Dreizack's anger flared with each passing moment, yet the power he expected to surge within remained suppressed.
The weakening debuff from Kämpfen's daggers had taken hold, curtailing the typical burst of strength that usually accompanied his anger.
Dreizack clutched at his wounded chest, his face darkening as he fixed a venomous glare upon Kämpfen.
Kämpfen smirked, confident in the effect of his daggers' debuff. But he didn't anticipate what would follow.
GAAAH!
Dreizack unleashed a powerful punch, channeling every ounce of force in his body. The impact forcibly launched Kämpfen backward, coughing up blood as he was thrown a considerable distance away.
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
Dreizack's voice rang out, filled with rage and determination. But the impact of the powerful punch he had just delivered took its toll, causing him to sag to his knees, visibly drained and weary.
Kämpfen was sprawled on the ground, teetering on the edge of consciousness after the punch's impact.
Yet amidst the pain, he managed a faint smirk, a knowing glint in his eyes. It seemed as though this outcome hadn't come unexpected.
...
Dreizack, still kneeling on the ground, panting heavily as he attempted to regain his strength, was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a female figure.
It was Seele Copain, the Captain of the C Division. Her presence was unexpected, yet here she stood, a formidable force to be reckoned with.
Dreizack was now lying on his back, his eyes wide with fear as he desperately attempted to retreat. Despite Seele's seemingly innocent appearance with her brunette hair, her face was a portrait of anger and determination.
Her presence exuded power and authority, commanding respect and instilling fear in those who crossed her path.
Her icy gaze bore into him as she unsheathed her sword, her footsteps steady and deliberate.
"Now, who's the weak one here?"
Her words dripped with cold mockery, her sword gripped tightly in her hand.
The scene unfolding before them was shocking and gruesome.
Dreizack, cornered and desperate, tried to escape from Seele.
Seele tried to chase him back, but he grabbed a Chamilós Devil, and resorted to an unthinkable act of cannibalism.
He had grabbed a Chamilós Devil, and in a gruesome display, consumed him.
The sight of it was horrific, and the mere thought sent a shiver down your spine.
The act itself filled everyone with a sense of helplessness and repulsion.
Seele's expression was one of horror and disbelief, her face etched with shock and revulsion. She had never witnessed such a gruesome act, particularly among Devils.
The scene before them was equally appalling to all present, leaving both the soldiers and Devils reeling with a mix of revulsion and profound shock.
Dreizack displayed a sinister, unhinged smile on his face, his laughter filling the air like a madman who had found a solution to world hunger.
In a ruthless, relentless manner, he seized a Devil, consuming them, then another, and another.
The act was brutal and barbaric, leaving behind a path of horror and carnage.
Dreizack, now fully rejuvenated, had his mouth dripping with devil blood.
This horrifying and nightmarish event was surely burned into the minds of those fortunate enough, more accurately, unfortunate enough to bear witness to it.
Dreizack was keenly aware of the consequences of consuming a Devil. It was a taboo, a breach of the very principles that defined Hell.
Every Devil was inherently evil, yet even among the most sinister of beings, cannibalism was strictly prohibited, a grave offense punishable by execution.
Dreizack hurled an aggressive punch in her direction, but Seele deftly dodged it with remarkable agility, evading the impact.
She herself panted heavily, visibly exhausted from the fierce battling against the relentless onslaught of Devils.
The Devils, witnessing Dreizack's downfall, couldn't contain their glee, as they now had the opportunity to dodge the consequences themselves. They turned their full attention to him, launching an attack.
The soldiers, who had been closely observing their Captain's fierce struggle, felt an inexplicable sense of inspiration and loyalty.
Driven by pride and a burning desire to defend their Captain, they courageously charged forward.
For a moment, they paused, all eyes drawn to a massive shadow towering above them.
But they swiftly brushed aside their curiosity, attributing it to a gigantic bird or any other harmless creature.
With a renewed surge of determination, they redirected their full focus on Dreizback, dismissing the shadowy figure as inconsequential and continuing their relentless onslaught against him.
Dreizack bent over, retrieving his trident from the ground, wiping it off as he smirked with murderous intent.
His gaze was filled with a chilling intensity, his eyes radiating with an ominous aura.
With lightning speed, he darted forward, swiftly dispatching every adversary in his path.
Seele, seizing the opportune moment, suddenly lunged at him from behind, catching him off guard with a surprise attack.
SWISH!
The blade sliced through the flesh, inflicting a deep wound upon his back.
AAAAHHH!
Dreizack grasped her head, forcefully throwing her airborne, but in a remarkable display of agility, she miraculously maintained her equilibrium, seizing the opportunity to deliver another swift attack.
"YOU WON'T GET ME THIS TIME, YOU PIECE OF MEAT!"
Dreizack attempted to lunge for her stomach, aiming to deliver a powerful blow, but a soldier intentionally interposed himself, intercepting the attack with his own body.
Seele's expression displayed a mix of shock and opportunity, quickly exploiting any opening presented.
SWISH!
Her blade sliced through the air with lightning speed, slicing off a significant portion of his hand with surgical precision.
"NOOOOOO! IT HURTS!!!"
He roared in agony, attempting to reach for her face with a powerful blow, using his undamaged hand this time.
She evaded the powerful blow by a mere margin, barely dodging his attack by a hair's breadth.
SWISH!
Now, with an opportune opening, she seized the moment to unleash a swift slashing motion, aiming for his stomach. She managed to slice open a deep wound, almost rending his stomach asunder.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"
In a fit of rage, he utilized his elbow to strike her head, and it seemed to have a noticeable effect.
Taking advantage of the situation, he seized the opportunity to escape, yet the pursuit persisted, with all the Devils and Soldiers relentlessly tailing him every step of the way.
He lashed out with his trident, appearing to have the upper hand in this chaotic battle, but the tide of the fight abruptly changed as a soldier delivered a well-placed stab into his vulnerable stomach.
He staggered backwards, his vision hazy and blood trickling from his throat, he lunged at another devil, ferociously consuming him in a desperate bid to restore his depleting strength.
He displayed a deranged behavior, consuming one individual after another with an animalistic voracity.
He paid no attention to the identity of those he devoured, be it a devil or a human soldier, the scene was gruesome and unsettling.
The air echoed with the sounds of flesh being torn and the pitiful cries of the unfortunate victims, who desperately called out for help, their suffering adding a layer of horror to the horrifying scene.
The onlookers stood frozen in place, their faces marred by a gut-wrenching combination of disgust and helplessness.
The gory aftermath was too much for some, and they couldn't help but shed tears for their fallen friends and comrades.
Others found themselves overcome with nausea, their bodies convulsing involuntarily as they emptied their stomachs, unable to stomach the gruesome sight before them.
SWOOSH!
The colossal shadowy figure returned, descending from the heavens through the earth, revealing its true form – a gargantuan black dragon adorned with faint white stripes.
The creature was clearly domesticated, as a saddle adorned its back, suggesting a bond between the formidable creature and a skilled rider.
As the others stared in awe and shock at the sight of the immense black dragon.
A sly grin graced Seele's face, signaling her recognition of the dragon and its potential as a formidable ally in their fight.
Kämpfen, having recovered slightly, also couldn't help but break into a knowing smile, seemingly aware of who might be in control of the formidable creature.
ROAR!
The dragon's powerful roar echoed across the battlefield, and the soldiers' faces displayed a mix of awe and relief.
"Miss Fals has returned!"
The words left their lips in unison, acknowledging the return of their formidable ally, Fals.
Dreizack, seizing the opportunity to escape, lunged forward with a final burst of energy, only to be abruptly halted as the dragon unleashed a devastating energy blast.
The sheer power of the attack incinerated him, leaving no trace of his physical form and ending his existence.
Then, a striking woman appeared, emerging from the dragon in a poised and confident manner.
She removed her aviator hat, revealing her silky hair, which cascaded in long, flowing waves with a captivating ombré effect transitioning seamlessly from silvery to deep black.
The locks framing her face were tucked behind her ear, accentuating her elegant profile.
Her attire consisted of a black satin shirt dress that featured a classic collar and long buttoned sleeves.
The garment accentuated her slim figure with a cinched waistline, adding an air of sophistication to her appearance.
A slender black tie was neatly tucked under the collar.