Chapter 868 Nero and his old father

Naturally, Nero also wanted the father he had just recognized to stay.

Dante wanted to destroy the Gate of Hell, and then he smashed the Gate of Hell with the Great Sword of Rebellion.

Although I don’t know why my father left such a huge gate to hell.

But Dante didn't remember it at all. Even though it might be his father's relic, he is the one who inherits the inheritance now, isn't he?

So how to deal with the inheritance is his business.

Nero shouted to Dante who turned around again:

"Dante! Will we meet again?"

Dante didn't answer, just waved his hand in farewell.

"What does he mean?"

Nero couldn't help but ask Luther.

"We will meet each other if we have the chance. Our lifespans are as long as those of the devil."

Luther said with a smile.

"That's it."

Nero never thought that his life would be very long.

After leaving the square, Dante headed towards the port in order to meet Tracy. However, before arriving at the port, he met Letty who was standing halfway waiting for Dante.

"Thank you for your hard work. Although the situation is much worse than expected, it still proves that you are working hard."

Dante was confused as to why Leti, the client, was here. He tilted his head, and Leti turned to face the port:

"I'm here to pick you up, on Trish's behalf."

"...Thank you very much."

Dante continued walking forward, and Leti followed.

"I will deduct the rent of the boat and the part of fighting the devil on the boat from the commission. After all, the boat was almost damaged..."

Faced with this constant calculation, Dante sighed, but he also felt a little bit back to his previous life.

"It's up to you. I'm happy even if I don't have any money this time."

Dante said this, and Letty looked at Dante in disbelief:

"What good happened? Trish didn't tell me anything, but it actually makes you think you're happy without money this time?"

That's right. It was originally because Tracy took out those things from home that made things complicated. If Letty knew about this, commissions would definitely be deducted again. Although Tracy is not as good with money as Dante. Too persistent, but will keep nagging for no reason even when the money becomes less. Maybe this has something to do with Letty. When these two women are together, they will have a subtle competitiveness.

"...Wait a minute, talk to me. As the client, I should have the right to know, right?"

Facing Dante who remained silent, Letty asked again and again.

"As expected, I still have no luck with women..."

Listening to Dante's muttering, Letty tilted her head in confusion.

After Dante left, Nero stood in the square where tranquility had returned. Somehow, it was like a dream, because so many things had happened.

"...Is this the end?"

Credo and Jilie appeared, Jilie whispered, and Nero understood her mood, because Nero also wanted to ask the same question.

"It's not over yet. The Pope released a lot of demons before, and we still have to deal with those demons."

Luther said.

These words immediately made several people's expressions look ugly.

"I went back and took a look. Agnus was gone. I don't know where he went."

Credo was still injured. He wanted to find Agnus, and he just wanted to kill Agnus. However, he didn't expect that Agnus seemed to have been prepared for a long time. The technical department was empty, and everything was gone. Swept away.

With so much time to sort out, I'm afraid that guy had planned to escape early in the morning, right?

Ji Liye's footsteps seemed particularly heavy among the ruins, and every step seemed to step on the soft spot in her heart, causing ripples.

This city, once her childhood paradise and the witness of her growth, is now like an old man, lingering in the ruthless disaster, and is devastated.

On both sides of the street, only ruins of the once bustling shops remain, and the squares that once held laughter and laughter are covered with dust and broken dreams. There was both nostalgia for the beautiful past and uncertainty about the future in her eyes.

"The streets...are all destroyed..."

Ji Liye's voice was low and sad, as if she was expressing endless regret for herself and this land. Her hands clenched unconsciously, her nails digging into her palms, but she felt no pain.

For her, this city is not only a place to live, but also the destination of her soul. Every inch of land carries her memories and emotions.

Nero walked to Ji Liye silently, his eyes were equally complicated, but more firm and gentle. He gently put his left hand around Ji Liye's shoulders, trying to give her some comfort with his own strength.

However, his own body was trembling slightly because of the hidden secret - his right hand, the hand that changed due to special power, was the scar that he did not want Ji Liye to see.

But even so, he still chose to stand beside her and prove his existence and companionship with his actions.

"But we are still alive...so the city was not completely destroyed."

Nero's voice was calm and powerful, as if he was speaking to Ji Liye and himself. His words were full of hope and strength, trying to find a ray of light in despair.

He knew that as long as they were alive, they had hope of rebuilding their homes and the motivation to move on.

Jilly felt Nero's warmth and firmness. She slowly raised her head, tears flashing in her eyes, but more of understanding and trust.

She gently held Nero's right hand hidden behind his back. Although she did not see its appearance directly, she could feel Nero's inner struggle and pain.

At this moment, she seemed to understand everything about Nero, including his unspoken words and deep secrets.

"Jilly... I... Nero, may be a demon. Probably, at least, not a human. Even so, are you willing to be with me?"

Jilly smiled and held Nero's right hand tightly.

"Nero is Nero? No matter what your hand looks like, no matter what you look like, you are the Nero I know. You are more human than anyone else."

Nero's eyes were slightly red, and he felt unprecedented warmth and strength.

He no longer hesitated, and gently wrapped his mutated hand around Jill's waist and hugged her tightly in his arms.

At this moment, all the pain, fear, and loneliness seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth and firmness of two hearts clinging to each other.

Just as their emotions were about to reach their peak and their lips were about to touch, a sudden gunshot broke the silence.

Luther interrupted their intimate moment in an almost playful way.