Draconis's greatsword, wreathed in purple-black flame, came crashing down—unstoppable, relentless. Cerberus poured every last drop of magic into defense, but it was hopeless. The blade cut through resistance like a tidal wave through sand.
Already battered from the fight, the beast had nothing left. This was the end.
The sword struck. Black blood sprayed, vaporized instantly in the heat. Power erupted, tearing stone and earth apart—a trench five meters wide, stretching over a hundred meters, carved into the academy grounds.
When the light faded, Cerberus lay split in two, its massive body slumping to the ground.
Across the field, Rias and her team cheered. Draconis's strength now rivaled any high-class devil.
"Let's finish ours off," Rias called. Their own Cerberus was still regenerating, refusing to die. Without a finishing move like Draconis's, they had to wear it down, strike after strike.
A new voice cut through the chaos. "Let me help."
Xenovia flashed into view, sword in hand—her movements sharp, precise. The Sword of Destruction gleamed as she closed in, delivering a clean strike that severed one of the hellhound's heads.
"Excellent!" Rias's eyes lit up. All seven Holy Swords were forged from fragments of the original Regalia Blade, each deadly to devils. Xenovia's attack left the beast reeling.
Victory was within reach—until a suffocating aura swept over the battlefield.
Draconis spun around. At the heart of the magic circle, the four Holy Swords faded, their forms dissolving into light. In their place, a single, radiant greatsword began to materialize—beautiful, blinding, pulsing with blue-white fire.
"It's done!" Balba's voice shook with excitement.
Kokabiel lounged on his throne, smiling. "Four Regalia Blades, united at last."
He looked down on the field with utter indifference, wielding power so absolute that everyone below seemed like mere insects—crushable, forgettable.
The sacred glow expanded as the new Holy Sword took shape, flooding the field with dazzling light. When the brilliance faded, the sword hovered in midair, flames flickering along its blade.
"The unified Regalia Blade has activated the spell. In less than twenty minutes, this city will be erased. The only way to stop it is to defeat Kokabiel," Balba announced, grinning at Rias.
Rias and her team froze, horror etched on their faces.
"This is insane…" Rias whispered, teeth clenched. Kokabiel truly was a war-crazed maniac—ready to wipe out an entire city. Even the Demon Kings wouldn't be able to fix this.
Kokabiel laughed, arms spread wide. "If you want to stop me, then fight. Let's see war."
"Stop!" Rias roared, unleashing a torrent of flame at the throne in the sky—desperate to burn him down.
Kokabiel barely glanced her way. He raised a hand, bored, and divine power exploded. Rias's attack evaporated, snuffed out before it reached him.
"Annoying. Don't spoil my fun," Kokabiel muttered, flicking his hand. Another wave of power crashed down, but Akeno was there—lightning crackling as she shielded Rias. Together, they braced against the assault.
Kokabiel shrugged. "How dull. I'll play with you for a while."
He attacked lazily, yet even half-hearted blows forced Rias and her team onto the defensive, scrambling just to survive.
Balba clapped his hands, giddy. "Let's test the new Holy Sword."
A portal opened at his side. A black-haired girl stepped out, face blank and empty.
"Meet Number One—the result of countless hours of research. My Holy Sword compatible," Balba announced, pride dripping from every word.
Draconis's gaze hardened. He remembered Number Two—the test subject he'd fought before. This girl had the same hollow look, the same soulless obedience.
"Last time, that lab in the alternate dimension… It was for breeding test subjects," Draconis murmured. He pictured the humans floating in glass containers, victims of Balba's twisted science.
Balba beamed, eager to explain. "To wield a Holy Sword, you need a certain factor. My lab found those people, extracted the factor, crystallized it—now we have true Holy Sword wielders. Impressive, isn't it?"
The Holy Sword Project—Draconis had heard about it from Rias. It was monstrous, a crime against humanity.
He exhaled, tension knotting in his chest. Less than twenty minutes remained. The city was full of people he cared about. He couldn't let it be destroyed.
He tightened his grip on the Regalia Blade. First, he had to defeat Number One—otherwise, they wouldn't even get close to breaking the magic circle, let alone reaching Kokabiel.
Balba smiled, issuing his command. "Number One, take the sword. Kill them."
The girl moved like a puppet, picking up the new Holy Sword.
WHOOSH.
She vanished, reappearing before Draconis—her speed inhuman, terrifying.
Excalibur Rapidly. The sword granted its wielder monstrous speed.
Luckily, Draconis had the Knight piece's boost. He blocked her attack, matching her move for move.
But the next instant, the Holy Sword in her hand twisted, morphing into a whip that lashed out, seeking Draconis like a living thing.
Excalibur Mimic. Shape-shifting, homing attack.
As expected, the fused Holy Sword possessed all the powers of its predecessors.
The real battle was about to begin.
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