Five Kokabiels closed in on Ren Kuroda, forming a perfect encirclent, each gripping a now-transparent Holy Sword.
As for Ren, his eyes were shut, his body lowered slightly, poised in a classic iaijutsu stance.
The illusions created by the Sword of Illusion were flawless—indistinguishable from reality. Combined with the powers of the Sword of Transparency and the Sword of Heavenly Flash, Kokabiel looked at the motionless, eyes-closed Ren and couldn't help but sneer.
So-called "masterful swordsmanship," in Kokabiel's eyes, was nothing more than a joke.
If the power of a Holy Sword was strong enough, what need was there for refined technique? The diverse abilities of the Holy Swords alone were more than enough to compensate for any shortcomings of their wielder.
And the truth was, that assessnt wasn't wrong.
The seven fragnts of the King's Holy Sword ford a nearly perfect system of abilities:
The Sword of Destruction granted overwhelming offensive power.
The Sword of Mimicry enhanced adaptability and versatility.
The Sword of Heavenly Flash provided unmatched speed.
The Sword of Blessing offered protective capabilities.
…
With such powerful weapons, even an ordinary person could defeat a top-tier swordsman purely through the Holy Sword's abilities.
And the one wielding them now was no ordinary human—but a ten-winged fallen angel executive.
Though Kokabiel himself lacked true swordsmanship, his imnse demonic power allowed him to fully command every ability the Holy Swords offered.
"Fūrinkazan Style… Move Like Thunder—Rokuzon!"
White arcs of electricity began to crackle and dance across Ren's body.
The instant his divine blade left its sheath, the air was carved apart by streaks of blinding white lightning—afterimages that lingered like fractures in space itself.
The lightning surged forward, piercing and tearing through everything in its path—
—and in a single instant, all five Kokabiels rushing him were impaled at once.
Even as they were struck, Kokabiel's face still held that sa confident expression. The transparent Holy Sword in his hand hadn't even been swung.
Illusions should shatter the mont they're pierced.
And yet—
As Kokabiel looked down at the blade lodged through his chest, as the searing pain of lightning tore through his body, his expression finally twisted into disbelief… and unwilling despair.
"Faster… than the Sword of Heavenly Flash… Is this… what you call… swordsmanship…?"
With his heart pierced, even a fallen angel executive had only one fate left—death.
Ren's final strike—Move Like Thunder—had been too fast. So fast that Kokabiel never even had the chance to activate the Sword of Heavenly Flash or the Sword of Blessing before his heart was already destroyed.
With Kokabiel—the strongest among them—cut down, the two four-winged fallen angels at his side and the mad priest Shidō Freed were visibly shaken.
A fallen angel executive who had survived battles against both gods and demon lords… had been killed here so effortlessly.
If their leader was dead, what aning was there in staying?
Freed Shidō tried to flee—but that mont of hesitation exposed a fatal opening. Boosted by a sudden surge of resolve, Kiba Yūto and Shidō Irina struck together and cut him down where he stood.
As for the two four-winged fallen angels, they had initially held the upper hand against Toujou Koneko and Shidō Xenovia.
But everything changed when Hyōdō Issei unleashed a newly developed technique—
"Dress Break."
As the na suggested, it was exactly what it sounded like: clothing destruction. And it was, at present, the only "spell" Issei had managed to master.
Its power stemd from imagination—and in Issei's case, from an overwhelmingly shaless libido.
The two fallen angels, blessed with dangerously alluring figures, suddenly found their clothes explosively torn apart. The overwhelming embarrassnt hit them harder than any attack, instantly shattering their will to fight as they scrambled in panic to cover themselves.
That hesitation was fatal.
Xenovia and Koneko seized the opportunity without rcy, swiftly knocking both of them unconscious.
In short, Issei's contribution to defeating the two four-winged fallen angels was nothing short of decisive.
And yet, as their ally stood there proudly, Koneko and Xenovia looked at him with undisguised contempt.
"Senpai, developing sothing this indecent… you're basically an enemy of all won," Koneko said flatly, watching Issei enthusiastically jot down the asurents of the unconscious fallen angels.
Xenovia, for her part, wasn't particularly bothered—but she couldn't help thinking that this generation's Red Dragon Emperor was… an entirely new level of pervert.
From Ren's perspective, though, Dress Break was actually an incredible ability.
If its target weren't clothing, but equipnt instead, it would be downright god-tier.
Take, for example, a heavily armored opponent—if their defensive gear were instantly destroyed…
The potential was absurd.
Besides, whether the ability was "perverted" or not was beside the point.
Ren glanced around. Honestly, the amount of clothing left on Koneko and Irina wasn't that much more than what remained on the two fallen angels.
That was what confused him.
Earlier, when Irina and Xenovia had fought, the battle had been far more intense—yet their outfits had remained mostly intact.
But now?
This was practically a minor skirmish, and yet sohow all the girls present were reduced to scraps of fabric.
What was this supposed to be?
Did the Red Dragon Emperor co with a built-in "fanservice aura" or sothing?
Not that Ren minded observing things in a civilized manner—but he couldn't help wondering if Issei had so kind of passive "clothing destruction field."
If such a skill really existed, Ren seriously considered that it might be worth acquiring… even if it cost him everything.
Kokabiel and his group had arrived in dramatic fashion—
Only to end up delivering experience points and equipnt before dying. Truly, model antagonists to the very end.
But although the battle had ended, the conflict itself had not.
Xenovia and Irina, as mbers of the Church, were determined to retrieve the Holy Swords and bring them back.
Kiba Yūto, however, insisted they must be destroyed. If the Church regained them and continued the "Holy Sword Project," more people would suffer the sa fate he once had.
After learning about Kiba's past from Rias, Koneko and Issei now firmly supported his stance.
As for Ren—there was no need to even ask.
He'd fought this long and this hard for one reason: those Holy Swords could help his divine weapon evolve.
There was no way he was backing down now.
And the situation was even more complicated than that.
The common enemy—the fallen angels—had been defeated.
But the remaining forces still represented three different factions.
Irina and Xenovia stood with the Church—the Angel faction.
Issei and Kiba belonged to the Devil faction.
And Ren…
He stood alone, representing the yōkai.
Though his faction had only one mber—
He was, without question, the strongest one left on the field.
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