Start writing a diary from Asgard

The crusade team slowly assembled, and Victor became weaker, so he was disconnected from the team and left behind.

Perhaps in the eyes of Dante and others, a physically weak mage like Victor should wait outside the battlefield.

But only he knew that he had a reason to go.

Stepping on the shadow leopard, Victor continued to move forward, exchanging magic for physical strength, which was the most labor-saving method he thought of at this time.

But the problem reappeared -

one powerful demon after another, gradually appearing before his eyes.

Victor clenched his teeth unwillingly.

Reality is not a game, in which he can do it all over again thousands of times, ignoring his physical weakness and easily killing these demons.

But at the moment, he is just a terminally ill and weak human being.

Fortunately, the three demons were strong enough to help Victor defeat one demon after another, and hope seemed to be ahead.

Finally, only the last one remained.

Victor fell to his knees, his magic and physical strength were exhausted, and he was a little weak.

He reached for his purse, where there was a cell phone that could be made now, whether it was Dante or Nero...

Snap

- a blood-stained immature arm grabbed Victor, and he slowly raised his head and saw the teenager Virgil.

"Ask for help, go on yourself, if you fail..."

"No one will save Virgil anyway."

Victor was stunned, he couldn't tell for a moment whether it was an illusion or a reality, but that cold and suffocating feeling rose again.

He stumbled to his feet, and the young Virgil had already gone in the direction of the demon.

But at this moment, the young Virgil was blocked behind a person - it was Nero!

"Hey, they're all so weak, why don't you call me quickly?" Nero didn't

seem to see the young Virgil,

but looked back at Victor and said with a smile.

Looking at his firm eyes, strong body, and that gentle and playful smile, Victor was stunned.

Just because the young Virgil standing in front was slowly dissipating, in a trance, Victor seemed to see a flash in the corner of his eye.

Seeing such a weak V, Nero lifted his great sword and rushed towards the demon in the distance.

Unlike Victor's difficult battle, Nero solved the other party three times by five, turned to Victor and said

, "If you are not well, go to rest first, I will let my friend drive you up."

Victor felt the sudden surge of power in his body, he seemed to understand something, and stood up in a cold sweat.

"I have to go up and there are things I have to do. "

But your body..."

Nero tried to persuade, but saw Victor holding his cane and moving with difficulty.

Victor

fell to the ground because of his weakness, but he still gritted his teeth and crawled forward.

Nero sighed and ran over quickly, lifting Victor up on his shoulders.

"Don't die, I'll take you there. "

“...... Thanks, Nero.

"You're welcome, but why are you so heavy?"

Nero adjusted his posture slightly, dragged Victor, and continued to walk towards the top of the magic tree.

Because of Victor's weakness, the two moved slowly, but even so, the anxious Nero did not leave Victor behind like his uncle.

Instead, he took him all the way up to the place of battle.

When the two arrived, Dante had already settled Urisen, who had eaten the fruit of the magic tree, and yawned with his great sword on his shoulder.

Nero stepped forward to talk, and Victor, who had recovered a little physical strength, braced his body and walked to the huge Urisen.

Slowly climbed up and knelt on one knee on Urisen's chest.

The fierce demon in front of him was still roaring

"Power, more power! (more power!)"

Victor smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth were too large, and he actually cracked his face.

No, it's not that the smile is cracked, but this body has reached its limit and may turn into powder at any time!

He raised his cane, aimed it at Urisen's chest and abdomen, and said with a smile

, "I understand you, and I have felt your feelings, after all, we should be one." Dante

in the distance realized something and reached out to block it, but it was too late at the moment.

With the stabbing of the cane, the blue light that rushed into the sky lit up, and the surging magic power surged.

The brilliance dispersed, and a white-haired middle-aged man wearing a black silver-trimmed trench coat and holding a Yan Demon knife stood in place.

Dante was furious, he was outrageous, and he swung his rebellious blade at Virgil who appeared.

But at this time, Virgil was struck by the scabbard of his sword.

"Dante, now you are not strong enough, I am waiting for you at the top of the magic tree, waiting for you to return to your full glory. He

pulled out his demon knife and cut a cross behind him, and a spatial crack was cut out just like that.

He was about to take a step, but he paused and looked back at Nero behind him with a confused look.

"Thank you, Nero. Then he

walked into the spatial rift and disappeared in place.

Standing alone at the top of the magic tree, Virgil looked at the city full of gunsmoke below, and said to himself a little confused

, "If we had changed positions that night, would the outcome be different, Dante?"

Then, as if remembering something, he pulled out his demon knife and aimed it at himself.

Poof—

the Demon Knife was inserted again, and three nightmare demons and a young man were once again separated from his body.

Victor got up naked, and with the help of the reflective ground, looked at his current face -

he actually changed back to his face as an Asa god.

He tried to induce the magic, and a suitable outfit appeared on the surface of his body.

The three enchantments looked blankly between Virgil and Victor.

Only the demon bird seemed to stand on the shoulders of the mud monster with some understanding, burying his head in silence.

"Thank you, V.

Victor looked at Virgil, who was speaking, scratched his head, and sighed

, "So before, we actually shared the same body?"

"Okay, okay, it looks like I've been a tool man for once." Victor

lay back on his back, and a solid black rocking chair converged behind him, just in time to catch him steadily.

Virgil also turned around and slowly sat down, and a huge black sand giant tree seat also appeared behind him.

"My

battle with Dante is not over yet, you take them and leave..." Victor

didn't expect Virgil to say such a thing, but he thought about it, Virgil at this time was already different, and it seemed impossible to say such a thing.

He nodded and reached out to the three demons.

Familiar tattoos crawled all over Victor's body, he felt the hotness of the birthmark on his arm, thought for a while and asked

, "Fight for a while, do you mind if I watch from the sidelines? "

“...... OK.

Victor nodded, silently got up, and walked behind the crystal-like branches that were strewn with clusters.

The meaning of the birthmark is simple, he can stay for not much time.