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On the forest path, four people moved mechanically, and the atmosphere was really deserted.

When Dante was furious just now, although they couldn't hear the conversation between Dante and the demon possessed, they could see Dante's crazy fighting style, especially when the demon finally broke away from his possession and flew into the sky. Constant Both Din and Liv could see the shadow.

What's more, Dante, who was walking at the front, seemed to be burning with fire, which put everyone out of the mood to talk.

However, Liv couldn't help it anymore.

"Dante"

She greeted her softly, and upon hearing her words, Dante turned to look at her.

Liv was startled, but Dante's pupils were still red.

"Your arm is broken, you need to go to the hospital"

Despite her fear, Liv said what was on her mind.

Dante frowned, and then the redness in his pupils slowly faded.

"A hospital is just a place like a church, no, I don't need it."

Dante said something, his voice was soft and pleasant, which made Liv's nervousness gradually subside.

"How can a hospital be the same as a church? A hospital is a place for treatment. For injuries like yours, you must go to the hospital."

"Yes, isn't that the same as a church? Isn't it the priest who treats you who is under God's throne?"

"No"

Just as Liv was about to explain something, Constantine interrupted her.

"Liv, don't look at the world with old eyes. Dante, you do the same. You also look at the world with old eyes." Constantine clapped his hands gently. "Dante, do you really not need treatment?"

"Need not."

Dante closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then opened his eyes and said with a very sure tone.

"My divinity gives me the ability to recover. Although at this stage, the recovery speed of divinity is not as fast as even weak recovery, but even so, an injury like mine can be almost healed in one night."

"Hey" Constantine looked at Dante with envy: "Your divinity is really useful"

With that said, Constantine took two quick steps and came to Dante's side.

"Dante"

He tried to look at Dante seriously.

"What do you think I should do if I want to achieve divinity?"

When Dante heard this, his eyes swept around Constantine twice, and then Dante said.

"You should ask me if it's possible for a bastard like you to achieve divinity."

"Then how would you answer?"

Constantine asked feebly. According to Dante, a bastard like him basically couldn't obtain divinity.

Constantine couldn't help but recall the scene in his mind that caused him pain two years ago. The soul of an innocent and kind little girl was sent to hell by Constantine.

"You don't need to say anything." Constantine said painfully: "How can a guy like me become a god one day?"

"No, I mean, you really have the hope of becoming a god. As long as you free one million souls trapped in the world and finally find a way out, you should be able to condense your own divinity."

"one million"

Constantine shook his head dejectedly.

"Even if I live a thousand years, I may not be able to save a million souls."

"Then there's no hope"

Dante waved his hand and continued walking in the direction of the House of Everything.

After taking two steps, Constantine spoke again.

"Dante, I have a presumptuous question that I don't know if I should ask."

"If you really feel presumptuous, don't ask," Dante said.

"How did you gain divinity back then? Was it also by saving trapped souls in the world?"

This guy actually asked anyway

Dante is helpless, Constantine is really a rogue, but he is not annoying either.

"My divinity comes from fighting. If I become a god, I will become the god of war." Dante stated calmly: "Since I was a warrior, I have challenged and killed more than 100,000 heads on the battlefield. Strong devil"

As soon as he finished speaking, even Liv and Chase's eyes widened.

"Do you think I earned my reputation as the strongest silver-haired magic swordsman by sleeping with women?"

"I think if you slept with a hundred thousand women more beautiful than you, you might be able to get a more domineering title," Constantine promised confidently.

Dante lightly hammered his chest.

"You bastard"

Just like that, the two of them came together and laughed evilly.

"Wait a minute, I realize I don't understand what you are talking about at all."

Liv asked in confusion. She followed and listened for a long time. She felt like she was listening to fantasy.

After hearing Liv's words, Dante turned to her and said something.

"Did you really not understand?" Dante had an evil smile on his face, and he said in a frivolous tone: "Or, you just can't believe what you heard."

"OK" Liv waved her hands helplessly and admitted this: "I really can't believe it. From what you said, you are a god, and John, John seems to be a person who helps souls ascend to heaven."

"Ha ha"

Dante smiled and patted Constantine on the arm.

"The Mysterious Side of the Infamous Smoke"

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Constantine, the ghost and scumbag, will be regarded as a saint one day." Chas said and laughed. This was the first time Dante saw him smile. No wonder he has a cold personality. It turns out that he is really ugly when he smiles.

Constantine looked embarrassed.

"Liv"

He said Liv's name emphatically.

"Remember, saving souls is something that only those hypocritical and dull saints will do. I am Constantine, I am, am."

At this point, Constantine hesitated. He really didn't want to emphasize the content on the business card printed for him by Chas.

Master of Dark Arts

That's so shameful

Seeing Constantine standing there hesitating, Dante laughed.

"John, just admit it, you do have the heart of a saint beneath your bastard exterior."

"Shut your mouth"

Constantine was furious for no apparent reason.

"Dante, don't use your head that has been raped countless times by Purgatory to judge my behavior. Saint, if I were a saint, my father would not have died, and Astra's soul would not have gone to hell. "

Constantine's eyes widened, and his short golden hair seemed to stand upright at this moment. His long windbreaker automatically moved without wind, and he exuded a terrifying aura.

But so what, could Dante be afraid?

"Do you know what you just said?" Dante finished the sentence word by word. Then, Dante spread his legs slightly, and slowly stretched his right hand over his shoulder to his back. He once again planned to grab something. , but this time, he didn’t miss the opportunity

It was a long sword, a long sword with extremely bright patterns. The sword body was about one and a half meters long, the blade was about nine centimeters wide, and the hilt was about 30 centimeters long. The hilt was glowing with a black cold light, and the blade But it shone with silver light. When Dante held it in his hand, Dante's momentum increased sharply.

Seeing this scene, Constantine was stunned. The aura on his body slowly disappeared, and the magic brewing in his hands dispersed into elements and merged into the world.

"Although we have known each other for a short time, I thought we were friends."

When Constantine spoke, his eyes were full of pain and loneliness, as if he had been greatly hurt.

"Dante, I have seen you reach your hands behind your back more than once. I thought it was your prayer before fighting, but I didn't expect that you were actually drawing your sword."

Constantine fell to his knees with a plop, his hands weakly supporting his body. He slowly raised his head to look at Dante, with two lines of tears flowing from his eyes.

"You never drew your sword when facing the devil, but now, you point it at me. Do you hate me more than the devil?"

After saying that, Constantine put his head on the grass in pain, and Liv shed tears as he watched.

Dante watched all this blankly. For a long time, he slowly inserted the long sword into his back. The long sword quickly turned into a tattoo and was tattooed on Dante's spine.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was so important in your heart."

Dante helped Constantine up and explained quickly.

"John, to be honest, the action of drawing the sword is really a habit I have developed through many years of fighting. Moreover, only when my energy intensity exceeds 100 and I become a warrior can I draw out the rebellion. In the previous battles, My energy has not yet reached the level of a warrior, but after the fight with that demon just now, I am already a warrior, so I really didn’t draw the sword because I hate you, it’s just that I have become stronger.”

Dante explained a lot, but Constantine's eyes still looked like a dead person, which made Dante feel even more guilty.

"What should I do to make you forgive me?"

Dante asked anxiously. As his first friend after escaping from purgatory, and a very palatable friend, Constantine actually had a different status in his heart.

Especially what happened just now made Dante wish he could treat Constantine as a close friend

After a brief hesitation, Dante bit his right index finger severely. The next moment, a drop of silvery blood flowed out from Dante's fingertip.

"This is the blood of a demigod. It contains a trace of the divinity of a demigod. Although this drop of blood may lose some effectiveness because I am too weak, it should still be able to save your life when you are in danger."

Dante said as he pressed the drop of blood to Constantine's eyeball.

"Aha"

Constantine cheered up instantly. He jumped up from the ground, gave Dante a big hug, and even kissed Dante's cheek with his mouth full of saliva, and was treated well by Constantine's stubble. After the friction, Dante's whole body felt bad.

"I knew we would be the best brothers, Dante. Although you made me sad just now, you called me John before, so I decided to forgive you."

Constantine said as he put his arm around Dante's shoulders affectionately.

"You know, before this, you have always called me Constantine, but just now when you were angry, you actually called me John. You actually called me by my name directly. Does this mean that our friendship has taken a further step?"

After Constantine finished speaking, he immediately let go of Dante. He walked towards the Master Room in a very normal posture. Dante looked at it for a long time and could not tell that this man had been grief-stricken just now.

Chas looked past Dante, then looked back at Dante. Seeing the pity in Chas's eyes, Dante seemed to understand something.

Liv glanced at Dante innocently, and there were still fresh tears in Liv's eyes.

Dante and Liv looked at each other, then laughed together.

"Did I be tricked into taking a drop of divine blood by this bastard?" Dante asked.

Liv thought for a moment.

"I don't know what the significance of divine blood is, but it seems so."