Cursed Seraph!

The power of the stars is still falling, and Dante uses his title magic to reshape a line of defense.

"What a sad weakling. "Looking down on the ruins below, Hannibal was cold and emotionless.

There is never mercy in the world of "God"!

Whoa!

The stars were shining, but Dante's strength was still too weak after all, and even the cursed spirit, which was biased towards defensive attributes, did not stop it for too long, and finally the stars broke through the defense line and smashed Dante to the ground.

It was like a wedge, and the rain of stars hammered the earth violently, completely drowning Dante.

After a few moments, Dante's flesh and blood became blurred, and the armor on his body was completely shattered into slag.

Buzz!

Gort's cross-sword shook, and he flew into the air, trying to inflict damage on Dante's behalf.

"Oh, a good weapon, it actually gave birth to spirituality, but it's a pity. Hannibal said casually.

Hans's Gort Cross may seem like a weapon to mortals, but to Hannibal it's nothing more than a waste.

Knock! Knock!

A star was far more fierce than a star, and the blade of the Gort's Cross longsword was trembling, and the slightest crack was spreading rapidly.

Hannibal admired everything with interest, and he liked the feeling of being in charge.

"Sword... Old··· Teacher..."

Dante wriggled his fingers in the middle of the pit below, the pain in his body digging deep into his soul, and most of his bones were shattered, like a pile of soft flesh.

Even without the bombardment of the stars, no matter how tenacious his life was, it wouldn't last long.

But his consciousness at the moment was extremely clear, his eyes were so focused, staring sadly at the "thin" long sword.

This is the Sword of Inheritance given to him by the teacher, the only relic left by the teacher, and a good partner for him in battle.

When!buzz! when!buzz!

The stars were still bombarding, as if endlessly, and with each smash, the blade of the Gort Cross longsword bent a little.

This long sword, which did not bow its head to the demons, is slowly dying at the moment, this is the most way of death for a sword.

"Teacher... I'm sorry for you..." Dante closed his eyes in pain, he couldn't bear to see that picture again, but even so, the dark eyes flashed with cruel images from time to time.

This is a one-sided torture! The two are not on the same level at all!

Boom!

The blow, which had lasted three minutes, was over, and the Gort Cross longsword broke in two, it became dim, lost its soul, and fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

Bang dang!

The two ends of the body fell beside Dante, lifeless.

"It's over, goodbye, damn fate!" Hannibal roared, the last wave of stars slamming down with a strong traction.

"Sword..." Dante didn't look at the ever-growing stars in the sky, but struggled as hard as he could, trying to stretch out his two intact fingers to the broken sword.

Little by little, little by little, the cold and hot sword body finally entered his hand.

Feeling the mottled marks on the sword, Dante clutched it tightly, even if the blood was dripping into it.

Rumble!

The huge fiery red star finally fell, and his size directly overshadowed the entire Falling Star Temple!

Under the blank gaze of Nafi and the others below, the entire Sky City was shattered into smithereens!

Smoke rose and stones and sections of wood rained down.

The once-glorious Falling Star Temple was finally destroyed under a rain of stars, which was shocking and embarrassing.

"No!!"

Catherine, who had just escaped death, writhed wildly, extremely emotional.

"How so?" Nafi's mouth widened, his mind in disarray.

No one knows what happened above the Temple of the Falling Stars, but the truth tells them that everything is destroyed, including Dante!

Bang la la !

The black hole is still watching, and the debris that has fallen is being swallowed up by its traction.

Hannibal stared coldly in the air, then laughed again, "Soul magic!"

Zizi!

A large, invisible hand rushed into the smoke and grabbed a ball of light, and in that ball of light was a numb soul that was Dante's appearance.

"Destroy its body, destroy its soul, I don't believe the prophecy will happen again!" Hannibal grinned and squeezed his big hand, and the spirit suddenly burst open, turning into a rain of stars and scattering.

The soul is the root of a living being, and if it is destroyed, let alone continue to live, there will be no life left.

Hannibal's methods were brutal, but he had to admit that it was the best way to break the prophecy.

"The power is two, the last step, I will let you die here forever!" Hannibal laughed maniacally, he also had reason to be happy, he had finally completed all his plans!

Buzz! Buzz!

The entire Wind City Secret Realm shook again, and the rules of this collapsed small world changed again, and golden divine patterns enveloped the space, completely sealing it off.

This is also what Hannibal meant, even if Dante's body and soul are destroyed, he will seal this place as a tomb! Let it be exiled forever in the endless spatial tunnels!

"It's over! I'm back! Your god is back!"

After an arrogant announcement, this wisp of Hannibal's spirit also completed its mission. Without the support of power, his spirit also dissipated between heaven and earth.

At the same time, Hannibal himself, who was in the depths of the clouds, was overjoyed, there was still some faint connection between the spirits, and he knew that his souls had completed their mission! There were only a few hours left before he was born!