The Collection of The End

This is a bar that looks abandoned for a long time, and all the furnishings inside look old and dilapidated.

The wooden walls are covered with strange violent movie posters, the dusty wooden floors, the ceiling fan that rotates so slowly that one wonders whether it is useful, the storage cabinets with a large number of unknown objects, and the cardboard boxes that have been roughly opened. , there are many empty wine bottles on the counter, and the most complete and brand-new dark red single sofa in the entire "bar". There is a big red coat on the armrest of the sofa, and a hand is leaning on the side. Silver-white giant sword.

"Kong" with white hair and blue eyes, a free and uninhibited expression, wearing only a pair of leather pants, was leaning back on the sofa in a daze. No, judging from the constantly moving focus of his eyes, he was looking at about one meter in front of him. Something in the "air".

But there is nothing there.

Creak.

Creak.

Sigh——

The old ceiling fan above him continued to rotate for a few times before finally stopping under the load.

At the same time, a bald middle-aged man wearing a blue and black stand-up collared robe who looked like a priest opened the door and walked into the bar.

"Our store hasn't opened for business yet." Sora's eyes didn't shift towards him at all.

"My dear Arkham, I have brought you Master Vergil's invitation to the 'ball' and asked Mr. Dante to honor it." The bald man took out a black invitation from his pocket and then Said in a hoarse and weird voice.

"Arkham? Why don't you open a lunatic asylum and run around in Gotham?" "Song" responded casually: "I'm very busy, I have to help people fight zombies, and I don't have time to go to any weird dance parties."

"If you don't accept the invitation, I will be very troubled." The bald man who called himself Arkham completely ignored Sora's refusal. "If you insist, then I will have to force you to accept."

Chi hum——

Following Arkham's words, the invitation that was originally the size of an ordinary magazine suddenly shrank in his hand and became as small as a playing card, with a strange black light flashing around its edge.

"Oh? [Did Kotomine Kirei's ability as a clown come from here]?" "Sora" finally turned his attention to Arkham: "[There seems to be a problem with the chronological order, but this is very important to 'her'. Said it was just basic operations.】"

boom! Buzz!

Arkham raised his hand and threw the black poker towards "empty".

The thing that was clearly made of paper made a roar that broke the sound barrier and a vibrating sound like metal.

Clang!

"Kong" stood up, picked up the silver-white sword leaning against the sofa with his backhand, and struck the "invitation" directly from the front.

Boom, boom, boom, squeak!

The black poker was not stopped or destroyed. Instead, it bounced around with the help of this slashing force. It first knocked down the ceiling fan, then penetrated the storage cabinet, and then tore open the carton. After wiping a white mark on the bar counter, it fell straight to the ground. Shoot towards the back of "empty".

boom!

"Song" drew his gun from his waist without looking back, and shot the insidious playing card in the blind corner of his field of vision with a backhand shot.

And when the playing cards slowly fell, he turned his gun on Arkham: "It seems that your invitation was not successful, Baldy."

"No, my invitation has been sent. I will wait for your visit with my master." Arkham put his hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and then disappeared with the purple pentagram array that suddenly appeared at his feet. not see.

"What the hell..." "Song" picked up the sword and looked around.

Wow! Ga! Ga! Click!

The exact same magic circle that Arkham used when escaping appeared in all the locations hit by the playing card. There were even four locations where the "invitation letters" fell.

At the same time that the magic circle emerged, a dozen strange monsters with strange and shriveled figures, holding giant scythes and looking like scarecrows, appeared from it and launched an attack on Sora without hesitation.

"It's really troublesome..." Faced with more than a dozen scythes, "Song" even had time to put away the gun, raised his hand to comb back the hair that was scattered in front of his forehead, and then, just as the scarecrow monster's sharp blade was about to come. , the silver-white sword in the other hand suddenly turned into a zigzag of bright lightning, illuminating the entire bar as bright as day.

Ga——ka——

All the "scarecrows", no matter what position they were in, all remained in the same posture as before the "flash", unable to move. At the same time, something pure black like mist emerged from their bodies, and their bodies also Then gradually dissipated.

"It's really troublesome, [I thought the plot wouldn't start so soon]," "Sora" ignored the "scarecrows" that were stuck in the air and dissipated in a way that violated the rules of physics, picked them up and placed them on the armrest of the sofa. The coat walked towards the door of the bar: "It must be [Nero]'s fault."

Outside the bar is a deserted, foggy street. The only thing that illuminates them is the red sign on the bar door made of inferior light bulbs:

【DevilMayCry】

scare! Ga! Gu Gu!

Not long after "Song" walked out of the bar door, the strange cry sounded again. At the same time, monsters similar to those "scarecrows", but with wings, holding crossbows, or large shields, came out of the street one after another. Purple magic circles appeared everywhere. Not only did they exceed the number of scarecrows by more than three times, but from the configuration point of view, the "empty" equipment was also specially adjusted.

"I'll be honest..." "Song" looked at the monsters that occupied various advantageous terrains and were preparing to attack him in all directions, and said to the sky with a slight depression: "You plan to let your brother deal with this monster alone." An army of demons?”

In the streets crowded with demons, no one responded to him except for the roars of demons and the sound of weapons rubbing.

"Well, it seems that my sister is unreliable, so I can only rely on myself." "Song" shrugged in a pretentious manner, threw the silver sword aside, raised his hand and threw up the red coat in his hand.

As if it was some kind of signal, the densely packed demons attacked Sora at the same time.

Under the cover of Piao Fei's coat, "Kong" backhand pulled out another pure white pistol from the holster on the other side that was completely opposite in color to the pitch black pistol but basically the same shape, and accurately moved the muzzle Point to the nearest demon.

Bang bang...

Boom! !

Chi chi chi chi chi——

Before "Sky" fired two shots, the roar of motorcycles and the roar of missiles piercing the air were heard from extremely high places.

The next moment, a heavy-duty motorcycle with a silver-white body and many ice-blue spots on the body fell from the sky. At the same time, small missiles dropped like a heavy rain.

While the motorcycle crushed a demon holding a large shield, those missiles also swept away the demons on the street.

Boom! Boom boom boom——

After the smoke was blown away, "Bai" riding on the motorcycle opened the eyepiece of his helmet and looked at "Song": "Brother, what did you just say?"

"Uh-huh," "Kong" stupidly put himself into the coat that he had just left behind: "I said, my sister's fighting style is very handsome."

Creak, creak…boom!

The dilapidated, overburdened bar collapsed in the aftermath of the missile blast.

"...And it has nothing to do with the collapse of the Demon Hunter Agency."