Chapter 258: Operation Wolf Slayer. (Part 47)
[Dante!] As he felt the sting on his chest, Dante heard Volcan’s panicked voice. Time seemed to slow down significantly. Shards from the translucent Aether Shield scattered in the air, slowly disintegrating. The rabid beast, its fur crimson with blood, had its right arm reaching for the floor, the claws at its end drawing illusory red arcs through the air.
A short distance away, the blue demons activated their sorcerous arts, launched another salvo of air missiles in his direction. The heroes didn’t seem to be doing anything, but the cloaked one had an arrow ready to launch, and the cold one was surrounded by floating ice shards, each one glowing a faint blue.
Thoughts raced in Dante’s mind and the chaos rampaging through it only got worse. His inner voice mocked, forcefully pulling his focus back to the fact that his arrogance and greed were what caused him to end up in this situation.
He had become too full of himself after killing those three heroes, and that caused him to drop the caution he should have maintained at all costs.
Though he had missed the best chance to retreat, he still had an opening. He could still get out now and escape while the damage he suffered was minimal. That was the right choice. That was what he had to do. That was the way to survive.
As the thought silenced the chaos in his mind, a different one shattered it the next instant. An incinerating fire ignited in the depths of Dante’s heart, turning the entire world red.
’5-4!’
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The marble armor disintegrated into countless light threads as more erupted from the circle on his chest. Rearranging themselves in an instant to create something entirely different.
Still consumed by rage and bloodlust, Werewolf twisted his body, whipping his left arm as it slashed upward. His claws ripped through the world, tracing red lines as they sought to sever the glowing figure in front of him. A powerful gale followed the motion, kicking a large cloud of dust.
Standing still for a moment, he lowered his arm and gazed at the deep gash lining it. Ignoring the blood streaming from the fresh wound, he turned his head in a certain direction, his glowing red eyes narrowing into a vicious glare.
Something spawned a short distance away. It appeared vaguely humanoid, but the shapes defining its form were strangely thin and angular. Its dark colors contrasted with the white mansion behind it, and for a moment, it appeared like a black silhouette with no discernible features. That was when a red dot lit up at the center of its oddly shaped head, and the next instant, the strange figure vanished without a trace.
Werewolf twitched then whipped his head to the left, only to see dirt scattering into the air. Turning in a different direction, he saw the same thing once more, and when he turned a third time, his eyes snapped wide open. A line appeared on his neck, barely visible through his blood-soaked fur. An instant later, a crimson shower erupted from it, spraying the surroundings with his blood.