Modern World Warlock-Chapter 115: Nihilor’s Arrival

With three out of six cultists dead in the factory, Dante started to walk out of the room filled with ’carriers’ when he got stopped by June.

"Wait… What are we doing with these women?" she asked.

"We have to clear this space first—There are more women in another room, so it will be better if we can have them all in one place," Dante explained.

He told the detective that, even though his only option as a warlock was to kill the carriers before they gave birth to the pisacas, he stated he had another method that could save them.

His words made June feel a bit more relieved, and as her confidence grew, Dante guided the woman out into the dark hallway.

Suddenly, Krom appeared right in front of the pair, startling the detective, who pointed her gun at the imp out of pure reflexes.

"Dante… Something is coming," Krom said.

"Hmm, I can’t sense it yet… We have some time. Let’s move," Dante commented, speeding up his pace to a jog.

Krom poofed out of the factory as the pair’s footsteps could be heard all over the hallway, reaching a large double door at the end and kicking it open.

When the detective witnessed the scene in the room, her eyes widened in pure shock and disbelief.

A dozen women were nailed and crucified against the walls of the room, covering a large portion of the area.

They were all unconscious with their stomachs exposed, showing a carving with a diamond shape around their belly buttons.

"Alice!" June exclaimed, noticing the detective in the middle.

Her face was utterly stained with her blood, dripping down all the way to her feet. She had a stab wound on the right side of her torso and bruises all over.

As June scurried and looked for a way to bring the detective down, Dante turned his gaze back to the entrance, sensing a person bolting towards them.

’That’s pretty fast…’ Dante thought.

A second later, a hooded man appeared behind the opened double doors, his face shrouded by the darkness.

"Don’t move!" June exclaimed, pointing her gun at the man.

"Another mutated human…" Dante commented, unamused.

At that moment, the man grabbed his coat and ripped it off with one swing, showcasing his defined body that was covered in black veins.

The detective was slightly taken aback, seeing that the veins resembled the ones on Turner’s corpse. However, the stranger didn’t go through the same body disfiguration.

In the blink of an eye, the assailant took a step and plunged towards the detective at an incredible speed, leaving the woman no time to react. Nevertheless, the man was halted by a firm grip on his wrist.

After the cultist struggled a few times to release himself from Dante’s grasp, he was flung against the iron doors back into the hallway.

When he stood up, blood came down the man’s head as he looked down in confusion, wondering how someone was able to stop him.

"Not bad… I wanted to take your arm—I suppose you guys perfected your drug," Dante muttered.

"You know nothing!" the thug shouted, followed by Dante pointing his finger at him with a gun gesture and a loud ’boom!’ that blew off the entire top half of his torso.

"Now they know we are here," Dante commented, turning around and waving his hands, controlling the umbra to release the nails that held the women to the walls.

As the unconscious victims fell on the floor, Dante took out a healthstone from his pocket and gave it to June, telling her to make the detective squeeze it.

Even though Dante could tell that the women were cursed with demon blood, he knew that the healthstone wouldn’t cleanse them. However, it would still cure the wounds that marred their bodies.

"Where are you going?" June asked, seeing that the warlock was walking out of the room.

"Nihilor is coming… I don’t want to hurt anyone here by mistake," he replied, sensing a fountain of umbra flying towards them.

When the warlock walked to the hallway, he jumped down to the ground floor, where colossal machines surrounded him, abandoned and covered in graffiti.

To the side of the room, large double doors that led to the outside opened abruptly, showing the silhouette of a massive demon solely illuminated by the moon.

"Huh? So you actually showed yourself…" Dante commented, stepping out of the shadows into plain sight.

"The supposed Hellslayer… I knew you would be here after I heard about the police captain," Nihilor replied with an arrogant tone.

"Yeah? And you still decided to come to me?" Dante mockingly asked.

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"What are you? Brave or stupid?" he continued.

"Sharp tongue. I’ll have to show you some manners," Nihilor calmly replied, raising his palm and pointing it at Dante.

The warlock took off his mask and exhaled deeply, gazing at the demon with a cold look that made him hesitate momentarily. Still, Nihilor went ahead and cast his spell.

"Shadow grip!" The demon shouted, but just as his magic was about to materialize, Dante released all of his suppressed umbra and absorbed the energy surrounding them.

Nihilor widened his eyes in disbelief, wondering how his spell didn’t activate and seeing the overwhelming pressure that extruded from the warlock.

"How disappointing… Is that your level of umbra control? Pathetic," Dante muttered.

’What…!? So, he wasn’t even using half of his power to destroy my illusion!?’ Nihilor pondered.

"Let’s get this over with. I still got some things to take care of…" Dante continued, irking the demon.

Nihilor felt powerless, an emotion he had only experienced a few times in the presence of the most formidable demons he knew. However, the demon was confident that he could defeat the warlock if he managed to cast a single spell.

’I’ll have to bring one of ’them’ to grab his attention…’ Nihilor thought.

However, his planning was interrupted as Dante clapped his hands together and appeared right in front of him, kicking Nihilor in the face with such force that the massive monster was flung through a wall outside.