Most of the blades condensed by the wind were flapped open by the phoenix wings formed by the flames. The wings formed by the flames crumbled, and the fragments of the wind blades struck Devil Cried.

The soul wailed, and pieces of armor flew one after another. Blood splattered, wounds after wounds, and suddenly appeared on Ghost Cry.

The crimson blade fell, slashing through the White Wolf General's chest. The armor on the front chest of the white wolf general, as if it was papier-mâché, was split with a knife.

There was no blood splattering, and large expanses of white smoke erupted from the cracks in the armor, and a thick smell of meat came to the nostrils.

The white wolf general's eyes shone brightly, and the hand just now looked fierce, but it was only used by him to hide people's eyes. His last move is the real killer move.

The broad sword is already held high.

With a roar, he burst out.

The flat ground was swept up by the wind and clouds, and the dust and fallen leaves were swept up by the strong wind, and tumbled into the distance.

The crimson blade, slashed into the dirt, was rapidly cooling in a sneer. Ghost Cry raised his head violently, and above his head, the wide blade slashed down.

A smile appeared on the white wolf general's face. This hunt, he was satisfied, not as boring as he used to be. The knife had fallen, and he had taken the head of the prey.

Suddenly, the smile on General White Wolf's face froze.

He jerked off his balance and his body soared into the air.

Foot!

It's the feet!

With a knife cut out, the ghost cry has not much power left.

Faced with this fatal blow, he chose a part that the white wolf general overlooked, the foot.

His foot hooked the white wolf general's heel, and with a pull of his foot and a knee on his head, the white wolf general lost his balance.

Bang!

He fell to the ground.

The white wolf general was stunned, the two sides fought for the knife technique, he did not lose in the knife technique, nor did he lose in the physique, but he lost in this kick.

The whining wind swept by, and the white wolf general slashed through the air with a knife, and the ghost cried and leaned forward, this knife was ready to strike.

The next moment, time and space seemed to freeze.

An invisible force restrains Devil's crying body. That is, his sanity.

If you have pure desire, you are a beast. If you simply have reason, it is a god, and it is a true god, not a demon with the name of a god such as the mountain god Chenghuang.

And the so-called human being is the coexistence of reason and desire. Use reason to judge and be driven by desire to make the choices you want.

When he was about to kill the white wolf general with a knife, the soul that had been dormant in his body suddenly moved. The ghost crying spirit sensed something was wrong, and it told the ghost cry that once he killed the white wolf general, it would indeed increase his merits, but the sin was deeper.

So rationally judged that the gains outweighed the losses by cutting down with this knife, so they stopped the ghost from crying.

General White Wolf, who goes on a hunt every 20 years, it seems, is an unforgivable sin.

But really counting, he only kills more than 20 people every 20 years, which is equivalent to killing only one or two people a year, but what it brings is that all the villages and counties around Wolf Tiger Mountain are free from wild wolves.

When there was no white wolf general, there were definitely more than one or two people who died under the wolf's kiss every year.

In this way, it seems that General White Wolf has more merit than demerit.

What's more, once he dies, those wild wolves are unrestrained, and once they go berserk, it will be a catastrophe.

General White Wolf, can't die.

For Ghost Cry, from the point of view of human morality and ethics, he obviously deserves to die, but under the rigid calculation of merit, he does not deserve to die.

Merit is never as simple as killing a bad person. Sometimes, not only will you not gain much merit by killing a bad person, but the increased sin will overwhelm you.

If you talk about merit, it means that people have blessed you. Then sin represents people's curse on you and hatred for you.

The bondage that comes from the intellect is so powerful. It's just because this reason is a part of the ghost crying, so that his body unconsciously complies with it.

The ghost cried a knife, but it didn't fall for a long time. The White Wolf General rolled out of place and escaped.

He looked at the ghost crying suspiciously, a little unclear, but that didn't stop him from attacking.

A knife, whining, still wrapped in the power of a thousand jun, with the sound of whistling wind.

However, in the eyes of Ghost Cry, his knife was far from the first one.

It's not that the power of his sword has weakened and his skills have declined. It's because Devil May Cry has figured out his way. His knife is no longer mysterious, and Devil Cry has found a flaw in his knife technique.

Just moved a little, slightly to the side of the upper body, the wide blade slashed in front of him, and the whistling wind blew the long hair.

At this moment, the ghost cried.

His sword was as fast as lightning, and just when the old power of the White Wolf General was not gone and the new force was not born, it hit him in the armpit just right.

The tip of the knife was stained with blood, and the white wolf general's cheeks twitched and staggered back.

Ghost Cry raised his foot again and approached, and the White Wolf General raised his sword again to slash. But as soon as he raised the knife, the knife of the devil cry had already arrived. This knife pierced the door in the face.

With a bang, General White Wolf's helmet shook violently, his head tilted, and he staggered a few steps to the side. Just now, his head tilted, dodging the stab of the Devil Cry long knife, but he didn't dodge the stab after the stab.

At this moment, there was a buzzing in his ears, a burst of blackness in front of his eyes, and a nosebleed from his nose.

Ghost Cry approached again, and General White Wolf didn't dare to use the knife, but Ghost Cry took out the knife. The "ding" slash was on his chest, and that place was the weak point of the armor, and a deep scratch was on it.

The armor was pierced by the tip of the knife, and the tip of the knife was stained with blood again, and the white wolf general instinctively swung out the knife, trying to force the ghost cry back, but he knew that he was hit by the back of the hand by the ghost cry, and the knife in his hand almost came out of his hand.

He broke out in a cold sweat, staggered back again, and the green light in his eyes flickered, very unstable.

At this moment, he was completely blinded. The knife that was swung out was still full of strength, but it was not as tempered as before, just like a young child who had just touched the knife, and it was ridiculously clumsy.

General White Wolf felt that the ghost crying was pressed by a fierce momentum that merged into the demonic energy, and the demonic energy was not strong, but it made him tense all over, his heart was also raised, and his breathing became shortness unconsciously.

The devil cries, in anger.

Just when he had the hope of getting out of hell, he was stunned to find that he had unknowingly entered another cage, and that was merit.

This merit comes from the merit of the human race, the unknown thing that gives out the merit, it has no thought, it is like a program, but it manipulates the ghost cry, forcing the ghost to cry to be a "useful person". Otherwise, the consequence is to lose its shelter and face hell directly.

Devil May Cry doesn't mind being a useful person, but he doesn't mind very much, there is something else that forces him to be such a person, and this way, he is very disgusted.

So, he was angry, it was the anger of the soul, the anger of the demon who had escaped from hell and was called Rokai.

He has gone through the system, and he has gone through hell, and for this kind of existence, it is a heart-wrenching rejection.

However, he was too weak to resist such beings. So, all he had left was anger, this powerless anger.