Chapter 75: Vampire vs Dog

The wolf's body began to writhe and twist as if it were being tortured, but it wasn't just that. The smell of something akin to sulfur began to fill the air, clearly toxic.

Dante had no choice but to tear a piece of his clothing and use it as a makeshift nose mask to prevent his airways from being corrupted by the toxic environment. He ran as fast as he could to Nagasawa's unconscious body.

"Damn," he muttered as he looked at the creature being recreated before him. Utilizing the Giant Wolf's body as a sacrifice, a new being began to be summoned by a magical circle. The body exploded with power, and three heads began to emerge.

Dante tore another piece of clothing and placed it on Nagasawa. Like him, she was slightly awakening; he heard grunts coming from her.

The air was saturated with demonic energy. Dante's eyes fixed on the beast that had emerged; it was huge. The monster snarled at him, its three mouths salivating eagerly to taste new prey; they were ready to devour their quarry.

Dante looked at the beast and sighed softly. "I hate living."

With agile movement, Dante raised Durandal and advanced toward the demonic monster. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he launched his attack.

The first strike was Dante's, swift and precise. Swinging Durandal like a hurricane, he cut through the skin of the demonic wolf. However, the creature was too powerful; it skillfully dodged the blow and retaliated with a charge.

Dante narrowly dodged, but fortunately his reaction speed was much superior to that of the Demonic Wolf.

Unlike before, the Demonic Wolf was slower. The weight gained by the heads significantly changed the pace of the fight, leaving Dante at an advantage with his agility and smaller body. However, compared to the previous wolf, this one was three times stronger.

"Damn it!" he cursed as he incessantly dodged the Demonic Wolf's charges, which seemed to have no fatigue or opening for Dante to counterattack.

They were matching each other's weaknesses and strengths, but it was just an illusion. Dante hadn't even started using his flames yet, and the Wolf was also holding back something. Primitive survival instincts were taking over; it was no longer a Humanoid versus a Beast, it was just two beasts clashing.

The Wolf had its hind legs completely compromised.

"Sorry, buddy, I hate parasites like you," Dante said and cleanly tore off the remaining two heads with a sword strike.

As the Wolf's body looked at Dante, he stared back and... well...

"Come on, little dog. Let's take a walk, shall we? Back to hell you go, you piece of crap!" He taunted. Dante glanced back at the body of the Giant Demonic Wolf and just gave a slight smile before turning to where Nagasawa was, but he heard something different.

"You fucking son of a bitch dog, I hope I don't see you again when I'm about to decimate the whole fucking hell, you fucking Demon," Dante began to curse as he walked away, but he heard something behind him.

"Ah, go fuck yourself, you're not getting up, are you?" He said as he turned around with a scowl on his face.

"Huh? What the...?" He wondered, seeing the scene.

The Wolf's body was disintegrating like ashes in the wind, leaving only a strange stone floating in its place.

Dante approached it, slightly curious about what it was. He drew nearer, and the air began to grow slightly cold.

He touched the icy stone, and it morphed into the shape of a Triple Ice Nunchaku.

"[The reward for defeating the Spirit of a Cerberus]," Dante faintly heard, and the ominous feeling in the area vanished, as if everything had been purified.

"Seriously, a demonic weapon? I was expecting some legendary power or something, what an unfair demon, what do I do with this when I get back? I'm already criticized for being me, imagine if I have a demonic weapon hahahaha I'm screwed." Dante laughed loudly, leaving the room completely silent while he laughed like an idiot.