Lucifer reached out and took the Darkhold, opening it with some curiosity.
Ever since Chthon's soul dissipated and the Aether Particle was absorbed, the Darkhold's original trait of tempting humans to "fall" had completely vanished.
Of course, even if that trait still existed, could it really affect the King of Hell?
In fact, the very concept of "falling" existed because of him.
"Isn't this Old God Chthon's Darkhold… Oh? And the Aether Particle? You really do have some skill… Wait, what was your name again?"
"Dante Alighieri."
"Oh, Dante… But if I recall, there shouldn't have been any soul inside the Darkhold originally, right?"
"Precisely because I had no clue, I wanted the omniscient Fallen Angel to enlighten me."
"Alright…"
Lucifer said, spreading the Darkhold open on the table.
Then he extended a hand, and a black ripple appeared on the surface of the Darkhold, as Lucifer plunged his hand directly into it.
It was like reaching into a box to grope around.
A moment later, he yanked it out, and a humanoid soul was pulled forth.
However, a black thread kept it tightly connected to the Darkhold.
Only a vague outline was visible; the face could not be clearly seen.
Not only did Dante look puzzled when he saw the soul inside the Darkhold, even Lucifer seemed somewhat bewildered.
"It's very strange. Even I can't discern his identity… All of his soul information has been erased, but a small clue remains…"
"A clue?"
"That's right, this soul… is from the future," Lucifer said with certainty.
Hearing this, Dante felt even more confused.
From the future? Then why would he enter the Darkhold in the present?
The sleeping soul, forcibly dug out from the depths of the Darkhold by Lucifer, trembled violently, as if it had just woken up.
"What the hell, where did this bring me?"
"Darkhold, you're finally awake." Dante thought for a moment and still chose to refer to him as Darkhold, then said with a smile, "Look, who is this person in front of you?"
"Who… damn it! Why is it Lucifer, that bastard!"
"Bastard?" Lucifer's eyes narrowed slightly.
Although he had a high tolerance for unintentional offenses from mortals, no one could just laugh off such a direct insult.
Mazikeen, beside him, flew up, ready to strike the Darkhold hard with her Hell Dagger.
Seeing the unfavorable situation, the Darkhold immediately floated behind Dante.
"Save me Dante!"
He didn't need to say it. Mazikeen, seeing Dante casually block her, frowned and still retracted her attack.
If he were only a little stronger, she would definitely try to fight Dante.
But Lucifer had already said she was no match, which meant the difference between them was not ordinary.
"Can't you control your mouth, you damn thing?"
Dante glared at the Darkhold. Lucifer wasn't actually serious. If he truly wanted to crush a soul, even now, it would be child's play.
"Cough, cough, cough! Didn't I just get a fright? Waking up to a giant devil face right in front of me, who wouldn't be scared?"
The Darkhold's tone clearly revealed a guilty conscience.
But hearing this, Lucifer was somewhat surprised.
"You can actually see my devil face?"
Lucifer said, revealing his true devil form.
Fiery red skin, no hair, eyes like endless hell.
Even Dante, as a transmigrator, felt a bit uncomfortable seeing this.
It was too bizarre and grotesque.
But it only showed for a moment before he reverted to his original sexy, handsome face.
Then he stood up and walked toward his residence upstairs.
"His identity is definitely problematic. If you want to know who he truly is, you must go to the future."
"Go to the future?"
"Exactly, around the 31st century."
…
After leaving the LUX bar, Dante spent two more days playing with his teammates by the beach in Los Angeles.
It wasn't until the third day, as they were all lying on a rented private beach, stargazing, that a rainbow suddenly streaked across the sky, getting closer and closer…
It was the Bifrost Bridge.
It dissipated after everyone and everything landed.
What greeted their eyes were the long-unseen three siblings of Asgard…
And the Airbus.
"My Queen, you really outdid yourself, abandoning us and just running away."
"Hehe, wasn't it too much trouble?"
Dante stood up and walked over to Hela.
He took her hand and kissed it lightly.
"Welcome back to your Kingdom, my esteemed Midgardian Lord, Hela."
Dante knew that Hela always fell for this kind of flattery.
But their actions were met with disdain from Thor and Loki, who were standing by.
"Public displays of affection, what kind of decorum is that!"
"Dante, I don't care if you flirt with our elder sister, but can you please not do it in front of us? This feels like the awkwardness of waking up in the middle of the night and walking in on your parents being intimate!"
Dante rolled his eyes.
These two brothers-in-law were getting more and more annoying to look at.
"By the way, why did it take you so many days to come back?"
Hearing Dante's question, Loki rolled his eyes.
"Seriously, you have the nerve to ask? Don't you know what good deeds you've done?"
"What did I do? I just followed your Asgardian army for a tour of the Angel Kingdom, and when I found it uninteresting, I withdrew my people." Dante showed a mischievous smile. "You wouldn't still want us to be free thugs for Asgard, would you… That would be extra."
"You didn't act as thugs, but you certainly didn't miss out on any benefits!"
"Stop, just tell me, is Odin displeased?"
"More than displeased."
"Then are you pleased?"
"Uh…" Loki was choked by Dante's single sentence.
Damn it, it was true!
Every time he saw Odin's dark face these past few days, he felt unexpectedly refreshed!
"Then that's right! You're on the Federal Bureau of Investigation's side now!" Dante put his arm around Loki's shoulder, tempting him with benefits. "How about I get you a pair of daggers from the good stuff we got from the Angel Dimension this time? uru metal plus dagon stone, supplemented with yaka metal…"
He was a professional at bribing his brothers-in-law.
If he mentioned anything else, Loki might not have cared.
But if you say you'll make him a pair of daggers from various precious materials…
(To be continued.)
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