No… thinking about it carefully, although Ophis had lived for an imasurably long ti, she had spent nearly all of it within the dinsional gap, with almost no interaction with others…
Which ant—
The being standing before him was essentially a "child"… one even more powerful than Milim, yet far more simple and innocent?
As that realization settled in, Ren Kuroda couldn't help but feel a faint sense of guilt rising within him.
But that thought was quickly swept aside.
This was the strongest Dragon God—a being capable of crushing gods and demons with one hand. Feeling guilty toward soone like that? What nonsense.
The "Swift as Thunder" attack, enhanced by the Sword of Heavenly Flash, was already one of Ren's most powerful techniques under his "Spirit Release."
And if even that couldn't so much as trouble Ophis…
Then Ren had already reached a clear conclusion—
There was no way he could defeat her.
Even if he brought out his ultimate trump card—"Simulated Star Creation Map: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons"—and used its overwhelming rule-based power to forcibly redefine Ophis as a "human," the outco likely wouldn't change.
Just like when he had faced the Dragonoid Milim—
His Simulated Star Creation Map had worked, but only to narrow the gap between them. It hadn't been enough to win.
And Ophis's power far surpassed even Milim's.
Not to ntion whether the ability would even work on soone like Ophis, whose existence clearly exceeded his by multiple dinsions—
Even if it did, the magical energy cost would be astronomical.
The stronger the target, the greater the cost of rewriting the rules governing them.
Even the Simulated Star Creation Map wasn't absolute.
And based on Ren's judgnt—
Ophis's strength was unquestionably at the level of a "World-Breaker."
The gap between them was undeniable.
Ren understood perfectly well—
He could not win.
But just as Vali chased after him, striving to surpass him—
Now, standing before this seemingly invincible Ophis…
Ren wanted to test his own limits.
After all, he was the one who had provoked this fight.
If he went all out and still couldn't even leave a scratch on her—
That would be far too unsatisfying.
"Simulated Star Creation Map: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons—Activate!"
The mont Ren spoke—
The sky above the battlefield, a perfect replica of Kuoh Academy within the Rating Ga's special space, suddenly darkened.
In a space like this, there shouldn't have been celestial bodies like the sun or moon at all.
Even devils couldn't create sothing like that.
And yet—
As darkness spread across the sky, a dazzling star map appeared overhead, illuminating the heavens with brilliant starlight.
Among the countless stars, one shone brighter than all the rest—
As if guiding the others, like the protagonist of the entire constellation.
The star map stretched across the entire sky, enveloping everyone within the ga space.
At first, those engaged in battles across the field noticed the sudden appearance of the night sky and stars. Though surprised, most didn't pay it much mind, assuming it was just so powerful technique unleashed by a high-level combatant.
But when the starlight descended—
And bathed every single person present—
The situation changed instantly.
Because the mont they felt the changes in their bodies—
Shock turned to horror.
And it was only natural.
Almost everyone present felt their power draining away at an alarming rate.
If it had only been a loss of power, perhaps it wouldn't have been so terrifying—after all, there were plenty of spells and barriers capable of suppressing strength.
But what truly horrified them was this—
It wasn't just their power disappearing.
It felt as though they themselves were no longer who they had been.
Their bodies—once strong and resilient, capable of rapid regeneration—had beco as fragile as those of ordinary humans.
Fallen Angels and Angels lost their ability to wield the "Light of God."
Devils lost their enhanced physiques and their near-immortality.
Even most demonic techniques beca unusable.
And under the glow of the starlight—
The Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils who had been fighting midair began to fall from the sky like rain.
The reason was simple.
They had all relied on their wings to fly.
But under the influence of Ren's Simulated Star Creation Map—
They had been reduced to ordinary humans.
And humans…
Could not fly.
So of the weaker devils were lucky enough to survive the fall, though they suffered broken limbs.
Others were less fortunate—
Those who had been flying too high, now stripped of their abilities, plumted to the ground and died on impact.
After all, they were no longer devils.
Fragile human bodies couldn't survive such a fall.
They might still possess magical energy—
But that had nothing to do with physical durability.
And it wasn't just the weaker fighters who were affected.
Even the heavyweights—figures like Sirzechs, Michael, and their opponents among the descendants of the forr Devil Kings—
All of them were impacted.
Michael, once radiant and resplendent, lost his glowing halo and twelve golden wings.
Sirzechs showed no outward change, but he alone knew—
His power as a devil had completely vanished.
As for Azazel, although he too felt the loss of his Fallen Angel abilities, it didn't affect him nearly as much.
At present, he was fighting using artificial Sacred Gears.
And the Dragon King Fafnir, in its Balance Breaker state, seed completely unaffected by the power of the stars.
Likewise, human magicians within the space appeared to be immune to this influence.
As leaders of the three great factions, Sirzechs and the others naturally didn't suffer the embarrassnt of falling from the sky due to the sudden loss of their racial powers.
But the sheer nature of this phenonon demanded their full attention.
They all possessed powerful equipnt or unique techniques that normally allowed them to resist most curses and barrier-based debuffs.
And yet—
This force from the heavens had stripped away their racial abilities completely and indiscriminately.
Even as a Devil King and an Archangel—
They were utterly unable to resist it.
They didn't even understand how they had been affected.
Originally, Sirzechs and the others had been trying to extract more information from their opponents—the so-called descendants of the true Devil Kings.
But through their exchanges, they had already realized—
These individuals were rely minor players within the Khaos Brigade.
And now, it was clear that this power wasn't selective.
It affected not only their side—
But the Khaos Brigade as well.
Recognizing the severity of the situation, Sirzechs and Michael exchanged a glance.
Then—
They stopped holding back.
In an instant, they eliminated opponents who had monts ago seed evenly matched.
Only to turn their attention toward the location where magical power was now most densely concentrated within the space.
As for the descendants of the Devil Kings who had been facing them—
Even in their final monts, they couldn't understand—
Why their "evenly matched" opponents had suddenly beco so overwhelmingly powerful.
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