Seeing the abnormal scan results displayed on the screen, Dante's face became very solemn.

The agent had been right in his guess at that time, there really was something interfering with their journey. Let the wind of ether stop, so that they can't find the way forward, it is estimated that it is also the handiwork of the other party.

Able to cross time and space, and can also block all Aetheric currents and winds, only the Empire's greatest enemy, the subspace creatures, can do this, but they don't know which side the other side belongs to.

“9527。”

Dante said to himself, he didn't have to guess which camp the guy wanted them to stay here belonged to, and that the matter could be found out later.

The most important thing now is to find the agent of the Time Court, Dante is not a fool, he immediately realized that this incident is very likely to be directed at him, but those guys definitely don't have the guts to deal with themselves, because the curtain of reality in this area is very stable, and the power they can project to reality will not be very strong, and it is just self-defeating to deal with him.

The title of Demon Hunter is not a nice thing to say, and there are countless subspace creatures who have fallen under Dante's hands. What's more critical is that he was killed by Dante, that is, he was really dead, and there was no way to resurrect him in subspace. Those monsters won't be that stupid, they'll definitely pick easy targets.

The strength of the 9527 Time Court agent is not so strong, and it is the key to taking him back, as long as his brain is normal, he knows who to choose.

As long as he kills that agent, he will be trapped here forever, with no way to go back to solve the battle of Cape Town, and the Weeping Angels may get out of control and flood further.

And that's not the most terrible thing, Dante worries that there is something in this matter that he doesn't know. Once he can't go back in time, it is very likely to cause a chain reaction, causing time and space to collapse, and people and things related to him will be torn apart by the split time, and he will die on the spot.

Aware of the enemy's vicious plan, Dante did not dare to delay any longer, activated the Enma Blade in his hand, turned around and ran towards the location shown by Agent 9527.

No matter what, he had to keep Agent 9527 because the other party was his only hope of going back.

Once Agent 9527 dies here, Dante is still alive, it is equivalent to dying here, and a warrior who can never return to the battlefield is no different from dying.

At that time, he can only wander in this hellish time and space, exhausting his life.

After running for a while, Dante suddenly sensed that something was wrong, he had just passed by that building once, and now he had passed by again.

He stopped, looked around left and right, and saw that the locals who had turned a blind eye to him were gone.

"It's not the plane." Dante is experienced and guesses the reason for it first, and he is pulled into a strange time and space.

Mentally calculated or not, the enemy must have been fully prepared before deciding to deal with them. Such a trick won't trap him for long, and it won't kill him, but if they can buy time and get rid of Agent 9527, they'll win.

Dante, who had always been calm, thought of this, and anxiously looked left and right, trying to find the node of this strange space, so as to escape.

However, the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't find the node, the panic robbed him of his reason, and despair began to grow in his heart.

He began to feel that he could not save the agents of the Time Court, that he would be trapped here, spending every day in regret and torment until death came.

Before he was completely overrun by despair, a flame emblem appeared somewhere, and this scene gave hope to Dante, who was caught in the swamp of despair, and he rushed towards the flame emblem, and when he was about to touch the emblem that appeared out of thin air, some kind of glass shattering sound sounded, and the strange plane that trapped him disappeared.

The natives who had turned a blind eye to him reappeared in his sight, and another emblem was a little farther away, and he was beaming with joy as the Emperor guided him to Wingate.

The flame emblem was not the place where Dante and Wingate were separated, nor was it the direction Wingate had taken before, but Dante chose to believe it.

He ran in the direction of the Flame Emblem, trying to save the hapless Time Court agent before he was killed, and then continued on his journey.

While Dante was anxiously looking for Wingate, Wingate was looking for joy and shuttling through the streets and alleys, rushing to the coordinate point as fast as he could.

He carefully avoided hovercars and mechanisms along the way, avoiding accidents that those who lived in the past would not see them and would not react to his presence.

But there are still objective dangers, moving vehicles, debris falling from high altitudes, and various accidents that may occur will endanger the life safety of travelers. Those things exist objectively, even if they are different in time, they are real and objective.

It's like a wall, it's there, it doesn't move, it doesn't react to the outside world. What people have to do is avoid it, and if any fool chooses to hit it directly, he will definitely get hurt.

Wingate hurried all the way to the coordinates given by Dante, and his speed was very fast, and in ten minutes he passed through most of the city and reached the target point, which was a religious building belonging to the locals. It covers a large area, and several strange sculptures with wings are placed in the square at the door, up to hundreds of meters, which is very majestic.

There were many religions during the time of the Human Alliance, all of which had angels, wings, and so on, and Wingate was not an archaeologist, and he didn't have much interest in these religions, so he didn't know which gods this church worshipped.

He blended in with the flow of people and entered the church, which was large and supported by huge columns, surmounted by a high dome depicting frescoes of angels, saints, etc.

Wingate looked around and soon found Dante, who was standing under a strange statue of an angel and beckoned him to come when he saw him coming.

"What did you find? Dante. Wingate's face showed excitement as he pushed aside the crowd that had ignored him and asked as he walked towards the other.

"I've found something that has trapped us, Wingate." Dante's tone was calm, but he looked a little abnormal, and his face was a little stiff and unnatural.

Wingate's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and then quickly returned to normal, he stopped and looked at the fresco behind Dante, "Is this what you found??" You're so fast. ”

"Of course, in this field, I'm professional, Wingate. Stand in front of me, and I'm going to tell you what I've found. Dante said.

Wingaita nodded, and he walked over to Dante, "I'm so glad to have you, otherwise I don't know how long I'll have to be sleepy." ”

"yes, as long as the root cause is solved, we can set sail again." Dante said, holding out his hand, as if it were about to tap Wingate on the shoulder.

Wingate was even faster, and the dagger that could cut through time and space arrived in his hand at some point. Before Dante could touch him, he stabbed him so hard that the sharp dagger sliced through the black demon hunter's armor and sank into his chest.

Before the other party could react, he quickly drew his dagger and stepped aside.

Dante's eyes widened, looking at his bleeding chest, and looking at Wingate with disbelief in his gaze, "Wingate, how can you do this to me??" Are you going to betray the Empire? ”

This sentence sent a look of horror to Wingate's face, and he hurriedly explained, "No, I thought you were a subspace creature!" I'm really sorry, I'm sorry. ”

Dante staggered, fell to one knee, gasped, and said, "I'm not." ”

Wingate's face turned pale with fright, and he panicked and took out his medical kit and ran towards Dante, ready to treat him.

Seeing him coming, Dante stretched out his hand tremblingly again, as if he wanted to stand up with the help of Wingate's strength, but in the next second, Wingate, who was holding the medical kit, gave him another dagger, and even made a cut, making the wound bigger and spurting more blood.

Dante's eyes widened, he didn't expect the other party to come twice.

"Don't think of others as idiots like you, so clumsy in disguise, you think you can fool me??"

The panic on Wingate's face vanished, replaced by calmness, and he kicked the false Dante on the body and pulled the dagger out again.

Dante, who fell to the ground, could no longer maintain his disguise, let out a strange and piercing scream, and his appearance quickly changed to a somewhat distorted woman.

She had a badge on her forehead that looked like a cross, but it was a little different because the cross was wrapped around the tentacles, and there were several eyes that looked very strange.

The Warframe's scanning system automatically classifies this emblem as a religious emblem to which the Supreme God belongs.

The Most High God and the Broken God, both of whom belong to the subspace gods, are among the oldest beings in the galaxy, and their influence is so widespread that every race can find creation legends and related religions associated with it.

Of course, there are slight differences between the different races, for example, the seven-day creation of the earth is the seven-day creation, while the rest of the world is three-day, one-year, ten-year, and so on.

The only identical description is that God created XX in His own image. Basically every one of them is this sentence, which makes each race subconsciously think that the Supreme God looks exactly like themselves, and they will also feel that they are the destiny of the universe, and the final outcome of these races is either reduced to harvested livestock, or sublimated into puppets in the hands of the other party.

The Weeping Angels race is a prime example, they have been gifted by the Most High God, they have completed their ascension, they have attained immortality, and they have those strange abilities at the cost of becoming puppets of the Most High God and losing their free will.

The influence of the Most High God has also penetrated deep into human society, and to this day, organizations such as the Hermitage and the Order of Twilight still believe in it. Its fanatical followers shamelessly compare humans to lambs, as each other's captive livestock.

"How do you see through me?" The woman's tone was resentful and incomprehensible, the organs of her face were swimming, and her limbs were stretched little by little. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that something was entering the real world with the help of her body.

"He doesn't know my name." Wingate stared at the woman and said, word for word, "Seriously, you're a true idiot. ”

A low growl came from the woman's body, full of anger, clearly angered by Wingate's words.

The woman's body swelled up unreasonably, turning into a bloated ball of flesh. The twisted limbs ripped bones and flesh from within, and tentacles pierced out of the flesh, dripping with blood.

The monster was so large that it squeezed out of the swollen woman, filling the space inside the church, and cracking the glass and dome so that Wingate had to flee outside.

The bloated monster even merged with the entire church, and Wingate escaped from the church before looking back at the massive monster.

Seeing the terrifying appearance of the other party, Wingate also subconsciously held his breath, and his pupils dilated uncontrollably. The monster was ugly and terrifying, and the first sight of it was enough to make one feel that all the truths and laws of the universe had been subverted.

The monster had a huge head, very smooth, with fleshy spines on its face and the back of its head, and its eyes were so evil that just a few glances at them made people feel uneasy and frightened. The teeth of the mouth were as sharp as steel needles, extremely sharp, and there was a giant evil eye inside. The lower body is made up of wriggling tentacles, each of which is so thick that it dances like a snake.

"You damn bastard, clown king's minions, how dare you laugh at me." The monster that revealed its true form was furious to the extreme, it never thought that it would be mocked and unforgivable by such a mortal.

"I'm a bastard, I'm a minion, so what are you!! Damn ugly, your master's aesthetic is disgusting. Wingate replied unceremoniously, "Aren't you also a pathetic clown!!" ”

"Joker?? Do you know my name, my might, my authority, my wretched mortal. I am Manzeko, the overlord angel under the command of the Most High God, an eternal being, holding the supreme authority, and how dare you disrespect me. ”

Wingate interrupted, "Who wants to know your name!!" Ugly, I warn you, get out of here, or I'll kill you. ”

The twisted monster was stunned for a moment, its evil red eyes revealing human anger and surprise, and it probably didn't even think that the other party would say such a thing.

Being despised by a mortal is undoubtedly the greatest provocation for an eternal being who thinks of himself as noble.

"You're looking for death!!" Manzeko opened his mouth and roared, his eyes showing the same hatred and hatred, and he stared at Wingate as if he wanted to kill the man with his gaze.

The foul-smelling smell blew on Wingate's face, and the armor had an air filtration system, but even when it was running at full power, he could feel a foul smell enter his throat, making him feel sick to his stomach and want to vomit.

The tentacles of a heavy truck struck Wingate, and the air exploded, and he had to roll to the side to dodge.

With a bang, the twisted tentacles fell to the ground, and the earth trembled.

Before the other tentacle arrived, Wingate chose to flee in the direction of moving away from the other party, he knew very well that he was not the opponent of the other party. If you are not careful, you will be crushed to death by the other party.

His movements are very flexible, but in the face of overwhelming power and speed, skill can not be of much use.

Several tentacles swung together, one of which struck Wingate's dodging body. The sheer force of the tentacles whipped the agent straight away, knocking it out like a cannonball, shattering a sculpture with a thud, and the boulder fell, rumbling, smoke and dust rising to obscure a large area.

Cough! Cough!

Wingate crouched in the rubble, his visor stained red with the blood he spitted out, and a red alarm appeared on the visor, and the data that kept popping up showed that the armor had been severely damaged by the impact of external forces. He put his hands on the ground, tried to get up, stumbled a few times, and fell to the ground again.

At this moment, a tentacle entered the pile of rubble, wrapped around his body, and slowly lifted him into the air, sending him to Manzeko's large, evil red eyes, "This is your end, fool. You will be crushed alive by me and turned into a puddle of pathetic flesh. Your soul will also be my spoils, and you will suffer forever. ”

The tentacles tightened slowly, and Wingate seemed to hear the sound of bones shattering and armor shattering. He could feel that the Grim Reaper had lifted his scythe, ready to harvest his own soul.

Ahem, cough, Wingate vomited blood again, his eyes began to blur, and his previous memories began to wander, he never thought that he would die in this place in such a way.

"Poor ant, please, as long as you choose to surrender to me, you will survive, and even gain great strength and immortal life." Manzeko lowered his voice and said, "Otherwise, you will suffer all the hardships of this world." In the depths of the subspace, you will be tortured little by little until you lose all your sanity until you become a monster with no self-awareness. ”

"My soul belongs to the God-Emperor." Wingate coughed up blood as he said in a weak voice, "Your threats are pointless. ”

Manzeko's eyes showed even more intense anger, and it was evident that Wingate's words had provoked him again, "Then let's see if your clown king can save you." Listen to your screams, poor fellow, that's what makes you angry. ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw a dazzling sword light flash. Manzeko felt a sharp pain, and his blood-moon-like eyes watched as a cut appeared on the tentacle that had grabbed the target, and then the tentacle fell, even with Wingate.

Manzeko looked at the tentacle incision and looked up at the comer, exuding consternation that someone who wasn't supposed to be here had appeared.

Dressed in pitch-black armor and armed with a long sword covered in arcs, it was none other than Dante, the king of demon hunters.

5,000 words, with a picture of Manzeko, thank you for your support.

There's one more chapter to be seen tonight.

(End of chapter)