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Mika remained silent, observing Kokabiel's arrogant display.
He knew Kokabiel was right; humanity in this world was heavily reliant on the God of the Bible.
They had few other paths to power.
And unlike the God of the Bible—the other pantheons rarely empowered humans directly.
This was why the leaders of the Three Factions had concealed his death.
"After the Great War—what remained were Angels without a God—Devils without their Satans and most of their High-class—and Fallen Angels with little more than their Cadres."
"Exhausted—doesn't even begin to describe our state. All three factions were forced to rely on humans to replenish our ranks," Kokabiel continued, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he revealed their shared weakness.
"Especially the Angels and Fallen Angels. We can't reproduce without interbreeding with humans. The Fallen Angels can still increase their numbers through Angels, but with God gone—no new Angels can be born. And even the Pure-blooded Devils are dwindling."
Xenovia and Rias—hearing his words, believed him.
"H-how could this be?" Xenovia, her Holy Sword planted firmly in the ground, supporting her weight, repeated the words in disbelief, her voice barely a whisper.
Rias looked thoughtful.
"Honestly, unless deliberately provoked—a large-scale war between Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils is unlikely to occur again," Kokabiel continued. "The losses from the Great War were too devastating. With both God and the original Satans gone, everyone believed further conflict was meaningless."
"And that fool—Azazel—having lost most of his forces, actually declared he wouldn't instigate another war! How could I tolerate such weakness?! Retreat after coming so close to victory? Preposterous! If we had continued fighting—we might have won! And now, Fallen Angels, forced to rely on humans to survive…what value do we even have?!" he roared, his voice filled with rage and frustration.
He didn't hesitate to express his true desires: to fight—to conquer—to unite the Three Factions under his rule.
He was a warmonger, through and through!
"No—this can't be right, If God is truly gone—then where does the love he gives us come from?" Asia cried, her voice filled with anguish as she struggled to accept this devastating truth.
Kokabiel chuckled. "Indeed, without God—his protection and love should have vanished as well. However—Michael has done an admirable job maintaining the illusion. As long as the system continues to function, prayers and blessings are still—processed."
"But Compared to when God was still alive—far more prayers are now—rejected."
"That boy's ability to create a Holy Demonic Sword is also a consequence of the broken balance between Angels and the Devils. Holy and demonic powers shouldn't be able to coexist. But with both God and the original Satans gone, such—anomalies are bound to occur."
"Just like that Devil wielding both light and demonic powers." He turned his gaze towards Mika, who he had been watching intently throughout their conversation.
He hadn't forgotten their earlier encounter. Mika was dangerous.
"No…" Asia collapsed, unable to bear the weight of Kokabiel's words.
"Asia!" Issei rushed to her side, holding her close. For a devout believer, the death of her Lord was a devastating blow.
Kokabiel chuckled, enjoying their despair.
"So, have you finished your—sermon?" Mika asked calmly.
"I was merely…enlightening your companions," Kokabiel replied.
"—That's why I didn't interrupt. But now…it's time to end this."
"End this? You can't defeat me!" With that, he ascended once more—Mika following close behind.
A barrage of light spears hurtled towards Mika, targeting his vital points.
He deflected them with his flaming spear, his movements swift and precise. However, Kokabiel's attack was relentless, his disregard for his own injuries evident.
Their earlier clash had taught him a valuable lesson: he couldn't allow Mika to gain the upper hand, to utilize his ability to vanish.
Furthermore, with his right arm gone, his close-combat abilities were severely hampered.
He couldn't risk another direct confrontation.
Therefore, he resorted to ranged attacks, a barrage of light spears, his most potent offensive ability.
"This is…annoying," Mika muttered, seeing through Kokabiel's intentions. He couldn't match Kokabiel's speed or energy reserves.
While his unique abilities and knowledge of Kokabiel's fighting style had given him an advantage in their earlier clash—now that Kokabiel was avoiding close combat, Mika found himself at a disadvantage.
He couldn't unleash a wider—more powerful attack without risking serious injury. And he couldn't match Kokabiel's speed in a direct pursuit. This was a difference in raw power.
"What do I do?" He dodged the incoming spears, his mind racing. Then, his gaze fell upon his weapon—[Radiant Spear].
'If only I could achieve Balance Breaker…'
He remembered the sensation of shifting energy flows during Yuuto's transformation.
"To achieve Balance Breaker, I need intense emotions."
"And the only emotion I can channel now—is my desire for Victory."
"I Will Win!" he thought, gripping Radiant Spear tightly.
——
Mika's resolve was unwavering.
His willpower was his greatest strength.
As he channeled his desire for victory into his Spear—the familiar sensation of shifting energy returned.
He had felt it once before—during Yuuto's awakening.
Now, it was his turn!
Radiant Spear—glowed brightly, its form shifting, transforming into pure light. Its true power flowed into his mind.
"I can feel it—the Law of Absolute Accuracy." He raised the spear, his arm drawn back in a throwing stance.
"Pierce him! Vasavi Shakti!" The spirit of the spear, the divine weapon from another world, awakened.
The law of—[Unerring Accuracy]—flowed through the weapon.
With all his might, he hurled the spear. It transformed into a beam of pure light, crossing the vast distance in an instant, piercing Kokabiel's unguarded back.
"W-What…?" He stared in disbelief at the light piercing through his body.
The wound began to spread rapidly—the curse no longer contained—expanding outwards, consuming him.
He couldn't control his descent as he plummeted towards the ground, his body disintegrating, turning to ash before he even landed.
"It's over," Mika murmured, watching Kokabiel's demise. He raised his hand, and the spear of light returned—its form now subtly altered.
He could feel its power had increased. Even its basic abilities, like the curse that had just slain Kokabiel, were now enhanced. It was a more potent, more insidious curse, leaving him no chance to recover.
"So this is—Balance Breaker. Truly powerful." He landed softly, gripping his transformed spear, marveling at its newfound power.
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"Mika!" A chorus of cheers erupted as Rias and her peerage rushed towards him, their faces beaming with joy.
"I've won," he said with a smile, his voice filled with pride. Defeating Kokabiel was a significant accomplishment. After all, Kokabiel had been stronger than him. However, Mika's diverse abilities, gathered from Various worlds, had given him the edge.
"It seems my power is approaching the level of gods and satans."
Although officially a Level 6 adventurer on the verge of 7—his true strength had already surpassed that level.
"You were amazing, Mika! To think you could defeat Kokabiel—you're incredible!" Issei exclaimed.
"I hadn't expected such a swift victory," Akeno added with a smile.
"I knew you could do it," Rias said, her voice filled with pride.
Mika grinned, enjoying their praise. Just as he was about to speak, a powerful aura suddenly erupted in the distance. He turned towards its source.
"What is it, Mika?" Rias and the others asked, sensing his sudden shift in demeanor. Then, they too felt the powerful presence, their gazes following his.
A figure—clad in white armor, descended from the sky under the light of the moon.
Mika felt a familiar energy emanating from him.
"It's…Dragon power."
"Dragon power? Could it be…him?" Rias gasped. Xenovia had warned them about the awakening of the White Dragon Emperor, the Red Dragon Emperor's rival. Their paths were destined to cross.
"The White Dragon Emperor…" Issei murmured, his gaze fixed on the figure in the sky. He knew this was his rival. His blood boiled with anticipation.
"Is that him—Ddraig?"
"Yes, Partner. That is Albion—the White Dragon."
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"Interesting. To think a Fallen Angel Cadre would be defeated," the White Dragon Emperor said as he landed before them.
Rias stepped forward, shielding Issei. "Are you here to fight him?"
The White Dragon Emperor glanced at Issei, then smiled. "I'm not here for him. I'm here to clean up the Fallen Angels' mess."
"You work for the Fallen Angels?!" Rias's apprehension grew. Compared to Kokabiel, the White Dragon Emperor seemed even more dangerous.
"Do you consider me your enemy? I suppose, given our respective affiliations, that's not entirely inaccurate."
"Besides, you interfered with my mission, causing its failure. It seems a demonstration is in order." He smiled.
Mika stepped forward, placing himself between Rias and the White Dragon Emperor.
"If you're looking for a fight, I'm right here." he said coldly. While he wasn't a match for the White Dragon Emperor yet, he wouldn't back down.
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