"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 166: Mountain of Corpses, Sea of Blood
The strange pulse of Sacred Gear resonance drew every eye on the battlefield. But it was Vali—the White Dragon Emperor—who watched Draconis with a spark of excitement in his gaze.
He could feel it. Once Draconis broke through to high-class devil, his power would be monstrous. Exactly the kind of rival Vali lived for.
"Tch. Always stealing the spotlight," Azazel joked, glancing at Katerea.
"Guess it's my turn. Well, well—facing the descendant of the legendary Doomsday Beast? Now that's a thrill."
Katerea sneered, but didn't dare underestimate him. "Arrogant bastard! Fine, I'll bury you here. Killing the Fallen Angel Governor is the first step to a new world!"
She pulled a strange object—like a serpent's tail—out of nowhere, opened her mouth, and swallowed it whole.
Her magic surged, swelling to a terrifying intensity.
Azazel just smiled, unfazed. "Bring it. Sirzechs, Michael—hands off. This one's mine."
Six pairs of jet-black wings unfurled behind him. The Fallen Angel Governor's true strength: the legendary twelve-winged fallen angel.
They clashed—no warmup, just raw killing intent. Demonic power and divine force collided, the air between them sucked into a vacuum. No one dared approach.
Draconis paid them no mind. He was lost in Sacred Gear resonance, not forced as before, but natural—almost like his consciousness had merged with the Gear itself.
His magic boiled over. Even a casual swing of his sword sent shockwaves through the ranks of high-class devils—Rias and the others stared in awe.
Grayfia, analyzing the apocalyptic array overhead, couldn't help but glance at him. Something was awakening inside this kid…
Sirzechs kept his composure, even under the pressure of world-ending magic. "Azazel, hurry up. My sister's favorite is having… a moment."
Azazel grinned. "Got it. Let's wrap this up and get to the contract." He drew a dagger-shaped Sacred Gear, which morphed into a black-lit sphere.
A wave of danger swept out—Katerea's face went pale.
"No way… Azazel, you—"
His voice rang out, clear and powerful. "Balance Breaker! Down Fall Dragon Another Armor!"
Light exploded. Azazel vanished, replaced by a figure in golden armor, twelve black wings fanned out behind him, feathers swirling in the air.
Vali burst out laughing. "That form—looks fun! Fighting you should be a blast."
Irina Shidou frowned from the angel side, muttering about war maniacs—Azazel and Kokabiel, two of a kind.
Vali, though, just watched Azazel's transformation with hungry interest, eyes flicking back to Draconis, anticipation building.
Now the pressure was on Katerea.
Facing Azazel in Balance Breaker—without even a true Sacred Gear—she was rattled, but forced herself to stand tall.
"Azazel! You already have insane power, and you still do this?"
He shrugged. "Just sealed one of the Five Dragon Kings—the Golden King—into an artificial Sacred Gear. And you, Katerea? You sold out to the Infinite Dragon God for power. Don't get high and mighty with me."
A long-handled light axe appeared in his grip. He beckoned, "Enough talk. Come at me."
"Arrogant!"
Katerea erupted, her magic flaring like wildfire as she became a bolt of lightning, shooting straight for Azazel.
In a blur, Azazel swept his axe. Katerea's attack shattered—and a fatal wound split her body.
One strike. Even a Maou-class couldn't recover from that.
The shockwave ripped through the earth, splitting the ground as far as the eye could see. The whole dimension seemed ready to crack in two.
Azazel, in this state, was terrifying. Katerea was all but finished.
"I won't die for nothing!" Katerea's arms twisted into tentacles, lashing around Azazel's left arm.
"Self-destruct, huh?" Azazel chuckled. "Trying to take me with you? Dream on."
He hacked at the tentacles—no luck.
Katerea laughed, wild and desperate. "These are made from my life force. You can't cut them! If I die, you die too!"
Azazel didn't flinch. He simply sliced off his own arm.
"Just an arm. You can have it."
"You—!"
Blood spurted. Azazel struck again, this time snuffing out Katerea's life for good.
Her body dissolved into black ash, scattering in the wind.
"All done." Azazel dismissed his Balance Breaker, pocketed the artificial Sacred Gear, and didn't give his missing arm a second thought.
But in the next instant, a flash of light—someone appeared behind him.
Caught off guard, Azazel was slammed into the ground by a monstrous force.
"Cough… These old bones aren't built for this." He hauled himself out of the crater, half laughing, half grimacing.
Everyone stared, stunned.
"Vali… the traitor was you?" Azazel looked up at the White Dragon Emperor, now transformed and hovering above, his expression complicated.
"You really betrayed me."
"Sorry. Turns out the Khaos Brigade is more fun." Vali's voice was cool, almost amused.
Azazel just shrugged. "That's you, all right. But if you keep this up, you're gonna get yourself killed."
He flexed his remaining arm. "So, what now? I've still got enough left for a fight."
"No need. I've found someone even more interesting." Vali's gaze shifted.
Everyone followed his eyes—and froze.
The battle around Draconis had ended. The black-haired youth stood with his head bowed, eyes closed, silver sword pointed at the ground.
All around him—corpses. Every one felled by a single stroke.
He stood in silence, surrounded by a mountain of bodies, a sea of blood.
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