Chapter 91

Simply saying "Gods and Demons Walk" naturally wouldn't be considered leaking information.

After all, "Gods and Demons Walk" is still a name everyone came up with themselves.

Nero paused his action, a puzzled expression appearing on his face: "You're also a Gods and Demons Walker?"

"Or a Fate Holder..." Tang Luo further confirmed Nero's condition, his appearance reminding Tang Luo of a certain fantasy figure.

"You too?" Nero's footsteps truly stopped.

So certain of being a Fate Holder—could it be that the other party is also a Fate Holder?

Fated to meet.

Now I see—is this the truth of this mission? No wonder there's even an option to kill the other party's dog.

"Exactly! White hair, red eyes! It's you, Red Dog!" Tang Luo pointed at Nero, shouting loudly.

There's only one truth!

The man before me must surely be a fantasy figure from the Weak Warrior and Disconnected City game, or rather a fantasy profession—a branch of the Ghost Swordsman, the Berserker; I just don't know if he's an animated character from a derivative series or an NPC from the game itself.

After all, according to the research of the predecessors, Fate is "a person," not "a kind of person, a type of person."

"..."

"You're the dog!" After two seconds of silence, Nero suddenly erupted.

He could understand "Red Dog," but couldn't grasp its special meaning—well, even if he understood, it wouldn't be a good term.

Actually, Tang Luo hasn't played that game; he's just a cloud player.

"Hmm, not Red Dog?" Yun Wan Jia Tang Luo expressed doubt, clearly resembling him.

In the midst of doubt, Nero had already rushed to his front, clenched his fist, and threw a plain straight punch.

The punch's wind blew Tang Luo's hair.

Tang Luo slightly stepped back with his right foot, right hand opened and extended, using the skill—Parry!

Invisible force formed a defense, blocking the incoming attack that might follow.

Tang Luo has practiced this skill many times, but this is the first time using it in actual combat.

Currently at level one, using it will form frontal defense for the next two seconds.

Nero felt his fist land on an invisible force field, blocking much of his strength, causing his punch's force to diminish.

But this is far from enough; the opponent's skill cannot block his fist!

After a slight obstruction, the invisible force was torn apart by Nero's fist, solidly slamming into Tang Luo's open palm.

"Not bad." Tang Luo thought to himself.

Unlike "Empty Palm," where power depends on the user's exertion at the time.

For the Parry skill, the defense upper limit is unrelated to the user's exertion or strength.

No matter how strong the strength, when used, the defense upper limit is fixed there. Invisible defensive force will be broken if it is to be broken.

But the lower limit, on the contrary, is related to the user's own strength.

A weak-bodied person and a strong-bodied person using this skill will definitely differ in the attacks they can block.

To put it in one sentence: "I scored a hundred because this test only has a hundred points."

Of course, once reaching complete mastery and thorough command by the user, the situation will be entirely different.

If comparing skill levels one, two, and three to a learning process, one must follow the rules.

After level three, one graduates and can proceed independently.

"You!"

Nero's handsome face showed a hint of ferocity.

His fist was grabbed by the opponent's hand—this isn't much, but the key is, the opponent's gaze didn't land on him at all; he zoned out!

In such a battle, he actually zoned out?!

"Ah—sorry." After finishing his thoughts on the skill, Tang Luo came back to himself and smiled at Nero.

Before Nero could pull back his fist or attack again.

Tang Luo grabbed Nero's palm and twisted it.

The immense force caused Nero to instantly lose balance, flipping over and heavily slamming to the ground.

If he hadn't done this, that arm would have been directly twisted off by the opponent.

Demon bloodline, half-demon power.

Before this Wayne Kate, he actually wasn't a match!

One foot replaced the sky, descending toward his face.

Nero let out another roar, the red light in his pupils rapidly spreading to cover his entire eyes.

The sleeve on his right forearm instantly exploded.

Originally a human arm, in the blink of an eye it transformed, covered by red "armor," with blue glowing patterns.

The palm turned completely azure blue, while the back of the hand seemed to have an inlaid glowing gemstone.

Right hand clenched, he swung fiercely!

A huge azure arm phantom emerged from the void, maintaining the same posture as Nero's arm, heavily smashing into Tang Luo.

Tang Luo was flung backward.

Nero quickly flipped and leapt up, sweat sliding down from his forehead.

He merely holds a fragment of Nero's Fate, not the sole holder of Nero's Fate.

Therefore, he cannot possibly be as strong as the Nero in fantasy.

Right arm demonized, appearing as a phantom of the demon right arm—this is Nero's current maximum capability and strongest state. Moreover, this state consumes his stamina enormously in all aspects and cannot be sustained.

"Die!"

Nero leapt to his feet, aiming from the sky at where Tang Luo would land, swinging his fist—a massive phantom of his right arm descending like a cannonball.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar shook the earth slightly.

Shockwaves radiated in all directions, sending clods of dirt flying.

The four demon-walkers inside the castle heard the external noise and felt the ground tremble.

"Is this the power of a fate-holder?" someone couldn't help but whisper, their face showing undisguised horror.

Though unseen, merely sensing the aura was enough to shock them.

"Looks like we don't need to kill the dog after all?" they said, yet their steps didn't halt as they quickly reached the entrance to the third-floor balcony.

The tightly shut door was smashed open by several people, revealing their target—a small husky crouched on the ground.

Opposite them stood two figures with grim expressions, too afraid to act rashly—the master and servant.

According to the information broker, based on Ward's intel, these two were the current leaders of the Sullivan family: Leonidas Sullivan and his old butler.

Ignoring the two, the four rushed forward in a scramble toward the "husky."

Completing the mission was right here—no one wanted to fall behind.

If one failed to participate and injured either demon-walker, they wouldn't be deemed to have completed the mission, merely not counted as a failure; such a scenario was not impossible.

Those with suitable skills used them; those without drew their guns.

Even a biting dog was just a dog—no one took this husky seriously.

Gunfire echoed across the balcony.

Blazing light burst forth, obscuring everyone's vision.

This was Deloris's Arrow of Light—powerful, but flawed: an indiscriminate "flashbang" that distinguished neither friend nor foe.

Deloris didn't care; with the balcony's sole exit blocked by them, the little dog couldn't escape, and the Arrow of Light's radius was substantial.

She wanted to steal the kill—using the Arrow of Light was better than a handgun.

"Ah!"

Before the crowd could recover from the "flash-blindness" of the light, Deloris heard a anguished cry beside her.

The cry was cut short, as if someone had been choked mid-scream.

Deloris felt a faint warmth on her face; instinctively, she reached up and touched a wet patch.

Plop.

The sound of a body hitting the ground; as her vision slowly returned, Deloris turned and saw a companion lying on the ground.

Hands clamped over their neck, their body writhing like a caterpillar, eyes filled with terror, blood continuously seeping from between their fingers.

Their neck had been torn apart by something!

After struggling for a few seconds, the person gradually stilled from blood loss, a large pool of blood on the ground emitting a pungent odor.

Not far off, a husky with an eerie gaze stared at them, its paws still bearing traces of blood.

Deloris stumbled back several steps, unable to resist glancing down—her hands and body were both stained with blood.

That dog!

It was that dog!

Deloris felt her head buzz and ring.

The husky they thought was easy prey had killed one of them—and with its claws? Why would a dog use claws to kill?

Shouldn't it have bitten instead?

The Heavenly Hound stared at Deloris and her two companions, its eyes holding a strange light—the gaze of a predator, the instinct of a hunting dog.

Tang Luo had told her to watch Leonidas and his servant, but not these intruders—so now she could hunt these prey!

Stretching its limbs, the Heavenly Hound leapt, tracing a blurred afterimage in midair.

Deloris's eyes couldn't track the Heavenly Hound's movements; she could only vaguely sense it landing beside her companion.

This time, even a short cry didn't sound.

The corpse collapsed directly, head and body severed cleanly, death instantaneous—no room for struggle.

"Ah!" Deloris let out a cry of shock and anger, continuously firing at where the "husky" stood.

What she once saw as a small thing had instantly become a dangerous demon, making her unable to stay calm—especially now that her skills were exhausted.

Not encountering new people after six missions didn't mean the first six missions each had new arrivals.

Deloris hadn't gone through six missions to complete basic enhancement as a first-rank demon-walker.

She had only undergone four missions—two successes, two failures—and was an "ordinary person" with two skills.

The magazine was quickly emptied.

Some bullets struck her companion's corpse; others left marks on the ground.

Yet Deloris didn't see where the husky had gone; shifting behind her, the companion who could summon rats moved closer.

The two stood back-to-back, guarding against a sudden ambush from the vanished "husky."

Deloris scanned her surroundings, eyes and ears alert, and asked: "Where did it run off to? Don't press on me, I'm very..."

Her words trailed off, and Deloris had to stop.

She felt the person behind her wasn't bracing back-to-back for defense, but was instead dumping their full weight onto her.

She also saw, diagonally ahead, Leonidas and his servant looking at her with eyes full of boundless terror.