"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 162: The Magicians Strike!
From the fractured void, a colossal black citadel rose—its edges lost in shadow, stretching far beyond sight.
Draconis didn't hesitate. The Divine Lament Shield flared in his grasp, launching him straight into Balance Breaker. As the Citadel of Endless Dusk materialized, he unleashed the Shield's ultimate defense: the Aegis of Benevolence.
Golden light flooded the room, freezing everyone in place—immune to any status change, protected from whatever might come next.
Aegis of Benevolence and Judgment of the Monarch: twin ultimate techniques, one for shield, one for sword. Both could only be triggered within the Citadel's domain. Last time, Draconis needed Promotion to pull this off; now, with holy-demonic fusion complete, he managed it in base form. The power boost was staggering.
Everyone he'd shielded snapped back to awareness.
Michael's brow furrowed. "A terrorist attack, perhaps?"
Azazel, feeling the Shield's power, let out a low whistle. "Impressive. No wonder I'm so curious about you, Sacred Gear wielder—your reflexes are something else."
Compared to their composure, Rias and the others were shaken. Space itself had shattered—the entire old school building swept into a maelstrom of void currents. If Draconis hadn't acted, the weaker members—Asia, Koneko, the rookies—would've been lost to the chaos.
Sirzechs nodded with rare approval. "Nicely done."
Even he hadn't reacted in time; the spatial break was too sudden.
Draconis said nothing. Vigilance had saved them, just as the Virtuous Monarch's instincts had warned.
He was glad he'd paid attention. A single moment's carelessness, and Koneko, Asia—maybe everyone—would have been dead.
"What happened?" Asia and the others peered anxiously outside.
The building was adrift in the void, held together only by the combined barriers of the three faction leaders. Without them, the structure would've been pulverized.
Draconis let the Aegis fade. The technique was powerful, but draining—without Promotion, he couldn't sustain it for long.
"We're under attack," Serafall Leviathan explained. "Someone's trying to trap us in a pocket dimension and wipe us out."
Azazel just grinned. "It's always the same. Whenever factions try to sign treaties, there's someone who'd rather see the world burn."
He was right. Draconis had worried about exactly this—enemies who'd do anything to sabotage peace.
The Virtuous Monarch's earlier warning made perfect sense now. Draconis quickly pieced together the chain of events.
The spatial turbulence eased. They'd been exiled—banished into an artificial dimension.
Outside, the landscape was barren, the sky stripped bare—no atmosphere, just a direct view of the cosmic night.
"What a rush job," Draconis commented, voice calm. "This battlefield was thrown together in a hurry, right after word got out about our summit."
The leaders' eyes narrowed. They weren't fools—they caught his meaning instantly.
Someone here was a traitor. Someone had leaked the meeting's location, letting the enemy pinpoint their secret conference.
All to stop the peace treaty.
Boom—boom—boom.
Explosions rocked the outer barrier. Figures began to appear, pouring in through teleportation magic: black-robed magicians, hurling spell after spell at the shield.
Azazel strode to the window, lips curled in a wicked smile. "Magicians, huh? Their so-called magic is a special school—Merlin Ambrosius himself reinterpreted demonic power, spun it into something new."
Michael added, "They're not weak. Each one packs mid-level devil firepower."
Rias and her team stiffened. Koneko and Asia were only mid-level themselves; only Akeno, Rias, and Sona had high-class devil reserves. Draconis and Xenovia, of course, were in a league of their own.
The enemy kept coming—three hundred and counting.
"Quite the investment," Azazel mused, then snapped his fingers. Spears of light shot from his palm, tearing through the magicians in waves. Bodies exploded, blood and flesh painting the void.
But even as a hundred fell, more arrived—teleportation magic flashing overhead. The assault was relentless.
The air itself grew thick with power.
Sirzechs, somehow still smiling, said, "If this drags on, it'll get ugly. They're planning to overload the dimension, pump it full of magic until it collapses. When that happens, even a Maou might not survive."
Draconis stayed silent, watching the magicians hammer the shield. If there was a traitor, now wasn't the time to call them out.
With two Maou, an Archangel, and the Fallen Angel governor working together, the barrier was solid. Mid-level devils couldn't touch it.
Whoever was pulling the strings knew that. They'd show themselves soon enough.
Draconis felt oddly calm. The worst enemy was the one you couldn't see; now that they'd made their move, he could focus on the fight ahead.
Whatever tricks remained, he'd face them head-on.
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