Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 462 Mission: 01-3 Ambition Reaching Great Heights
The call to counterattack has been sounded.

With this conviction, Mr. Nero rejoined the battlefield. Beside him were Mr. Dante and Mr. Virgil.

"...Pretty fast."

Mr. Virgil glanced at Mr. Nero and said indifferently.

Mr. Dante was much more straightforward than this man; he simply nodded and said, "It's good that you're back safe and sound."

It was quite safe, almost too safe. Even Mr. Nero could say that the danger was entirely on the old men's side, and he had simply gone to a safe place to hide for a while.

But that's really embarrassing.

The three worked together to deal with the surrounding enemies, and their verbal communication temporarily ceased. Mr. Nero, who had abandoned the old folks to seek refuge alone (though forced to), was now working even harder, his wild and untamed magic enveloping his entire body and also wrapping around the "Crimson Queen" in his hand.

He recalled the power sword Nero had once created using a magic core, where magic drove the spreading flesh to devour steel. Scales then enveloped the eyeball that appeared on the engine, covering the blade and transforming this "Order Knight's Sword" into his own magical sword.

It looked as if it had become one with his demonized arm.

Mr. Nero grinned maliciously. This way… he could truly unleash his full power at will, without fear of damaging his sword.

He suddenly felt that he was actually quite clever, having figured this out after only seeing it once.

No longer needing to expend energy protecting his weapon, Mr. Nero's sword-wielding movements became considerably more agile. The demonized power core no longer spewed flames, but rather dazzling streams of light, which further accelerated his movements—

Although she's a bit difficult to control, she's definitely much better than Nero, who's completely clueless about how to use her. After all, practice makes perfect.

The sword, propelled by light, was accelerated to near-light speed, so fast that even Mr. Nero himself could hardly catch a glimpse of it. The moment he slammed the sword into the ground, an unprecedented sense of exhilaration welled up within him.

The land of the Demon Realm was quite exhilarated, so much so that it was almost cleaved in two in an instant. Okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but seriously, this simple strike released the energy of an earthquake of magnitude nine or higher.

In that instant, the earth shattered, the atmosphere roared, and a terrifying shockwave was released from him, whipping up a storm powerful enough to blow everything away.

But this was still not enough to threaten his enemies.

Indeed, one only needs to look at the towering, blood-red waves on either side to know this. The earthquake and storm tore the walls of the waves to shreds, but compared to the whole, it was like throwing a stone into a pond and splashing water. This Red Sea, evoked by Nero, far exceeded any imagination in its height.

"The gap is actually widening?" Mr. Nero sighed helplessly, accepting the fact.

"Kid, how come I never realized you were such a competitive person?"

The tone of those words was naturally that of Mr. Dante. Then Mr. Virgil spoke up: "Don't overthink it. This is because your pursuit of power wasn't strong enough in the past. From now on..."

Mr. Dante had to say that he got a headache whenever someone mentioned power: "Don't forget what you were like when you were pursuing power."

The final result wasn't great either; we still lost.

“That’s better than rotting away in pleasure. Nero, I’m glad you haven’t picked up any bad habits from someone.”

The very sharp remark made Mr. Dante's face turn ugly: "Virgil, I will not allow you to slander my hobbies."

Comics are just better than poetry! Don't blame Mr. Dante for being blunt, but people who read poetry have ulterior motives! Pretentious show-offs!

Mr. Virgil brilliantly ignored it.

Mr. Nero stretched his limbs slightly and unleashed another strike. This time, the power was clearly greater than the previous one. Having adapted to the acceleration of the new demonic sword, he was certain that the current "Crimson Queen" was the best fit for him.

"Much more comfortable than before." After muttering this to himself, Mr. Virgil, having finished his reaping, sheathed his sword and returned it to its place, saying calmly, "Good idea."

"Come on." Mr. Dante landed on the still trembling ground and immediately reopened Mr. Nero's old wound: "Tell me honestly, wasn't this thing first conceived by Nero?"

“…Dante.”

"what happened?"

Mr. Nero looked up, his eyes blazing: "You old geezer, you talk too much!"

The earth trembled again.

Trembling.

A continuous trembling.

In a way, Mr. Dante's words were quite successful; the furious Mr. Nero could only vent his boundless energy on Monds. He was now in a situation where taking a step back only made him angrier; the fact that Nero did most things better than him was truly unsettling.

Along with his anger, his desire to surpass his opponent also grew stronger. Mr. Nero wielded his sword, faster and faster—

It was so fast that the blade melted into the air. Violent shockwaves came one after another, and the constantly shaking earth continued to crack and collapse, quickly forming a gigantic crater as exaggerated as the one that had crashed into the moon.

"Hey, you don't really need to work this hard," Mr. Dante reappeared through the shockwave. "If we old guys are surpassed so easily by the younger generation, wouldn't we lose face?"

Mr. Virgil coldly retorted: "You didn't say that when you lost to that Nero over there."

Turning his head, he shouted to Mr. Nero in the eye of the storm, "I support you! Defeat Dante as soon as possible!"

"Virgil, are you taking revenge for someone else?!"

"I've already lost before, so this definitely counts as selflessness."

Hearing the two outside bickering again, Mr. Nero gave a wry smile. He could easily tell that Mr. Virgil's insistence on defeating Mr. Dante stemmed from his displeasure at the fact that he was the only one who had ever lost.
However, as a small goal, it seems quite good.

He slowed down a bit, took a moment to glance at Nero's situation from afar, and made up his mind.

Listen to Mr. Virgil!

Defeating Nero head-on was definitely his long-term goal, so choosing Mr. Dante as his short-term benchmark was indeed just right.

After taking down the annoying Mondes, the next thing to do is figure out how to beat Mr. Dante!

“Nero, I think…”

Mr. Nero interrupted him.

“Dante,” he said earnestly, “don’t worry, I will make sure you retire as soon as possible!”

"--ah?!"

Even if it's just for the sake of this guy's future, this matter is urgent!

(End of this chapter)