Zuo Si never expected things to turn into this kind of situation.
He had planned everything out perfectly: wander around, wait for things to end, then go find Nero and use his eloquence to trick Nero and his wife into coming to the island.
But who could have known that from the moment Victoria’s greatsword was sent flying, the whole situation would become completely different.
The entire process was full of coincidences and uncertainty, but the final result achieved seemed quite marvelous—at least that was how Zuo Si felt.
But regardless of anything else.
Vergil had returned after all.
The surrounding space began to crack, as if it were shattered glass, beginning to fall, dissipate, and return to the appearance of the normal world, while that man in the blue trench coat stood with his back to them, exuding a dangerous aura.
Dante curled his lip and cursed under his breath.
"SHIT, Vergil!"
He let out a low roar and then charged toward Vergil.
The white-haired man holding the katana turned his head slightly; he directly raised his blade, not even drawing the weapon, and simply thrust the scabbard out, striking Dante in the chest.
Dante was struck by the immense power; this demon hunter could not resist it and was sent flying directly, flipping several times in the air before landing on the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Damn it!" He struggled to climb up, glaring at Vergil before him.
"You are too tired, Dante," Vergil said expressionlessly. "You are no match for me now—I will wait for you at the top of the Demon Tree."
His tone was cold and domineering, appearing incredibly formidable. This gentleman turned around calmly, drew his blade, and slashed through the air, tearing open a spatial rift.
After sheathing his blade, Vergil walked toward it, but at that very moment, he suddenly felt a burst of heat coming from behind him.
He subconsciously turned his head to block with the hilt, and then felt a massive force transmitted through it.
This force made Vergil feel his hand heating up, and his body was even pushed back several steps.
What kind of power is this?
Vergil was startled and looked before him—he saw those three strange men.
Among them, the armored tough guy was holding a firearm that looked full of firepower at first glance, and beside him, the man in casual clothes had a look of total headache on his face.
Vergil had inherited V's memories, so he naturally knew who these three people in front of him were.
Although he had seen the three of them fight at the time and did indeed think that armored tough guy was strong, it was only after truly exchanging blows that he felt just how formidable this person's power was!
But he had never expected that the armored tough guy would be this strong!
Vergil felt his heart surging!
He casually closed the gate behind him and then walked slowly toward DOOM.
"Before eating the main course, having a little dessert seems nice too."
DOOM ignored him; the tough guy simply took out an even more powerful weapon and began the battle.
Zuo Si hid to the side and began to sigh.
In the end, things still turned out like this.
DOOM had ended up fighting Vergil after all.
Victoria was holding her "heavy crossbow" and did not immediately go to participate in this battle—she usually spent most of her time hunting those types of giant creatures, and this kind of struggle against a person was a first.
What's more, among those massive monsters, there were simply no guys like this who had super-fast movement speeds and could teleport.
Therefore, she was having a bit of trouble aiming for a moment.
Dante was clearly also caught in a daze; he had no idea what that tough guy who had suddenly appeared was doing there.
However, that tough guy's combat power had left a deep impression on him.
But an impression is just an impression, and Dante also felt that if these two continued to fight like this, it was very likely to result in a life-or-death situation.
If that tough guy died, those two demon hunters over there might end up dragging out other issues.
If Vergil died, although Dante didn't have much of a feeling about it—after all, Vergil deserved to die for doing such things—he truly couldn't accept it if Vergil didn't die by his own hands.
Therefore, Dante shouted toward DOOM over there.
"Hey, buddy, can you leave him to me? That's my brother, it's better if we handle this matter."
DOOM didn't speak at all, but judging by his aura, it seemed he had no intention of backing down.
The tough guy took out more weapons that looked even more formidable and pulled the trigger, aiming at the Vergil in front of him.
The flashing light crossed the air, leaving behind scorching power; the burning aura seared and surged, like a torrential aria, emitting wails and bringing forth hisses.
Vergil drew his katana, the pale blue light flickering and drifting on the blade, and things resembling blade marks appeared in the surrounding space; those blades left traces in the air, seemingly capable of cutting through everything.
In this high-intensity clash between the two sides, the clothes on Vergil's body became somewhat charred, and there were quite a lot of blade marks on DOOM's armor as well.
This was a first for both of them.
It was the first time Vergil had encountered someone as strong as Dante, and it was rare for DOOM to encounter a "demon" capable of leaving scars on his body.
DOOM knew very well that this was stronger than any demon he had ever seen, but he would not retreat. As the strongest Destroyer Warrior, how could he possibly retreat in front of a "demon"?
If that were the case, how could he still protect those lives threatened by demons?
"Fine, I know my foolish brother is a bit difficult," Dante sighed helplessly, then propped himself up from the ground, "but at least let me handle the final blow."
After muttering this, Dante also intended to join this battlefield.
Zuo Si on the sidelines had an even worse headache.
Seeing the scene before him becoming increasingly chaotic, Zuo Si had no idea what he should do.
Could he perhaps go in and use his physical body to withstand those people's attacks? Tell them to stop fighting?
"Rick, can my protective shield withstand this?"
After thinking of this, Zuo Si asked on a whim.
No problem, Rick. Your protective shield can even resist planetary impacts; its defensive capability is very strong.
Zuo Si raised an eyebrow, and a bold idea popped into his mind.
And then...
Where did Nero go?
Zuo Si was pondering this, and at that very moment, Zuo Si suddenly heard a voice coming from the air:
"Hey! Who is this guy!?"
It was a girl's voice, and Zuo Si couldn't help but feel a bit dazed.
Lady? Or Trish?
He looked back at the sky and discovered a girl with beautiful hair as pale as white gold, wearing casual formal attire, drifting down.
Her hair was tied behind her head, and in her hand, she held a red sword.
Red Queen.
Seeking support!
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