When Dante was about to punch the skeleton again, the skeleton in front of him suddenly roared fiercely.

"Stop......!

Dante interrupted him with a punch.

"Stop...... Hmm!"

Another punch!

It wasn't until the flames faded from the skeleton that the skeleton in front of him gradually turned into an old man with white hair and white beard, looking at the old face, Dante's fist finally stopped.

The old man lay on the ground and gave Dante an ugly dry smile.

"I wanted to surrender a long time ago, but your fist ...... too fast!"

"Oh!"

Dante replied casually, smashing the old man's head with a punch, and spilling blood and brains on Dante's hands, Dante sighed disdainfully, and he fell sideways and lay on the ground.

Beside him, the flaming horse was still pacing, and the horse's hooves left one hoof print after another on the ground full of sulfur, and Dante looked up at it.

"I beat your master's head into ketchup, and you're going to bite me!"

As soon as Dante's words fell, the war horse spewed a fierce burst of flames into Dante's face, and Dante glanced at the war horse through the flames without care!

"It's not just now, your flames can't hurt me, idiot, maybe you can be my mount?"

"Young man, when talking about your loot, it's best to first make sure that your enemy is dead!"

An old voice sounded beside Dante, and Dante turned his head sideways to look in the direction of the sound.

"Old fellow, you're alive!"

"Indeed, I've lived a little too long!"

The old man stretched out his hand to straighten his head, and a trace of flame continued to burn between his tattered flesh and blood, and the flames were like needles and threads, combining the minced flesh and the brain pulp that had been knocked out of him.

The old man moved his tattered chin a little, and continued to speak with difficulty.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a young man as ruthless as you!"

"Shut up, old ghost!"

Dante roared impatiently, and he casually lifted the rebel up and threw it at the old man, who first snorted, and then he pulled the rebel aside.

"Don't you see that I'm a respectable old man?"

"All I know is that not every old ghost can lift my sword!"

"Your sword?"

The old man glanced at the rebel beside him suspiciously, he casually held the hilt of the rebellious sword, took the sword in his hand and waved it twice!

"This sword is almost weightless, and I'm not old enough to lift the air!, or is there any special requirement to pick up this sword?"

Hearing the old man's words, Dante tilted his head and pouted at him.

"As long as you are really not afraid of death, you can lift this sword, this kind of fear of death is not brave, but ready to die at any time, not attached to the beauty of the world, not afraid of the pain and loneliness of death, not yearning for heaven, not avoiding hell, not retreating, not surrendering. ”

Speaking of this, Dante stretched out his leg and kicked the old man.

"You just surrendered, how did you mention rebellion, are you still unconvinced?"

"Haha!"

The old man laughed, and he inserted the rebellion back to Dante, who sat down beside him.

"I didn't surrender, I just admitted that I lost!"

The old man smiled helplessly, he reached out and touched the old horse beside him, and the flames on the old horse dissipated, revealing an old and thin horse body.

"I used to be like you, full of passion and the pursuit of danger in the world, but I am old, I see the countless mistakes I have made, I feel my bones decaying, my flame fading, my heart withering. ”

He stroked the old horse's hooves and said something with difficulty.

"So, I don't have the same eternal victory as I did when I was young, I just fought with you, although I lost, I tried my best!"

"Fart!"

Dante cursed.

"As long as you're alive, you haven't lost yet, damn, I killed you almost hundreds of times last night, how the can you survive!"

"Haha!"

The old man laughed violently, his beard trembling from laughter, and he slapped the dusty ground wantonly, laughing insolently.

"Lao Tzu's soul is already in hell, how else can I die?"

He shouted self-deprecatingly, and then he reached over Dante's head, took Dante's hat and buckled it to his head.

"Young man, I heard you mention the Witch Demon last night, if you want to know anything, then come with me!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he jumped and landed on the horse's back in a blink of an eye.

"If you are not afraid of my flames, share a mount with me, although my horse has not carried a man other than me!"

"I've never been carried by a man either!"

Dante said casually, and he got up from the ground, rolled over and jumped on the horse's back, and patted the old horse's buttocks.

"Hey, get it on fire, no flames, this horse is so ugly!"

"It's a little ugly, but I've ridden it all my life, and it's just like my wife, so you have a clean mouth!"

The old man muttered indignantly, and the war horse burst into flames in a blink of an eye, and the flames rushed to Dante's body, completely dissolving Dante's two spears in the blink of an eye!

However, even if the flames that could melt the metal could not hurt Dante in the slightest!

This is one of the new abilities that Dante has obtained in the legendary realm, Dante's physical body has improved countless times after he became a legend, so to describe it, today's Dante, bullets and ordinary missiles can't hurt him at all, as for how strong this body is, Dante still needs a scientific test to determine, after all, times have changed, if you put it in the past, Dante can directly judge that he has the ability to immune to elemental magic below level seven, and the ability to physical damage below the upper legend!

But now, the devil knows how many levels of elemental magic the Patriot missile belongs to!

The flaming old horse galloped at a gallop, and in just two minutes everything passed Dante's ears like the wind, and when they stopped, Dante found himself in a cemetery.

The old man quickly stopped, the flames on him and the horse quickly disappeared, and he turned over and dismounted, urging Dante to hurry down as well.

"The people here don't know my identity, I'm just an ordinary old man guarding the tomb, if someone asks about you, you can say it's my nephew!"

The old man whispered and led Dante to his cabin.

Dante pushed open the dusty door and sat down on the only chair in the room, the armrests of which had been almost touched by the old man, and even though it was made of very ordinary material, the pulp-like texture still added a lot of points to it.

"Can you tell me now why you didn't resist after I woke up from my memories, and kept having your skull shattered by my fists?"

Dante sat down in his chair and asked softly.

The old man smiled, and he went to the cupboard and found two bottles of wine, one of which he threw to Dante.

"I don't have a cup here, so let's drink it!"

As he leaned back on the bed, the old man opened the bottle and poured himself a sip of wine.

"Where do I start, I'm old, and I have a lot of stories in my heart, and I like to use them to deal with you young people, so let's start from the beginning!"

The old man swallowed the wine in his mouth, and he took out a pack of cigarettes from under his pillow, and took out one and was about to light it, but the cigarette was cut off by Dante entirely.

"Don't smoke in front of me, I'm annoying!"

Dante said coldly, he tapped the ground with rebellion, and continued.

"Now let's start chattering, I should have a lot of time to listen to you!"

"You're such a rude fellow, but I don't mind, when I was younger, I used to be the most famous cowboy in my hometown until my lover was terminally ill!"

The old man sighed and swallowed again.

"After that, I tried every means to stop my lover from leaving this world, I almost failed, until I met a demon king, his name is Mephisto, the demon king made a pact with me, I must become the knight of the demon king, dedicate my soul to the demon king and serve him forever, exchange my life for my lover's life, I did this, so my lover's terminal illness recovered!"

"Hah!" Dante laughed, "Since you have made a pact with the demon, then the next story must be a tragedy, if you don't want to say, I can directly hear what you think of last night!"

"That's right, it's a tragedy, my lover was killed by the damned horse bandits less than two weeks after he recovered, and I killed all the bastards who robbed the town bank in a fit of rage, but my soul still came to the devil completely because of the contract!"

The old man drank the whole bottle of wine, and he lay lonely on the bed, silently recounting.

"After that, I became a hopeless knight, and continued to work for Mephisto to fulfill my agreement with him, which lasted until thirty years ago, when I was ordered by him to go to St. Van Gonza to seize an ancient contract that originated in ancient times, and was one of the thirteen contracts between God and Hell that determined which Hell the soul of the evil should go!"

"No wonder I saw so many souls of the Evil One in St. Van Gonzha!"

"That's right, the soul of the evil is very rare, only the most evil human can become one of them, as long as that soul enters any of Satan's hells, it will become a superior demon in an instant, greatly enhancing the strength of hell, I can't let Mephisto get it, as long as the body of the contract is not sent to Mephisto, then he will never be able to enter St. Van Gonza! So I took that contract away, I broke my contract with Mephisto, I disobeyed his orders, I ran away!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Dante glanced at the old man with disdain.

"It's too fake, I don't believe that a demon king can't find your hiding place for thirty years!"

"He always knew where I was, he even hid my location for me, my actions have always been in line with his plan, he doesn't need the souls of the evil ones contained in the contract at all, he just keeps this contract in the hands of me, the strongest under him, he wants to make it impossible for any hell to have those souls!"

The old man casually threw the empty wine bottle to the ground, and the broken wine bottle was exactly the same as the old man's mood.

"Because of that contract, I have been hunted down by countless Satan's men for thirty years, and without exception, they all broke directly into St. Van Gonza to find my clues, I can feel the situation of St. Van Gonza through the contract, whenever those bitch raised demons appear, I rush over and burn them to slag, and occasionally meet some guys who are strong enough, you should know, I will glare at them and let them die in the sins they have committed!"

With that, he gave Dante a serious look, his lips trembling twice.

"You are the one I met, the second person to survive from under my eyes, the Eye of Repentance is my ultimate weapon, you carried it, I naturally gave up resistance!"

"Hmph, just a pair of eyes to decide whether a person should die or not, that's not the style of hell, your abilities are a bit like God's things, God says he is guilty, he deserves to die!" Dante sneered lightly.

The old man shook his head slowly, and he said.

"It's not me who decides everything, it's yourself, as long as you think you have a little sin in your heart, then, you will die in my confessional eyes, but you survive, either you completely believe that you are innocent, or you really haven't committed a single mistake, or you are simply too strong, strong enough to ignore my eyes, no matter what kind of person you are, you are an admirable guy!"

The old man stretched out his hands and clapped softly.

"I've seen too many people who think they're brave wailing in front of my eyes, and I've seen countless hypocrites showing their true faces in my eyes, so I respect guys like you, whether you're good or bad, you're worthy of my respect, if you're a good person, then you're pure, if you're a bad person, then you're bad and resolute, what do you think?"

"I find it a little hard to believe that I heard such words from the mouth of a guy who serves Satan!"

"I'm an evil spirit, but I'm also a knight, young man!"

"Ghost Rider?"

Dante pursed his lips and snorted softly.

"So you said so much, and you didn't tell me why you let me smash your skull hundreds of times!"

"I'm just apologizing to you, I can feel it, my ability reminds you of your past, that makes you miserable and angry, so I hope you can ease yourself down by destroying my body, you can't kill me anyway!"

"Oh, shouldn't I say thank you!"

"No thanks!"