Modern World Warlock

When Dante used the third malevolent art to regenerate his lost limb, the spectators at Camille's tower fell into a shocked silence.

Lilith clasped her hands and happily shook her body from side to side, praising Dante for "being sexy."

Meanwhile, the rest of the group kept observing, not understanding what it meant to control more than one malevolent art at the same time.

"Lilith…" Camille said, but the queen already knew what she was going to ask.

"You are wondering why Dante can use more than one malevolent art… Heheh, good question," Lilith replied before the handler could say anything.

The succubus queen didn't know exactly what allowed Dante to cast so many malevolent arts at the same time, as not even demon kings were able to do that so easily.

While it wasn't unheard of for powerful demons to use more than one, it was pretty much impossible for them to control three.

Lilith explained that Dante had learned how to use those powerful spells when he was traveling through hell, as she even remembers teaching him the malevolent art of "lust."

"Back then, he just learned everything through sheer willpower and determination… Since he didn't have any intentions of conquering hell, I believe that's what allowed him to learn more," Lilith elaborated.

Demons were creatures who craved power, so as soon as one of them was able to use malevolent art, they would pour all of their energy into becoming a demon king that matched their ability.

On the other hand, Dante learned those powers and left hell without feeling attracted to ruling over the demons.

"Oh, Miss Lilith can do that too?" Victoria interjected, making the succubus queen look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Girl… I am a Queen, you know?" The succubus said, seemingly indignant.

When the group returned their attention to the screens, their vision was clouded as the golden portals started to rain down weapons in the vicinity.

Astaroth appeared, trying to back away from the dust cloud while Dante chased him down with a wide grin.

The warlock's claws extruded black fire, which Dante turned into massive fireballs that he threw at his opponent, raising pillars of black and white flames.

As the archdemon avoided one of the flaming towers that appeared beside him, a long sword plummeted from the sky and stabbed his left shoulder.

Blood trailed down Astaroth's arm, and as the archdemon pondered his next action, the bloodstream suddenly turned solid, shaping itself into small blades and stabbing Astaroth's entire arm.

After losing one arm to Mordred and the second to Dante's malevolent art, Astaroth's hope in winning the fight started to fade, only to be met with the grinning face of the warlock right in front of him.

"Black Flame," Dante muttered as his claws reached Astaroth's torso, releasing a blast of black and white fire that left a giant gaping hole in the archdemon's torso.

When the wake of dust slowly settled, the group at the tower was able to detail the whole scene, noticing that Astaroth was still standing.

The demon, completely covered in blood and missing half of his torso, stood tall in defeat before the warlock.

Astaroth's wound was still getting burned by the black flames as his soul slowly disintegrated, but the demon didn't shout in pain or agony.

"You fought well…" Dante said, praising the archdemon for the first time.

"Hellslayer… Why are you here…?" Astaroth asked, his voice raspy and out of breath.

"I'm not sure—Aamon sent me here," replied the warlock, prompting the archdemon to widen his eyes slightly with surprise.

"I see… So it was bad fortune on my part," the archdemon commented.

"You could say that… If you hadn't acted like a maniac, we could've avoided all of this," Dante said.

"Well, it's not like I was ever expecting you demons to assimilate into a society instead of wanting to destroy everything…" The warlock continued.

"But, you know? You've truly committed some atrocities that can't be forgiven," Dante commented, finishing his sentence with a sharp, serious look.

"Yes…" Astaroth said, fully taking responsibility for the Blood Dragon's actions.

The archdemon's soul was still slowly burning away while he stood tall, gazing at Dante's eyes one last time.

"Hellslayer… Dante," the demon said, correcting himself and taking one last air intake.

"Heh, good luck…" Astaroth's last words flew away with the wind as his body began to disappear.

Dante pointed his hand at his defeated opponent, and right as Astaroth turned into dust, a small crystal orb appeared and fell on the scorched grass.

'This could come in handy later…' Dante thought, picking up the orb and putting it in his pocket.

When the golden portals in the sky disappeared, and Dante's right arm returned to normal, a message was heard on the earpieces of all the members of the Jade Dragons.

["Astaroth is dead!"] Camille exclaimed on the microphone.

"WOOOO!!" The Kappa Team, who had been acting as policemen, cheered.

Megan, who was being carried by Maya on her back, let out a gentle smile of satisfaction.

Zac jumped with joy as he also ran with the women. Even though he was covered in his own blood, the redhead still had some energy to celebrate.

Dante could hear the people cheering and laughing on his earpiece, letting out a gentle smile as he looked up at the moon from the run-down forest.

Still, they had one more task they needed to do, which was to break Nihilor's mind control of the citizens of Highpoint Town.

With nobody to give them orders, all of the brainwashed residents stood on the streets in utter confusion, as if their minds were vegetables.

Camille gave the order to evacuate the residents who were already cured. Meanwhile, the Kappa Team would go to the plaza and gather all of the brainwashed citizens there.

The handler didn't have a space large enough to hold all of the citizens, so they decided they would put up a few medic tents in the plaza and remove their brainwashing spell there.