ”

Dante said as he moved, he didn't know why he was walking, he didn't know where he was going, where he was about to arrive, but he knew that if he stopped, exhaustion would come back to him, make him lazy, make him a part of this purgatory, become another red sand floating in this smoke!

The endless years made Dante forget a lot of things, he forgot the joy he once felt, he forgot the pain he once felt, he forgot his friends, his enemies, and even his parents.

When Dante realizes that he is forgetting the past, every time he takes thirty steps, he repeats what he has just said, who he is, why he was born, and what he likes.

But now, he didn't know the meaning of those words, and of course he hadn't forgotten them, because he kept repeating them like a machine, but he didn't understand the content of those words.

"I started as a warrior, became a hero, became a legend, became a demigod, and was about to ignite a divine fire, but I was besieged by the Demon of Ten Thousand Demons and his minions, banished to purgatory, I have to go down, I'm leaving here, I can't stop!"

I don't know how long ago, Dante's divine power gradually drained until it was exhausted, and the talents from demons and angels were constantly overdrawn to maintain Dante's survival, Dante started from a demigod who was about to ignite the divine fire and rise to the kingdom of God, all the way down to a legend, a hero, a weak warrior who had just picked up a long sword, until now, he was as skinny as wood, and his strength was probably not as good as a baby.

"I still have hope!" Dante concluded.

At this point, he had finished speaking, but after thirty steps, he would repeat it again, telling about his past and looking forward to his future, but forgetting even the meaning of the past and the future.

He could only repeat these words every thirty steps, of course, sometimes thirty steps, sometimes thirty-two steps, sometimes twenty-eight steps, always a little more or a little less.

And the words he uttered, sometimes more, sometimes less, those words seemed to him to be mantras, meaningless, and had a different meaning, no reason, and there was a reason why he had to say.

The red sand brushed Dante's jaw and hit Dante's mandible through the skin that didn't seem to exist, so it didn't feel good to be beaten, and Dante's ears echoed the sound of sand colliding with bones.

It's a strange feeling, the echo of the jingle is like a symphony, with a playful rhythm that stretches Dante's spirit a little.

By the way, what does rhyme mean?

Forget it, don't want to.

Dante moved, took his left leg, then his right leg, it was so difficult, it was really difficult, Dante suddenly felt that maybe he could use two hands to help him move, he only had two legs moving, and these two arms and legs seemed to have no effect at all.

Dante would love to try it, maybe his hands could help him move more easily.

However, whenever Dante wanted to crawl, there was always a little resistance in his heart, after all, he couldn't remember, he had wanted to crawl at least ten thousand times.

If he gets on the ground and starts crawling, he will never be able to get up again.

He didn't know, he only knew that he seemed to have taken another thirty steps.

It seems to be.

He moved his tongue and repeated what he had just said.

"Maybe the Demon King didn't even think that I would survive,...... I still have hope!"

Is there any hope for him?

No one has ever come out of purgatory, although purgatory is called purgatory, but it is not the simple prison of the demon world close to hell, this purgatory is located on the edge of the main plane, mixed with countless eternal and time powers, and a day inside may be 10,000 years, 10,000 years, 10,000 years...... It was like a millstone that crushed and crushed all living beings, grinding light and heat into a ball, so that even the arms of the gods and demons did not dare to reach into purgatory.

When all Nephilim were thrown into Eternal Purgatory by the Demon of Demons, no one thought that any Nephilim would be able to crawl out of Eternal Purgatory.

Demons and angels, as the two strongest creatures in the main plane, represent the two extremes of the plane from birth, one is bright and the other is dark.

But Nafilim is different.

When the demon who betrayed the demon and the angel who betrayed the angel are united, the half-breed child born is called Nephilim, and Naphilim has another meaning, the demon!

Naphilim has a talent far beyond demons and angels, has the potential to defeat demon kings and god kings, and even predicts that Naphilim will one day surpass the level of the demon of all demons and the god of all gods, and become the legendary creator!

The gods of all gods did not care about the appearance of Nephilim, and each of them represented a great demon or even a demon king who had thrown himself on the side of the gods.

But the Demon of Ten Thousand Demons regarded this betrayal as a disgrace, and finally one day, the Demon of Ten Thousand Demons commanded all the demon kings of the Demon Realm, and with countless demons, he threw all the Naphilim in the world into purgatory, and crushed the true names of all the demons who betrayed.

That's why Dante came here, but he doesn't remember anymore, he just knows that when he says the word Demon King, his heart beats faster, and it's a wonderful feeling!

In the eternal purgatory, the crimson smoke was wrapped in crimson sand, each grain of sand was once a living being, and the crimson sand kept beating on Dante's thin body, as if there were countless remnants of Naphilim telling Dante something!

Dante moved, struggled, until a strange sound rang in his ears!

"Huh?"

Dante sighed lightly, raised his head, and stared ahead, and one or two beams of white light rushed in front of him, and the dazzling white light was extraordinarily warm and dazzling at this time!

In Dante's ears, the high-pitched "Didi" sound kept ringing, this sound seemed to be a sonata from heaven, although he didn't know what a sonata was, but he loved this kind of sound that didn't exist in purgatory!

"I'm hopeful!"

Even if Dante didn't know what the source of this white light was, Dante knew that the purgatory that had not changed had suddenly changed, and whether this change was good or bad, it would be the most precious treasure for Dante.

What's more, could there be anything worse than now?

Dante took quick steps, one step at a time, and one step at a time, rushing towards the white light with all his might, and the white light seemed to be getting clearer and more moving.

Dante runs with his arms outstretched, trying to reach the source of the white light that seems to be getting closer and closer to the sound of "drops" that are getting louder and louder.

"Thorn ......!"

The piercing sound sounded violently, and then, Dante wanted to touch something, or rather, it seemed that something had touched Dante, "Bang!", and Dante flew far away!

"Is this the gate out of purgatory?"

Dante was knocked off into the distance by the tremendous force of the impact, lying on his back on the ground, and in vain he stretched out his hands towards the white light!

"This one is really tough!"

Dante's hand fell back to the ground, the last of his strength was draining, and Dante was almost unable to open his eyes.

Dante's eyelids slowly closed, and the moment those eyes closed, he faintly heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and saw a figure, a woman's figure!

By the way, he seemed to have heard the figure say something, but the last moment before he fell unconscious was not enough for Dante to understand the content of the sentence.

Dante closed his eyes, and he passed out completely.