Chapter 884 Brothers’ Battle

It's just useless to know, because it seems that Luther has no interest in absorbing the demonic power of the magic sword Apophis.

So Dante didn't say anything.

"Yes, when I was in the demon world, I kept killing demons, absorbing their demonic power, and then I woke up."

Luther nodded and said.

Dante was speechless. He awakened after killing demons in the demon world. Then why didn't his brother awaken?

Could it be that they are treated differently?

"Very good. In this case, we will be sure to catch Virgil."

Nero said immediately.

Dante thought about it and felt that Vergil's power was not much stronger than his own, not to mention that there was Luther who had awakened the True Demon a long time ago, who knows how many years ago.

This is sure!

The advantage is mine!

Fortunately Luther was not a certain person, otherwise he would have been milked to death.

The three of them came to the depths of the Demonic Tree Reverse Kabbalah and saw Virgil sitting with his back to a tree.

Then a drumbeat of unknown meaning sounded.

"Hey, Virgil!"

Dante's voice echoed in the open space, with a bit of unruly and provocation, as if he was declaring war on the past, and also as if he was confirming whether the person in front of him was still the familiar but unfamiliar brother in his memory.

His steps were firm and powerful, with each step showing his desire for victory and letting go of the past.

"Your days of opening portals at every turn are over!"

"Give me the Yama Sword."

Virgil turned his back to him, sitting in front of the big tree, like a sculpture, quiet and solemn.

His figure elongated in the faint light, blending into the surrounding darkness. Only his blue eyes flashed with a complicated light at the moment he turned around - it was the nostalgia for the past and the current situation. Helplessness and determination for the future.

"You have to get it yourself if you want it."

Virgil's words were concise and powerful, and every word seemed to burst out from the depths of his heart, with unquestionable determination.

This sentence is not only a declaration of the ownership of Yan Mo Dao, but also a summary of the countless battles and reconciliations between the two.

Memories came flooding in, taking the two back to that carefree childhood.

At that time, they didn't know what responsibility or sacrifice was. They only knew that they could fight over a toy, a wooden sword, or even a compliment from their father.

Virgil's collection of poems, the book he regarded as a treasure, was also one of the focuses of their dispute. Although they often quarreled at that time, their innocent brotherhood was so real and warm.

However, as they grow older, the gears of fate begin to slowly turn, pushing them onto different paths.

In pursuit of greater power, Virgil did not hesitate to team up with the devil and embarked on a path full of blood and sacrifice; while Dante chose protection and justice and became a bridge between humans and devils.

Their choices caused the brothers to drift apart and eventually became each other's most powerful enemies.

"You already know these rules."

Virgil's words broke the silence again, and his eyes showed both nostalgia for the past and determination for the future.

He knew that no matter what happened in the past, no matter how deep the grudge between them was, today, they must come to an end.

Dante nodded, and the dark sword in his hand seemed to feel the will of its master, emitting an even more blazing light. He understood that this battle was not only for the Yan Demon Sword, but also for the past, present and future between them.

As the two of them got closer, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even the cold wind lost its former arrogance and became extremely quiet.

This is a war without gunpowder, but it is more intense and cruel than any other battle. Because what they have to face is not only the strength and skills of the other party, but also the fear and struggle deep in their own hearts.

"It's time for closure, Virgil!"

Dante's voice rang out in the silence, like thunder. He waved the dark magic sword and took a stance, preparing for the upcoming battle.

There was both determination and reluctance in his eyes, because he knew that once this battle began, something between them would never be undone.

Virgil also put away his smile, gently pushed the blade away with his thumb, and the Yama Sword bloomed with dazzling light in his hand. He looked at Dante, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"I won't lose to you...brother!"

This sentence is both a challenge and a promise. He will use his actions to prove that even if he embarks on a dark path, he is still the strongest warrior.

With a deafening roar, the two figures instantly intertwined and started a thrilling battle.

The sky seemed to be torn apart by the endless will to fight, and the clouds were dispersed by the turbulent air waves again and again, and then quickly gathered again, as if even the laws of nature were giving way to this century-old battle.

All around, there is quiet and oppressive darkness. Only in this small area, light and power intertwine to form the most gorgeous picture.

The grudges between them were like undercurrents in the abyss, complex and deep. Years of separation and confrontation seemed to condense into sparks from every collision in the air at this moment.

Dante's figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost, and the scarlet phantom sword drew gorgeous trajectories in the air, each slash carrying destructive power.

However, these seemingly indestructible attacks seemed so fragile in front of Virgil's deep blue magic.

Virgil's movements were steady and precise. Every block and every counterattack revealed his innate fighting talent as a descendant of Sparta.

The Yama Blade in his hand was not only a weapon, but also an extension of his soul. Every swing was accompanied by a surge of deep blue magic, as if it could cut through space and tear apart all obstacles.

"Beowulf" is not just a magic tool. It is a witness to Virgil's past glory and a capable assistant in his fight against powerful enemies.

When the set of caged hands and feet with flowing light covered his whole body, Virgil's strength and speed were unprecedentedly improved.

His punches and kicks contained enough power to shake the mountains. Even Dante's equally powerful punches and kicks were resolved by him one by one, showing a calmness and confidence that was almost like a god.

Seeing this, Dante turned into a shadow and did several backflips, cleverly avoiding Virgil's fatal blow.

At the same time, the magic power in his body surged wildly, condensing into a ferocious motorcycle "Heavy Cavalry". This is not just a motorcycle, it is a symbol of Dante's power and the mount he rides on the battlefield.