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Chapter 283 The Minions of the Supreme God (Please subscribe)

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

The time agent's guess was correct, something was really interfering with their journey. To stop the ether wind and prevent them from finding a way forward was probably the other party's handiwork.

It can cross time and space, and can also block all ether currents and wind directions. Only the empire's greatest enemy - the subspace creatures can do this, but they don't know which camp the opponent belongs to.

"9527."

Dante said to himself that he did not guess which camp the guy who wanted them to stay here belonged to. This could be learned later.

The most important thing now is to find the Time Tribunal agent. Dante is not a fool. He realized immediately that this incident was probably aimed at him, but those guys definitely did not have the guts to deal with him, because of this The reality curtain in the area is very stable, and the power they can project into reality will not be very strong. Dealing with him is just asking for death.

The title of Demon Hunter King is not a pleasant one. Countless subspace creatures were defeated by Dante. The more critical point is that if you are killed by Dante, you are really dead and cannot be resurrected in the subspace. Those monsters are not that stupid, they will definitely pick easy targets.

Agent No. 9527 of the Time Tribunal is not that strong, and is the key to taking him back. Anyone with a normal mind will know who to choose.

As long as he kills that special agent, he will be trapped here forever, with no way to go back and solve the battle in Cape Town. The Weeping Angels may further lose control and spread.

And this is not the most terrifying thing, Dante is worried that there is something in this matter that he doesn't know. Once he is unable to go back in time, it is very likely to cause a chain reaction, leading to the collapse of time and space. People and things related to him will be torn apart by the split time, and die suddenly on the spot.

Realizing the enemy's vicious plan, Dante did not dare to delay at all. He activated the Yama Blade in his hand, turned around and ran towards the location shown by Agent No. 9527.

No matter what, he must keep Agent No. 9527, because the other party is his only hope of returning.

Once Agent No. 9527 dies here, even if Dante is still alive, it is equivalent to dying here. There is no difference between a soldier who can never return to the battlefield and death.

Until then, he can only wander in this damn time and space and waste his life away.

After running for a while, Dante suddenly felt something was wrong. He passed the building once just now, and now he passed it again.

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

"This is not the original time and space." Dante was experienced and guessed the reason immediately. He was pulled into a strange time and space.

Whether it was mental calculations or not, the enemy must have been fully prepared before deciding to deal with them. Such tricks can't trap him for long, nor can they kill him, but as long as they can buy time for them to deal with time agent No. 9527, then they will win.

Dante, who had always been calm, thought of this and looked around anxiously, trying to find the node of this weird space and escape.

However, the more anxious he became, the less he could find the node. Panic robbed him of his sanity, and despair began to grow in his heart.

He began to feel that he could not save the agent of the Time Tribunal, and that he would be trapped here, spending every day in regret and suffering until death.

Before he was completely taken over by despair, a flame emblem appeared out of thin air somewhere. This scene gave Dante, who was trapped in the swamp of despair, hope. He rushed towards the flame emblem. When he was about to touch the emblem that appeared out of thin air, There was a sound of breaking glass, and the weird time and space that trapped him disappeared.

The locals who had turned a blind eye to him appeared in his field of vision again, and another emblem was farther away, which made him look happy. The God-Emperor was guiding him to find Wingate.

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

He ran in the direction guided by the Fire Emblem, trying to save the unlucky Time Tribunal agent before he was killed, and then continue on his journey.

While Dante was anxiously looking for Wingate, Wingate was walking through the streets and alleys with a joyful expression, rushing to the coordinate point as quickly as possible.

He carefully avoided the hovercars and mechanical devices along the way to avoid accidents. Those living in the past could not see them and would not have any reaction to his presence.

However, objective dangers still exist. Moving vehicles, debris falling from high altitudes, and various accidents that may occur will endanger the lives of travelers. Those things exist objectively. Even if the time is different, they still exist truly and objectively.

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. If any fool chooses to hit it directly, he will definitely be injured.

Wingate rushed all the way to the coordinates given by Dante. His speed was very fast. After more than ten minutes, he passed through most of the city and arrived at 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 entrance. They are hundreds of meters high and are very majestic.

There were many religions during the Human Alliance, including angels, wings, etc. Wingate was not an archaeologist, and he was not very interested in these religions, so he did not know which god this church believed in.

He blended in with the crowd and entered the church. It was very large inside, supported by huge pillars, with a high dome above, depicting murals of angels, saints and other things.

Wingate looked around and soon found Dante, who was standing under a weird angel sculpture. When he saw him coming, he waved to him and motioned for him to come over.

"What did you find? Dante." Wingate's face showed excitement. He pushed aside the crowd who turned a blind eye to him and asked as he walked towards the other party.

"I found what 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 surprise, then quickly returned to normal. He stopped and looked at the mural behind Dante, "Is this what you discovered? You are so fast."

"Of course, I am a professional in this field, Wingate. Stand in front of me and I will tell you what I have discovered." Dante said.

Wingate nodded and walked towards Dante, "I'm so happy. Fortunately, I have you. Otherwise, I don't know how long I would have been sleepy."

"Yes, as long as the root cause is solved, we can set sail again." Dante said, reaching out his hand as if to pat Wingate on the shoulder.

Wingate's speed was even faster, and the dagger that could cut through time and space was in his hand before he knew it. Before Dante could touch him, he stabbed hard, and the sharp dagger sliced ​​through the black demon-hunting armor and sank into the opponent's chest.

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

Dante's eyes widened and he looked at his bleeding chest. He looked at Wingate with disbelief in his eyes, "Wingate, how could you do this to me? Are you going to betray the empire?"

This sentence made Wingate's face show horror, and he hurriedly explained, "No, I thought you were a subspace creature!! I'm so sorry, so sorry."

Dante staggered, fell to one knee on the ground, and gasped, "I'm not."

Wingate turned pale with fear. He hurriedly took out the medical bag and ran towards Dante, preparing to treat him.

Seeing him approaching, Dante stretched out his hand tremblingly again, as if he wanted to use Wingate's power to stand up, but the next second, Wingate holding the medical bag gave him another dagger, and even He also scratched it, making the wound bigger and causing more blood to spurt out. Dante's eyes widened. He didn't expect that the other party would come twice.

"Don't think of others as idiots like you, pretending so poorly, do you think you can deceive me??"

The panic on Wingate's face disappeared and was replaced by calmness. He kicked the fake Dante and pulled out the dagger.

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

There is a emblem on her forehead, which looks like a cross, but it is a little different because the cross is wrapped with tentacles and has several eyes, which looks particularly evil.

The armor's scanning system automatically classified this emblem as a religious emblem belonging to the Supreme God.

The Supreme God and the Broken God are both subspace evil gods. They are one of the oldest existences in the galaxy. Their influence is very wide. Every race can find creation legends and related religions related to it.

Of course, the versions of each race are slightly different. For example, the creation of the world is seven days on Earth, while in other places it is three days, one year, ten years, etc.

The only description that is the same is that God created XX in his own image. Basically every one of them has this sentence, which makes each race subconsciously think that the Supreme God looks exactly like them, and they will also feel that they are the destiny of the universe. The final outcome of these races is either reduced to being harvested livestock, or they sublimate into each other. Puppet in hand.

The Weeping Angel race is a very typical example. They received the gift of the Supreme God, completed sublimation, gained immortality, and acquired those weird abilities. The price was that they became the puppets of the Supreme God and lost their free will.

The influence of the Supreme God has also penetrated deeply into human society. So far, organizations such as the Monastery and the Twilight Order still believe in it. Its fanatical followers shamelessly compare humans to lambs and regard them as the other party's captive animals.

"How did you see through me?" The woman's tone was filled with resentment and confusion. The organs on her face were swimming and her limbs were stretched bit by bit. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that something is using her body to enter the real world.

"He doesn't know my name." Wingate looked at the woman and said every word, "To be honest, you are really an out-and-out idiot."

Some kind of deep roar came from the woman's body, full of anger, obviously offended by Wingate's words.

The woman's body swelled up unnaturally and turned into a big bloated ball of flesh. The twisted limbs split the bones and original flesh from the inside, and tentacles pierced out from the flesh and blood, dripping with blood.

The monster was so huge that it squeezed out of the swollen woman's body, filled the space inside the church, and cracked the glass and the dome, forcing Wingate to flee outside.

The bloated monster even blended into the entire church. Wingate escaped from the church before looking back at the huge monster.

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

The monster has a huge head, which is very smooth. The face and the back of the head are covered with flesh thorns. The eyes are extremely evil. Just looking at it a few times can make people feel uneasy and frightened. The teeth in the mouth are as sharp as steel needles, extremely sharp, and there is an evil giant eye inside. The lower body is composed of wriggling tentacles, each of which is extremely thick and dances like a snake.

"You damn bastard, the minion of the Clown King, how dare you laugh at me." The monster revealed its true form and was extremely angry. It never thought that it would be ridiculed by such a mortal, and it was unforgivable.

"I'm a bastard and a minion, so who are you!! Damn you ugly guy, your master's aesthetics are really disgusting." Wingate responded unceremoniously, "Aren't you also a pathetic clown! !”

"Joker?? Do you know my name, my power, my authority, miserable mortal? I am Manzeco, the overlord angel under the command of the Supreme God, the eternal existence, in charge of the supreme authority, how dare you Disrespectful to me.”

Wingate interrupted the other person, "Who wants to know your name!! Ugly, I'm warning you, get away, or I'll kill you."

The twisted monster was stunned for a while, and its red evil eyes showed human anger and surprise. Maybe it didn't even think that the other party would say such things.

Being despised by a mortal is undoubtedly the greatest challenge to an eternal being who considers himself noble.

"You are looking for death!!" Manzeco opened his mouth and roared. The eyes in his mouth also showed hatred and hatred. It stared at Wingate, as if it wanted to kill this man completely with its eyes.

The stinking wind blew on Wingate's face. The armor had an air filtration system, but even at full power, he could feel a stench entering his throat, making him feel nauseous. Feeling like vomiting.

A tentacle comparable to a heavy truck hit Wingate with such force that the air exploded, and he had to roll to the side to avoid it.

With a bang, the twisted tentacle fell to the ground, gravel flew, and the whole earth trembled.

Before the opponent's other tentacle arrived, Wingate chose to escape in a direction away from the opponent. He knew very well that he was no match for the opponent due to his own weight. If you are not careful, you will be crushed to death by the opponent.

His movements are very flexible, but in the face of overwhelming power and speed, his skills are of little use.

Several tentacles were swung together, and one of them hit the body that Wingate was avoiding. The huge power contained in the tentacles whipped the agent away, like a cannonball, and smashed a sculpture with a bang. The boulder fell, rumbling, and smoke rose, covering a large area.

cough! cough!

Wingate fell in the rubble, his mask stained red by the blood he spat out. A red alarm appeared on the mask, and the data that kept popping up showed that the armor was seriously damaged due to external impact. He put his hands on the ground and tried to get up. He stumbled a few times and fell to the ground again.

At this time, a tentacle entered the rubble, wrapped around his body, and slowly lifted him into the air, before sending him to Manzeco's huge and evil red eyes. "This is your end, idiot." . You will be crushed alive by me and turned into a puddle of miserable flesh. Your soul will also become my trophy, and you will suffer forever."

The tentacles slowly tightened, and Wingate seemed to hear the sounds of broken bones and shattered armor. He could feel that the God of Death had picked up the scythe, preparing to harvest his soul.

Coughing, coughing, Wingate vomited blood again, his eyes began to blur, and his past memories began to fade away. He never thought that he would die in this place in such a way.

"Poor ant, please beg. As long as you choose to surrender to me, you can survive and even gain powerful strength and immortal life." Manzeke lowered his voice and said, "Otherwise, you will eat up all the food in this world. Bitterness. In the depths of the subspace, you will be tortured bit by bit until you lose all reason, until you become a monster without self-awareness."

"My soul belongs to the God-Emperor." Wingate said in a weak voice while coughing up blood, "Your threats are meaningless."

Manzeco's eyes showed even stronger anger, and it was obviously Wingate's words that angered it again, "Then let's try to see if your Clown King can save you. Listen carefully to your screams Well, poor guy, that's what pisses you off."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a dazzling sword light flash by. Manzeco felt a sharp pain, and his blood-moon-like eyes saw a cut appear on the tentacle that grabbed the target. Then the tentacle fell, and Wingate also fell.

Manzeco looked at the cutouts on the tentacles and looked up at the visitor, showing surprise. A person who shouldn't be here appeared here.

The visitor was wearing jet black armor and holding a long sword covered with electric arcs. He was none other than Dante, the king of demon hunters.

　Five thousand words, with pictures by Manzeko. Thank you everyone for your support.

　　There is one more chapter expected tonight.

　　

　

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