"Huh?" Death pursed her lips and smiled, her seductive dripping eyes looking at Dante, her lips colliding against each other, occasionally seeing her smooth and soft tongue, she put her hand on the tie of the gown on her chest, and asked in a seductive voice as she gestured, "Do you really want to see my body?"

Dante frowned at death's inquiry, then chuckled.

"Of course I think, if it weren't for the fact that after I saw it, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to help but find my own death and let me come here to see you, otherwise I wouldn't mind admiring your body!"

"So you still don't want to see me!" Death snorted, and she turned to Dante with her perfectly curved back, and Dante looked at Death as he turned and sat down lightly on the ground.

"It's not that I don't want to see you, but I don't want to be sent to see you by others!" Dante sighed, he didn't care if death faced him, he muttered to himself: "Maybe I should really put the past behind, because I have no past, I am now weak as a child, but proud as a fool, God's mind has imprisoned me, should I really be the god in my heart, woman, have I gone astray?"

"Tell me why you think so?" Seeing that Dante did not hold herself from behind as she thought, Death had to turn around and sit beside Dante, her heart full of indescribable feelings.

Dante looked at Death around him, and he watched as Death leaned over to his lap, her hair scattered over Dante's legs and spread on the white snow.

Dante suddenly felt a little impulsive, he reached out and gently picked up a strand of hair, and gently turned it around his fingers, only to see Death raise her head charmingly, revealing her soft cheeks.

"You like my hair?"

Death whispered a word as he leaned his head to Dante's chest, Dante wrapped his hands around Death's shoulders, his left hand caressed Death's smooth and warm back, his right hand held Death's slender neck, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to Death's slightly pursed lips, until he felt his lips blocked.

"Why, aren't you ready?" asked Dante, looking at the finger that Death had used to cover his lips.

Hearing Dante's words, Death giggled, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Dante's body, she raised her head and kissed Dante with her eyes closed, but when Dante felt the delicate touch of Death's lips, he found Death kissing him on the cheek.

"If you want more, come and see me a few more times!"

Death giggled and threw Dante to the ground, laughing as she rubbed her little head against Dante's chest, her hair brushing Dante's face, Dante in ecstasy.

Half an hour later, Death lay firmly on Dante, and she mischievously reached out to caress Dante's face and asked softly.

"I haven't answered what I asked you just now, why do you say that you haven't gone over?"

Dante reached out and grabbed Death's boneless hand, which he pressed against his face and covered it with his large hand.

"I don't know if you have ever experienced this, when I hid my hatred for countless years, this time is even farther than the life span of the universe, because of this hatred, I survived countless pains and sufferings, but after I regained my freedom, I found that my enemy has disappeared, who should I seek revenge?"

"Dante!" Death looked at the confused eyes below her with pity, she pressed the right side of her face to Dante's left cheek, put her lips close to Dante's ear, and said softly, "Your past is not only hatred, since they are gone, forget them." ”

"Yes, I not only had hatred in the past, I had friends, brothers, and relatives, and I also had love, but these are no longer there, and now, I am alone!"

"At least you still have me, fortunately I still have you!"

Death muttered a word, Dante's words were not surprising, but what really moved Death was his eyes full of regret and remembrance, those eyes seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, allowing Death to see the countless fights and love-hate hatred that Dante had experienced in the past.

Death put her hands on Dante's jaw, and she pressed her whole body against Dante, her full breasts were glued to Dante's chest, her legs were wrapped around Dante's left leg like a snake, her bare feet were scratching Dante's calves, and she whispered.

"Because you've been through too much, you don't care about a lot of things now, and because you've been through it for too long, it's hard for you to give up the choices and persistence you made in the past!"

She looked at the silver-haired man below her with pity, Dante's hair and the snow on the ground were intertwined, as if they couldn't tell each other, and the eyes of death gradually blurred.

"Dante, I think, the more difficult it is to forget the past, the more important it is to forget, the more difficult it is to give up the attachment, the more you should give up, think about it, you will have far more wonderful experiences in the future than in the past, don't be affected by what disappears, the past is never more important than the future, because we can exist for a long time, our past is long and repeated, but the future is different, you can't think of what will happen in the future, just like I can't imagine that I will meet you!"

Death whispered, while muttering, her face was getting closer and closer to Dante, she slowly bent down, she kissed Dante's lips, but just as the two lips were about to stick together, Dante's soul suddenly disappeared into the endless snow, leaving Death himself silently looking into the distance, no one knew what she was looking at.

In a house in the wealthy area of Gotham City, Dante opened his eyes in confusion, his Adam's apple moved up and down involuntarily, and the kiss of death seemed to be close at hand, Dante was a little regretful, why did he just return to Earth at that moment?

After thinking about it, he was a little vigilant again, there was a world of death, death knew when her body would recover, she must know when her soul would leave, she should know this, she might have forgotten?

Dante shook his head, death left too much impression on him, even he couldn't help but defend her, death is like a bright flower, if you don't hold her in your hand, you will never feel her thorn, she is like a hunter, skillfully tempting herself, even if she knows everything, she still has some desire.

But thinking back to what death said, Dante had to admit that she was right, her future was destined to be wonderful, maybe she should really change, just like the demon who sent him to hell said, he became a god one by one, and even he didn't know why he wanted to become a god, what he could do after becoming a god, what should he do, fight, but even if he doesn't become a god, he can still enjoy the battle.

Why should I be troubled by my own obsession, this universe doesn't even have divinity, the divinity in my body is the last divinity, and the strength and realm I know can't well interpret the strong people of this universe, they are different from the strong people I was at the beginning, Dante remembered the tweet that Ganata sent him, although he only read a few articles hastily, but the degree of casualness in their speech is by no means what the often rigid and stubborn gods of their time can say!

"Maybe I was wrong from the start!" Dante muttered softly, remembering the first little demon he had killed as a child, "My original dream was to be an explorer, an explorer strong enough to explore all the secret realms and the lairs of the strong, why would I want to become a god of war?"

Dante clenched his fist.

"I do like the title of God of War, and I enjoy fighting even more, but that doesn't mean I have to let myself live like a battle maniac, I have lost everything I have now, I have nothing, but this also gives me the opportunity to embrace a new life, maybe, I should find my true self again!"

Dante stretched his fists, and he looked at his palms, which were constantly moving under his control, and the only thing that really controlled him was his own thoughts, not the thoughts of the god of war.

"Haha, it's much more comfortable to think about it, become a bullshit god, the life of a warrior is the life I should be most satisfied with, my existence is not much more noble than others, and now there is no race of Nephilim in the universe, I am just Dante, a warrior who likes strawberry sundaes and pizza, a demon hunter who hates demons, that's all!"

After Dante finished speaking excitedly, he stretched out with satisfaction, now he seems to have unloaded a heavy burden, which makes him feel that his whole soul is much clearer, he should enjoy his new life, why waste time and effort to develop what believers, what bullshit churches to build, what useless temples to carry, as long as he slowly becomes stronger, travel to the places he yearns for, taste the food of the whole universe, drink the strongest wine, go to the most dangerous places to satisfy his curiosity, sleep with the sexiest and most beautiful girls in the universe, use his own sword and gun, defeat everything that bores him, and be his most desired and truest self！

Dante excitedly reached out and pulled out the rebellion, his left hand touched the holster on his waist, oops, the gun is gone!

Dante glanced around, and the clothes that Death had given him were wearing on Dante, they were so comfortable that Dante would never change them, but when Dante searched the room, he didn't find his gun!

Dante remembered that when his body was destroyed by the demon with a black heart, the white tusks had lost their support and fell to the ground, but now, there was no trace of the white tusks in the room except for two corpses!

Well?

Corpse?

Dante suddenly remembered that he had indeed smelled blood at first, but when he saw the demon who called himself Mephisto, he had forgotten it.

Dante walked over to the corpses and observed the appearance of the two corpses, which they had never seen, but they did die from the demon's methods, their eyes were black tears, their heads were covered with bruises, and the damage came from the depths of their minds, was that a dream that could make them both, or some kind of illusion?

Dante thought for a moment and put the body back on the ground, the two people who died, whether they were from the Shadow Warriors League or the Assassin Alliance, were not fucking good people!

Dante put the sword back on his shoulder, he jumped out of the window, bathed in the moonlight, and walked towards the path to a new life, as for the demon who had just killed him, no matter how big it was, his hatred that had lasted for countless years had been let go, what was this!

Now, he just wants to get some sleep, sleep until he wants to wake up.