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Victor woke up from the memory, but even so, the icy feeling that penetrated his heart was still difficult to fade.

He uttered a phrase he would never have said—

"Don't you think you're too greedy?" he

looked down condescendingly over the boy, his eyes cold and indifferent

, "You have neither the slightest strength nor a desire to protect someone." You don't want to run away, you don't want to meet death, and now someone else will come to rescue you?" The

little boy lowered his head, his hands propped up on the ground, tears fell

down his eyes Victor frowned, ready to call the demon bird to solve the demon here.

The little boy's voice came into his ears at this time—

"What's wrong with that?" Victor

froze in place

, "What do you say?"

Victor took a deep breath, the icy coldness gradually receded in the boy's words, he said no more, and waved his hand for the enchantments to move.

Turning to leave, leaving only a faint

"No." "

Yes, how similar is the little boy to Virgil at this moment

, but Virgil is lucky, he has Spartan blood, he was born with worldly authority and power.

"Che, after being a god for five hundred years, really thinks of himself as a god.

Victor smiled self-deprecatingly, looking at the demon giant tree in the distance, his eyes a little confused-

"I'm a little homesick, both homes."

He paused, sensing that the demons had helped the mother and son escape, and inexplicably felt a little bored.

He didn't say more, but silently led the enchantments and walked on the road of Red Tomb City.

Childhood encounters lead Dante and Virgil to different paths, they fight for different reasons, and they each have different reasons.

Perhaps, this is why Virgil has always been unable to defeat Dante

, and a month passes quickly, and Nero returns to the Red Tomb City with his assistant and new robotic arm.

The two sides split up again, and Victor found the Spartan Sword somewhere at the root of the magic tree.

It was a demon sword made of spine and flesh and blood, and Sensen's white bones were entangled with blood-colored demon flesh, twisting into a morbid sword shape.

"Lean, why is it so heavy?!"

Victor exerted his strength before lifting his sword.

After all, this is a demon sword, but it is not something that a pure human like Victor can touch porcelain.

Just as Victor was worried, the voice of the demon bird came from a distance.

"Hey, V, come over and see what I find?"

Victor dragged his greatsword over and saw a sleeping Dante.

Obviously disappeared in Red Tomb City for a month, but not only did he not weaken, but he felt that the injuries on his body were repaired.

Victor squatted down and reached out to stroke the root

of the magic tree, "Is that so, because of the same bloodline, the magic tree regards you and the guy above as an individual, so is it providing energy for you?" Victor

inexplicably wanted to laugh at

the reason why Dante was able to stay in a coma for a month in peace, in addition to the misjudgment of the magic tree, the magic sword in his hand must have played a big role.

Perhaps it was the father, the saber of Sparta, who silently guarded his son when he was seriously injured....

"Why, it's always you who are protected, Dante?"

Inexplicably, Victor has some pity for Virgil, obviously he has the same bloodline, but the person who is a younger brother is always protected, and the older brother can only rely on his own strength.

Victor sighed, raised his greatsword with great effort, and poked it towards Dante's head.

Zheng -

The great sword was inserted next to Dante's head, and the Majin, who had been unconscious, also woke up the moment he sensed the crisis.

He nimbly got up from the ground, magically repaired his clothes, and took the great sword from Victor's hand.

"This is not something you can play, Mr. Skinny Bamboo Pole~"

The familiar playfulness, it seems that the previous battle did not defeat his spirit.

After thanking Victor, Dante took his sword and turned away.

This month, he thought of many things in his coma dreams, and since Virgil could find strength in the old mansion, he should probably go home as soon as possible.

Victor was about to catch up, but suddenly felt weaker than ever.

"Ahem, damn it, what's going on?" Looking

at the cracks that appeared on the hands, this showed that this body was running out of time, and if it didn't fuse, it would really be over.

Victor

suddenly became alert—

the Spartan

Sword! This is a power that only the inheritors of the Spartan bloodline can hold, and half of his own pure human touch this sword will be sucked into life.

"It is a demon sword that demons fear.

Victor smiled bitterly and chased after him with his weak body, while Dante had already dealt with a demon and rescued a female teammate, Trish.

Trish looks exactly like Dante and Virgil's mother.

Dante was used to seeing it and was not impressed, and Victor, who had just accepted Virgil's memory, couldn't help but breathe when he saw this face at this moment.

Young Virgil's call for help seemed to ring in his ears again at this moment.

Dante, who was preoccupied with Urisen, did not notice Victor's small change, and after leaving him here to take care of Trish, he rode away on his motorcycle again.

Victor walked slowly to Trish's side, his eyes were confused for a moment, and asked

, "Want to hear a story, the story of a pair of brothers..." Victor

sat on the gravel, telling the scene in Virgil's memory and Virgil's action of separating himself from himself in a third-person perspective.

He didn't know why he did it, maybe it was because Trish, who looked exactly the same as Dante's mother, Eva.

After hearing this, Trish paused,

"I'm not your mother.

Victor was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed deeply—

no, so wrong, how could he do such a thing,

as if he wasn't controlling the body just now?

Although Victor had some guesses for a while, he still chased after him.

At this moment, the ground collapsed, Victor fell sharply down, and Trish in front of him had run away.

Victor was about to open his mouth to ask for help, but saw the face of a teenager.

It was Virgil, who was lying on the ground for help!

His throat seemed to be choked, and he could not make a sound, and the cold despair devoured him little by little.

Snap -

a hand grabbed Victor's wrist, the same face as Eva, and leaned out from behind the soil layer.

In a trance, Victor seems to have become a teenager Virgil, but this time, his mother saves him....