Custom Made Demon King

After obtaining the wind magic circuit from Beelzebub’s shell, Roy had been thinking about how to use wind magic in battle.

There were only a few more destructive moves such as wind blades, vacuum fields, tornadoes, and so on, but Roy had created a new skill for himself and used wind magic in close combat.

The inspiration for the skill naturally came from the King of Fighters’ Goenitz. Whether someone was strong or not was a matter of version, but whether they were cool or not was a matter of a lifetime. Without a doubt, Roy had used the True Eighth Maiden: Cruelties of True Reality and took the cool route.

Of course, with a divine artifact like the Red Dragon Emperor’s Gauntlet, Roy’s new move was not only cool but also very powerful. Moreover, this move not only could use his wind power but also his lightning power and ice power. It was a versatile move…

Roy had actually held back on the last strike when he sent Vergil into the earth. Otherwise, if he had used sixty-four times his strength to attack with a Thirty-hit Nail Punch, Vergil would probably no longer exist in this world.

It could be said that Roy had insta-killed Vergil this time. After Vergil crashed into the ground, Dante reacted and hurriedly rushed into the pit that Vergil had smashed, going deep underground. After a while, he found the heavily injured Vergil and saved him from drowning.

Boom! Dante carried Vergil and broke through the rock and soil layer. After returning to the surface, he finally saw Vergil’s injuries.

Over half of Vergil’s chest had now become ghastly white bones, which was due to Roy’s claws and the tearing of the wind blades. At this moment, apart from the heart still beating in his chest, most of his internal organs had disappeared, probably turned into fragments and vanishing in the bloody storm earlier.

His tattered chest was open, and the surrounding muscle tissues were slowly growing again. Under the power of his demon bloodline, it was still possible to recover. As for how long it would take, it was hard to say. With such severe injuries, it was equivalent to Vergil completely withdrawing from the battle.

Although Dante and Vergil had always been injuring each other, Vergil was still Dante’s brother after all. When he saw Vergil’s miserable state, Dante was furious.

The battle between Nero and Sareth had already stopped. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dante transformed back into his human form and walked toward Nero. He handed Vergil to Nero to get him to take care of him.

However, Nero was unhappy. Vergil was the culprit who caused his disability. He was Dante’s brother, but it had nothing to do with him. What did he mean by getting him to take care of Vergil?

Nero did not want to help. He curled his lips and said, “Dante, why don’t I do it? And you take care of this guy.”

“No, you can’t beat him!” Dante shook his head. “You’d better take care of Vergil. Don’t let the aftershocks of the battle affect him.”

“I can’t guarantee that!” Nero said unhappily.

“No! You have to ensure that he lives!” Dante grabbed Nero’s collar angrily.

“Why?!” Nero slapped Dante’s hand away and raised his mechanical right arm. He shouted at Dante, “Even if he’s your brother, don’t forget what he did before. Osiris is right. Who caused the disaster in Red Grave City?! Your brother! Because of him, countless people died in this disaster. We were still discussing how to kill him earlier, but now you want me to ensure that he doesn’t die?! Is your brain muddled?!”

“But he’s your father!” Dante suddenly said. “Do you want to see your father die here?!”

“Wh-what?!” Nero was dumbfounded.

“I’ve had my suspicions since the first time I met you!” Dante sighed. “Don’t tell me that you think just anyone can use Yamato and resonate with its power?”

“H-how is this possible?!” Nero looked at Vergil, who was lying on the ground, at a loss, and his face contorted uncontrollably.

Dante stretched out his hand and summoned Demon Sword Dante again. Then he transformed into his Sin Devil form and turned around. Without looking back, he said to Nero, “I will make him redeem his mistakes, but Nero… He can’t die in your hands…”

With that, Dante stomped on the ground and rushed toward Roy in the distance, leaving Nero facing Vergil and at a loss for what to do.

Clang! Demon Sword Dante slashed at Frostmourne, which instantly appeared in Roy’s hand. The enormous shock wave produced by the collision of the two swords swept all around. Seeing the shock wave coming, Nero could no longer worry about his confusion. He quickly blocked in front of Vergil and helped him withstand the shock wave.

Dante was crazy at this moment. He did not defend at all and used storm-like attacks to fight Roy. Roy used Frostmourne to block left and right, seemingly struggling to deal with the attacks.

Roy’s swordsmanship was indeed not as good as Dante’s. In fact, Roy had not studied any swordsmanship. When he fought with Frostmourne, he relied on his strength and speed to swing his sword. Dante seemed to have noticed this, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

After hundreds of rounds, Dante finally caught Roy’s flaw. He swung the demon sword in his hand horizontally and suddenly slashed at Roy’s wrist.

With a swish, Dante severed Roy’s right hand, which was holding the sword. Frostmourne flew away along with his hand, and then…

Then it landed not far from Nero!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dante charged and stabbed the demon sword into Roy’s chest.

The two of them were in the air, and the scene suddenly seemed to freeze. Dante’s demon face was panting heavily, while Roy looked down at the demon sword pierced into his chest.

“How was it… so easy?” Dante was in disbelief and a little confused.

Roy suddenly smiled sinisterly at him, as though he had guessed his thoughts. “Of course, it won’t be that easy!”

With that, Roy’s body once again turned into countless tiny clones. Even the severed hand holding Frostmourne was the same. These tiny clones gathered together again after retreating a distance and reformed into his main body. The wound that Dante had stabbed just now returned to its original state, and even his severed right hand was intact.

“Damn it…” Dante cursed. He was about to rush forward when he suddenly saw Roy extending his hand toward Frostmourne, seemingly wanting to recall his sword.

But at this moment, it was unknown what Nero was thinking. After seeing Roy’s intentions, he rushed forward and grabbed Frostmourne tightly.

Frostmourne struggled hard in Nero’s hands, but Nero gritted his teeth and persisted, using his strength to stop Roy from summoning the demon sword.

And it just so happened that Dante rushed forward again and entangled Roy. So after a few unsuccessful attempts, Roy gave up on recalling Frostmourne and continued fighting with Dante empty-handed.

Nero immediately felt a little self-satisfied, feeling that he had helped. He took Frostmourne and returned to Vergil’s side.

However, when he turned around, he did not notice that the skeleton eyes on Frostmourne suddenly flashed with a red light before disappearing.

Dante’s berserk attacks continued for a while. Although he was using the method of exchanging injuries with injuries to add some wounds to Roy’s body, his own consumption was immense. After Roy punched his blade and forced him back, he stabilized himself in the air and stopped his charge temporarily as he floated and tried to catch his breath.

“Is this really good?” Roy also stopped and suddenly said teasingly to Dante, “I don’t know what the use of your futile attacks is. If you want to continue, I can waste an entire day with you. But I have to remind you that your brother, Vergil, might really die!”

“Huh? Huh?!” Dante did not react at first, but then he suddenly thought of something and said in surprise, “Not good. That sword just now…”

He turned around abruptly and saw that there was an abnormal flush on Nero’s face. His eyes were bloodshot and beginning to become confused. He stood beside the unconscious Vergil, slowly raised Frostmourne in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at Vergil, who was lying on the ground…

“Not anyone can pick up my sword…” Roy grinned sinisterly.

Nero’s current state was indeed not quite right. After he picked up Frostmourne, his perception of the outside world was quietly fading away. It was as though someone was whispering to him in his ears, and he gradually became immersed in these whispers.

The Mind Distortion effect in Frostmourne began to work.

It would have been fine if Dante had not told him about the true relationship between Vergil and him, but Dante had done so. Thus, Nero, who was already flustered, suddenly had a flaw in his mind…

The hatred of losing his arm and the loneliness of being abandoned when he was young… As a father, Vergil had not fulfilled his duties to Nero, but instead, he repeatedly added pain to Nero. Under normal circumstances, these emotions would gradually become hidden in Nero’s heart and buried. But under the effect of Mind Distortion, these emotions were dug out and continuously magnified, eventually turning into hatred and a desire for revenge against Vergil…

Under the guidance of Frostmourne, he prepared to kill Vergil!

“You!!!” Dante turned to look at Roy and roared, “Did you do it on purpose?!”

“That’s right!” Roy admitted freely and spread his hands. “I said that I wanted to borrow Demon Sword Dante and Yamato, and I also told you not to reject me. But how did you respond? Since you don’t know what’s good for you, I’ll take them myself! Vergil is stubborn, but it’s not necessary to get Yamato from him. It’s fine to change to someone else…”

“Ahhhh!!! Damn it!” Dante was full of grief and anger at this moment, but he could not worry about Roy and rushed to stop Nero.

Roy did not stop him. He had already had a lot of fun this time, and he did not have to kill Vergil. He believed that this lesson was enough to engrave in Dante’s and the others’ minds. After he destroyed their pride, they would obediently hand over Demon Sword Dante and Yamato…

Boom! Dante arrived in time and sent Nero flying, saving Vergil.

Frostmourne flew out of Nero’s hand. At this moment, Nero suddenly woke up and recalled his actions just now. Cold sweat drenched his back.

“W-what did I want to do just now?” Frostmourne stabbed into the ground diagonally. Nero saw a mocking gaze appear in the eye sockets of the skull at the sword hilt, startling him so much that he crawled away from Frostmourne, this strange and terrifying demon sword.

Before Dante and Nero could heave a sigh of relief, Frostmourne flew off the ground and returned to Roy’s hand. At this moment, Roy had already arrived above the three of them. His tall body covered the three of them with shadows, and his enormous demon wings flapped slowly. Roy landed with his sword and looked down at Dante and the others. “I’ll say this one last time. Hand over Demon Sword Dante and Yamato. I’m not interested in your world, but if you want to obstruct me from achieving my goal, I don’t mind collecting more souls!”