The opening game plays Dante, directing the trial of the comic comic man

“If you want to talk about the origin of the Rebel Blade, you have to mention a story that everyone considers to be a legend.”

Rejected the opportunity offered by the trial space to repair the safe house after passing through the tower level.

After destroying the demons encountered in the entire second layer, as well as the three-headed dog of the level boss hell on the second level.

Still calm and relaxed, there is no trace of disordered Ancheng.

Staying outside the Guandi room like a tourist behind him, watching An Cheng lift the three-headed dog of Hell into the air to show off the trials and girls who show off their skills to death.

Slowly stepped up the grand red carpeted steps of the closed room, pushed open the heavy bronze door, and entered the third floor of the Devil’s Tower.

[This has just arrived from the first layer to the second layer, and it only took an hour for the Demon Hunter God to have already reached the third level, and even most of the time was spent on the road! ] 】

[The efficiency of the Demon Hunter God, and when they only relied on poetry themselves, it was really a heaven and an earth, and it couldn’t be compared to it! ] 】

[According to this progress, maybe it only takes two days for the Demon Hunter God to speed through the entire Demon Tower and return to the real world! ] 】

[Stop talking nonsense, quiet down and listen to the story of the Demon Hunter God! ] 】

Officially stepping on the third floor of the Demon Tower, the atmosphere An Cheng felt was completely different from the obvious desolation of the second floor.

The third floor of the Devil’s Tower seems to be the residence carefully built by a certain nobleman.

When you step on the cloister, a high-class red carpet with a comfortable and soft feel comes from the soles of your feet.

Small mahogany tables with exquisite shapes dot the uninhabited corridors at intervals, and golden candlesticks burning with red candles like blood are placed on the tabletops.

The intoxicating smell of strange incense permeates every piece of air on the third floor.

It was so quiet that you couldn’t see a demon wandering in the corridor, and you could even faintly hear someone plucking the strings and playing a beautiful timbre.

On the walls at the left and right ends of the corridor, there are oil paintings framed in gold frames.

These are the paintings of the master, in the form of murals.

Arranged from beginning to end, individual oil paintings stretch to a deep part of the corridor, telling a mysterious story that no one knows.

And the closest oil painting to the location of the trialist girls who visited the third floor for the first time.

It depicts a powerful black demon with a structure similar to a human body.

The pitch-black demon who was shaped like a mighty black knight held an exaggerated black sword in his hand and a huge scarlet ruby in front of his forehead.

At the end of the two curved pitch-black demon horns, a blinding crimson color was revealed.

The pitch-black devil has curved black demon wings.

The body tissues shaped like a cloak skirt are surging with lava-like golden red, which is the most eye-catching bright color on his body besides pure black.

[This black demon looks so handsome! ] Although he is a demon, I have to say that he is completely grown on human aesthetics, and it is simply dancing crazy on my aesthetics! 】

[Indeed, just looking at this oil painting, you can feel a sense of beauty of appearance and strength at the same time, and at a glance it is a handsome and strong, strong and handsome demon, I don’t know if it will be the boss of this layer? ] 】

[It shouldn’t appear so early, if the third layer appears, doesn’t it mean that this demon is actually not so powerful?] 】

[I really want to see this demon really appear, and I don’t know who this pitch-black demon like a black knight will be stronger than the Demon Hunter God! ] 】

[Upstairs still use thinking?] That must be the Demon Hunter God is stronger, right?! 】

[That is, the Demon Hunter God must be the strongest! ] 】

The audience in the live broadcast room of the trial space also discovered the oil painting in front of the trialist girls, and they were immediately deeply attracted by the content displayed in the golden picture frame.

A heated discussion took place in the live broadcast room.

“About two thousand years ago, the demon emperor Mondes led the demons in the entire demon world in an attempt to invade the human world, so the human world, which symbolizes light, and the demon world, which represents darkness, broke out in this way.”

“With the human race of that period in BC as the enemy, the demons who were born powerful naturally won great victories all the way, and everywhere they went, human bones and the earth stained red with blood.”

An Cheng, who entered the trial space with the designated invitation, could not see the fierce discussion of the audience in the live broadcast room, and he walked slowly in this quiet and luxurious corridor.

In an unhurried tone, he spoke to the trialist girls behind him who listened intently to the story.

Even the Tacheng kitten quietly pursed his lips and followed behind An Cheng.

A pair of brown-yellow eyes shone with interest, listening to the story told by An Cheng that belonged to another world.

“Just when the number of human beings is rapidly declining and facing the crisis of being completely dominated by demons, a demon swordsman with pitch-black demon horns stepped forward.”

“I don’t know for what reason, that demon chose to betray the demon of the same race, but instead protected the hostile human being, single-handedly repelled the army of the demon world, and the demon world emperor Mondes as the leader, so that the human race survived.”

“The deeds of the Majin who betrayed their clan to protect humanity were sung by the surviving humans with gratitude and called the legendary Demon Swordsman ——— Sparta.”

“It’s just that with the evolution of the times, the story of Sparta the Demon Swordsman has long been regarded as a purely fabricated story, and few people know it, let alone believe it.”

[Wait a minute, have you found this story from the mouth of the Demon Hunter God……]

[And the oil paintings decorated on both sides of the corridor, subtly can match, right?] 】

[What do you mean, do you want to say that the story of the Demon Hunter God is based on the oil painting on the wall and made up on the spot?] 】

[No, can the story made up now be so fluent?] Moreover, what the Demon Hunter God just said is already the place where several oil paintings are shown later, can this be called made up? 】

[That’s right, the oil paintings in these Devil’s Tower obviously verify the correctness of the story in the mouth of the Demon Hunter God, okay, can you stop questioning and expose your own poor intelligence? ] 】

“Sparta… I remember Mr. Ancheng, when you pulled out that skeleton sword before, there was a demon at the top who roared out this name. ”

Under the snow, Yukino touched her fair and delicate chin thoughtfully.

Recalling the roar of the terrifying demons outside the room at the bottom of the second floor, which almost made her think she was going to be torn to shreds.

Her face couldn’t help but turn a little pale again.

“It’s not just the roar from the upper demons, I remember that the Phantom of the Guard Boss on the first level also seems to have said the name Sparta, and it seems to be specifically saying……. Son of Sparta? ”

Yotsuya Miko blinked her golden eyes and cautiously looked in Ancheng’s direction.

From the mouth of the phantom who was angry and corrupted at that time, it was not difficult for Yotsuya Miko to deduce.

The [Dante] that the lava giant spider demon phantom resents is the so-called son of the legendary demon swordsman Sparta.

However, to the surprise of Yotsuya Miko and the other Trialist girls, when Ancheng heard the title Son of Sparta.

As if it was not about itself, he did not show the slightest unusual reaction, and always maintained the exact same pace frequency as before.

Leading Yotsuya Miko, they continued to explore in the vast corridor.

[I Chao, I remembered what Miko said, I said how the name Spartan seems to have been heard somewhere, it turns out that when I was in the first class, the name of the flame spider said!!! 】

[Son of Sparta, demon hunter, Dante… These words said by Phantom are obviously all directed at one person! 】

[But why is the Demon Hunter God so indifferent, just like talking about other people’s things, is his relationship with his father incompatible? ] Or is the Demon Hunter God not a child of Sparta at all? 】

[If you think about it, according to the story told by the Demon Hunter God, Sparta appeared in the human world two thousand years ago, if the Demon Hunter God is the son of Sparta, then how old does he have to be this year?] 】

[Maybe Sparta only began to have children in modern times, but I also want to know how old the Demon Hunter God is now, and he looks very young on the outside, but the sophisticated experience of handling events, I don’t think it can be honed in decades. ] 】

“About three hundred years ago, in order to prevent another invasion of demons, Sparta built a sacrificial tower, and sealed the passage between humans and the demon world with the blood of itself and a human priestess.”

“It’s just that because of its proximity to the demon world, there are often demons flowing in the tower used for sealing.”

Ancheng didn’t care about Yotsuya Miko and Yukinoshita Yukino secretly looked at him.

Anyway, the people who were sons of Sparta were Dante and Virgil.

An Cheng only obtained Dante’s power and Virgil’s moves through Dante’s character template, and had no connection with the legendary swordsman Sparta.

At most, it can only be said that the demon bloodline of An Cheng’s body comes from the legendary strongest demon swordsman Sparta.

“Wait a minute, there are demons flowing in the tower, why does it sound so familiar…”

Yuki Asuna Naidai frowned slightly, a subtle expression appeared on her delicate face, and she asked slowly towards An Cheng in a hesitant tone.

“Could it be that, Mr. Ancheng, the demon tower chosen by the trial space is the sacrificial tower built by the demon swordsman Sparta?”