AN: Hello! Hello!!!
Now I'm here to bring the last update for this weekend!
Now Chapter is up for your reading.
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PS: Thanks to Aethergrey314 and Master_Sigil for the power stones!! Thank you for your support as always!
PS 2: For Master_Sigil, yeah you might have been disappointed since like I replied, the Cannon Express Crew, will not join the team of Noah. So sorry about that.
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The so-called war between the Three Factions and the Khaos Brigade was reaching its end. Its army of magicians, strays, abominations, chimeras, fallen, devils, demonic sword users and more—had been reduced to almost nothing. Even empowered by the snakes of Ophis, granted so-called 'infinite' strength, they could not stand against the united forces of the Three factions.
The descendants of the original Maous, Katerea Leviathan, Shalba Beelzebub, and Creuserey Asmodeus, fought with everything they had, their bodies burning with Ophis's power. They believed themselves invincible, yet reality was merciless.
Serafall's overwhelming magic clashed with Katerea's madness, ice and water magics dancing together in a storm of chaotic beauty.
"Give it up already, Katerea! You're not even half the Maou you think you are!" Serafall's voice rang out as a blizzard roared from her outstretched palm.
Katerea sneered, her sea serpents surging forward to devour the blizzard Serafall unleashed. "I was treated as a joke the moment you were chosen to wear Leviathan's name! That is why I'll end you, prove myself, and reclaim what should have been mine from the start!"
Serafall's eyes narrowed, her voice hard as ice. "Then come and try. Let's see whose will breaks first!"
Meanwhile, Gabriel's ten wings shone like dawn as she parried Shalba's brutal assaults, each swing of her holy spears glowing with resolve. Shalba roared, his form twisted and swollen by energy from Ophis's snakes.
"You fight for a dead god!" he spat, unleashing a barrage of void blasts that burned the air.
Gabriel's eyes never wavered. "I fight for hope. Even when Father is gone, we will keep fighting for the future!" Her spears of light split through the darkness like rays of morning sun, scattering the blasts.
Not far away, Azazel grinned as he crossed weapons with Creuserey, moving with the methodicality of a scientist and the spirit of a warrior.
"As expected," he said, deflecting a strike with a smirk, "from someone clinging so desperately to the past, you're awfully bad at adapting."
Creuserey snarled, sweat mixing with fury. "Spoken by those who desecrate the world we should rule!"
Azazel laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. "Ahahaha! Since when did the world revolve around a spoiled brat throwing tantrums?"
And still, the descendants faltered.
"This… this can't be," Katerea hissed, frost crawling up her limbs.
"We are the rightful rulers!" Shalba screamed. "We carry the blood of the Original Demons!"
Creuserey staggered back, his voice cracking. "Why… why are we losing to these weak, diluted clowns!?"
The answer came not in words but in action. Whether it was Serafall, Gabriel, or Azazel, they gave only one truth:
"That is because we have something worth fighting for!"
Below on the ground, Michael beside Shemhazai finally moved.
Descending like judgment itself, his twelve wings spread, casting rays of holy brilliance across the battlefield. Holy light ignited around him, releasing pure divine power.
"By the will of Heaven, I shall bring this fight to an end," Michael declared, his voice neither loud nor harsh but filled with authority that pierced through the cries of battle.
At his side, Shemhazai extended his hand, his own energy synchronizing with Michael's divine power. "Binding them. They've brought enough chaos already."
Supporting them were Sagiri, Alice, Anis, and Villhaze, each fighting with determination. Alice and Anis's Astral Emblems flared with power as they drove back wave after wave of Khaos Brigade remaining forces, while Sagiri and Villhaze pressed forward with a mix of martial skill and relentless force.
Anisphia leapt aside, narrowly dodging the claw of an abomination that crashed down where she had stood. Using the momentum, she twisted midair, coating her magic blades with blazing pyro charges and slicing the monster apart like butter.
She barely had time to breathe before a crazed demonic sword user lunged at her. "Persistent, aren't you—!" she muttered, bracing herself. Before she could strike, thin strings lashed out, binding the attacker. Villhaze stepped in smoothly, her dagger flashing as poison finished the job.
"Please be careful, Anis-sama," Villhaze said coolly, brushing dust from her sleeve.
"Ahahaha! Thanks, Vill-chan!" Anisphia grinned, twirling once before leaping back into the fray. Her blades cut through the incoming spells like ribbons of fire, though a few slipped past her guard.
Without missing a beat, Villhaze's barrier came into place, intercepting the stray magic. ".. I just warned you," she chided softly.
"Ah crap! I'll buy you tea later!" Anisphia shot back with a laugh, already charging forward again. She muttered under her breath, half amused, half exasperated, "...just how did Captain make slicing spells look so easy?"
A sudden swirl of wind whipped past, forming into an eye of storm in front of the enemy magicians. Their cries were cut short as they were pulled helplessly into the vortex, hurled into the air. Sagiri appeared through the gale, her ninjutsu flashing as she cut them down with swift, decisive strikes.
Anisphia blinked at the sight, watching Sagiri land lightly on the ground while Villhaze calmly dusted her maid uniform. "Huh? Isn't that some amazing teamwork?"
Alice descended gracefully, gliding like a flower carried by the breeze. "Well, I'd say it's because Villhaze and Sagiri managed to match our tempo."
Villhaze bowed politely. "Thank you for the compliment, Alice-sama, but I believe it was mostly your support magic that allowed us to follow your rhythm."
"Villhaze is right," Sagiri added, joining them as the last enemies in the area fell. "Without your support, I'd have been the first to fall back."
"Geez, give yourselves more credit!!" Anisphia chimed in, looping her arms around their shoulders with a grin. "Sagiri, weren't you already keeping up with us during the Kokabiel incident? And before that, you were dealing with those abominations in Kuoh on your own before we teamed up!"
Sagiri gave a wry smile, scratching at her slightly pink cheeks.
"And don't sell yourself short, Vill-chan. You've got mana and resilience most can only dream of." Anisphia chimed in, pointing dramatically. "Vill-chan is originally a devil, and with your new body created by Hajime using both the Power of Reason and Blessing of Terra, you should basically be at 'demigod' level on this world's scale!"
Alice nodded at Anisphia's words. "She's right. Just so you know, my current physical body was also modified in the same way."
"Eh?!" Villhaze's eyes widened at the revelation, nearly dropping her dagger in surprise.
"Ah, right," Sagiri recalled, she slowly nodded as she thought back. "Nagumo Hajime explained before that because of your powerful abilities, your physical body was frail."
Alice smiled softly at them. "Yes… it's all thanks to Hajime that I can continue to live on."
The warmth of their exchange was cut short by a thunderous explosion. The ground shook, as they turned toward the source, a giant ball of destruction along with a multi-headed water dragon, obliterating the remaining enemies in a single devastating strike.
"Ohh! Looks like Rias-san and Sona are wrapping things up on their side," Anisphia said with a wide grin.
—--
A few minutes back, Sona and Rias led their peerages with unyielding resolve and perfect coordination. Rias stood at the center, her crimson hair blazing like a banner of hope. Beside her, Akeno soared through the sky, raining thunder and lightning upon enemy lines with serene fury.
"Don't fall behind now," Akeno called with a calm smile, her voice laced with static. "It'd be a shame if you missed all the fun."
"…Akeno-san, calling this fun is a bit much," Kiba muttered as he danced between two opponents, his Holy Demonic sword flashing.
Koneko landed beside him, cracking the ground with a clean punch. "Less talking. More smashing."
Behind them, Gasper peered nervously through his bangs, channeling his power with a trembling breath. "Just… don't look back here… I've got the sealing under control… I think…"
Asia placed her hands gently on his shoulders, her voice soft. "You're doing great, Gasper-san. I've got you covered."
At the front of the vanguard, Issei Hyoudou charged headlong into the fray, Boosted Gear glowing bright red as it roared, [Boost!].
"Get your hands off my friends, you Khaos creeps!" Issei shouted, punching through a demonic soldier with explosive force. "I, the Oppai Dragon, and today, I'm your worst nightmare!"
Kiba smiled wryly. "…You really had to say that line again?"
"Shut it! It's cool!" Issei grinned proudly.
"Pervert," Koneko muttered, giving him a flat stink eye.
Not far away, Sona scanned the battlefield, marking the remaining enemies with sharp precision. Beside her, Tsubaki fought with cool composure. "Don't let your guard down. The enemies are almost finished, but desperate ones are the most dangerous," she warned, countering an incoming spell without breaking stride.
Tomoe sliced through the fray with the fluid grace of a knight. "Will do, Vice-President!"
Reya and Momo anchored the rear, weaving layers of barriers and counter-spells. "Left side, Reya!" Momo called.
"On it—countering now!" Reya replied, her magic flaring as she unraveled the attack.
Meanwhile, Ruruko and Tsubasa struck low and fast, their martial arts cutting through the chaos.
"Two more down!" Ruruko reported breathlessly.
"And more to go!" Tsubasa added, sweeping an enemy off balance and finishing with a sharp kick.
Saji, ablaze with draconic energy, planted himself like an iron wall before Sona. "President," he grunted between blows, "permission for promotion?!"
Sona's eyes narrowed, then she gave the faintest nod. "Approved. But don't burn yourself out."
"Ha! Can't promise that!" Saji barked with a grin before launching forward in an explosive charge.
Together, the two peerages moved as one, forming a formidable vanguard while their kings prepared to end the battle.
A vast magic circle flared beneath Sona, a roaring multi-headed water dragon surging forth. Opposite her, Rias raised her hand, conjuring a giant ball of crimson destruction. Demonic energy surged, their eyes burning with resolve.
"…Time to finish this," Sona declared firmly.
"Bye-bye, bringer of chaos—it's our win," Rias said with a confident grin.
The dragon lunged, and the orb of destruction followed. Together, their power erased the remaining enemies in a single, devastating strike.
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Griselda and Vasco stood firm on the frontlines, each wielding the True Excalibur holy swords reborn through Hajime's craftsmanship. Their strikes gleamed with holy might, every slash carving through the dark like a hymn of salvation.
Vasco laughed as he cleaved through a cluster of chimeras. "It feels good to swing a real sword again!"
"Aren't you enjoying this a bit too much?" Griselda chided gently, her blade catching the edge of an enemy spell and slicing it apart. "We're not done yet."
"You sound like Lord Michael when you scold people," Vasco muttered, ducking under a projectile before countering with a wide arc that cut three foes at once. "Next you'll be telling me to stand straighter."
Griselda allowed herself a small chuckle despite the chaos. "If it keeps you alive, then yes."
Above them, Dulio hovered, his blond hair tousled by the swirling tempest he commanded. With arms spread wide, he smiled like a shepherd guiding the storm.
"Lightning on the boom!" he chimed, unleashing a bolt that tore through the sky and struck down a winged creature mid-dive.
Rain cascaded over the battlefield, washing away blood and ash. A wind, sharp and holy, surged outward, lifting spirits and pushing back the tide of enemies.
"Don't fall behind!" Dulio called with a cheerful grin. "We're still in overtime, you old folks!"
Vasco scoffed loudly, cleaving another beast in two. "Old? I'll show this brat who's old!"
Griselda shook her head but couldn't help the faint smile tugging at her lips. "This child is really…."
Among them, two swords fought side by side—Xenovia and Irina. Once Church exorcist partners, their paths had separated after the Kokabiel incident and the news of God's death. Xenovia's choice to join Rias's peerage had left Irina hurt, creating a rift between them.
But here, back to back in the chaos of battle, they moved in perfect rhythm, blades flashing as though no time had ever passed.
"...Still mad at me?" Xenovia muttered, parrying an oncoming strike.
Irina spun, her blade cutting down a charging devil before replying flatly, "Still stupid?"
Xenovia let out a short, tired chuckle. "Fair."
They shared a brief pause as another wave rushed toward them, then struck together with unmatched rhythm.
After a moment, Irina's voice softened. "I was angry… because I thought you abandoned everything we fought for."
"I never abandoned it. I was just lost," Xenovia admitted, her tone low. "But now… I've found a new reason to keep fighting."
Their eyes met for a heartbeat, confusion and regret mingling and beginning to mend.
"…Then let's fight together again," Irina whispered.
Xenovia gave a small nod, her lips twitching upward. "Like we used to."
Amidst blood and chaos, faith and friendship found a second chance through shared promise.
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With their preparations complete, Michael and Shemhazai released a sacred circle that spiraled outward in golden light. Golden chains shot forth, binding the remaining Khaos Brigade forces. Even empowered by infinity, they fell to their knees, unable to move.
The tide had turned.
"It's over," Michael said with finality. The enemies, now bound by Heaven's decree, collapsed one by one. The chaos that tried to break the peace conference had been dealt with. Azazel, Gabriel, and Serafall regrouped beside Michael as Katerea, Shalba, and Creuserey were slammed to the ground, screaming and thrashing against the chains that binds them.
Michael smiled as he gave them nod, while Shemhazai exhaled a long sigh of relief. Serafall let out a deep breath, Gabriel whispered a prayer, and Azazel chuckled dryly. "Guess we're still not obsolete yet."
Even Sirzechs, still locked in his theatrical clash with Vali, allowed himself a faint smile. He halted mid-air, lowering his voice so only Vali could hear. "That's enough, Vali. The act's over. They're all captured."
Before Vali could reply, his gaze drifted toward Hajime, who was still calmly seated inside the broken conference room. Hidden behind his helmet, Vali's face twisted into exasperation that no one else could see.
"…..Oi, Nagumo Hajime," he said dryly. "…What the hell are you doing in the middle of a battle that's supposed to decide the fate of the three factions?"
From Sirzechs to Michael, from the leaders to everyone who attended the conference, all eyes turned toward the open hole in the conference room where Hajime should have been.
There sat Hajime, utterly unfazed, feeding a little girl sitting on Ingvild's lap. He gently placed another Alden™ cookie between Ophis's lips, patting her head as though tending to an adorable child. Ophis, eyes half-lidded and blissful, chewed slowly as though nothing else in the world mattered.
Ingvild flushed crimson under the sudden attention, trying to hide her face behind Ophis's hair, arms wrapping protectively around her. It was hard to tell who looked more embarrassed—Ingvild, or the expressionless dragon sitting in her lap.
Hajime finally noticed the silence, glancing up as Vali turned toward him. He blinked at the stares aimed his way.
He raised a brow. "…Hmm? Is it finally over?"
A beat passed. Then another. The battlefield, once filled with clashing steel and roars of magic, now lay eerily silent save for the breeze of wind.
Then, like a stone tossed into a pond, laughter rippled through the ranks. First Azazel, then Serafall, and even Sirzechs and Michael allowed faint smiles. The absurdity of it all, the peace, the calm, the ridiculous image of a feared Godslayer feeding cookies to the Infinite Dragon washed over them like sunlight after a storm.
For now, the skirmish was done.
They had won.
And at last, the time for peace could truly begin.
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As the laughter rang across the battlefield and began to cool down, a sudden blur dashed across the ground.
"KYAAAHHHH—SO CUTE!!"
Before anyone could react, Anisphia bolted toward Hajime's side, scooping Ophis straight from Ingvild's lap and pulling her into a tight, smothering hug. Ingvild let out a startled squeak, hands still reaching where Ophis had just been a heartbeat ago.
"H-Hey! Anis-san!" she stammered, blinking in disbelief. "You can't just—!"
"Oh no—she's so small and expressionless and mysterious—I can't take it! I just wanna squish her forever!" Anisphia squealed, oblivious to Ingvild's stunned protest.
Ophis blinked slowly, still chewing the last of the cookie Hajime had given her. Trapped in Anisphia's grasp, she didn't resist—just tilted her head with the tiniest frown of confusion.
"Anis… if you squeeze her any tighter, she might implode," Hajime said dryly, though a spark of amusement shone in his eyes.
"I'll risk it!!" Anisphia declared, stars practically sparkling in her eyes.
Alice appeared moments later, arms outstretched and eyes with equal obsession. "Move over, Anis. I want a turn! She's just too cute!"
"She's in my arms first!" Anisphia shot back, clutching Ophis tighter. "Cuddle queue starts behind me!"
"I don't care! Look at that tiny, adorable face," Alice argued, inching closer like a predator stalking an irresistible plush. "She's like a walking stress-relief charm—I need this!"
"Over my dead body!" Anisphia growled.
"Careful, that can be arranged," Alice teased with a mischievous grin.
Hajime simply watched the chaos unfold before him with a fond expression, his cheek resting against his hand. Anisphia had Ophis locked in a bear hug while Alice pouted and circled like a hawk, waiting for the perfect chance to dive in. Their antics were ridiculous—but strangely comforting in the aftermath of battle.
"..never change... both of you... never change," he murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Ophis, sandwiched between chaos and affection, blinked again. Then slowly, ever so subtly, reached for another cookie from the tray.
Ingvild hovered nearby, trying to calm things down with soft gestures. "Alice-san, Anis-san, please calm down!! Ophis-chan might not understand what's happening, but she's getting overwhelmed!"
"She's not protesting though," Anisphia argued, still clinging tightly.
"She looks fine to me," Alice added, inching closer with twinkling eyes. "She's even reaching for another cookie. That's basically consent in cuddle law."
"Still!!" Ingvild shouted, exasperated, flailing her hands. "Also there is no such thing as cuddle law!!"
Sagiri and Villhaze slowly walked up beside Hajime.
"…Just how exactly did this happen?"
Hajime leaned back with a helpless shrug, still watching the scene like a man who'd long since surrendered to the madness. "Ophis showed up. We made a deal. Now she's apparently the crew's new cuddle magnet."
Sagiri was stunned. "....what?"
"Well just think of it that we got a new mascot," Hajime replied with a wry smile.
"...no one just recruits a dragon god—much less the Infinity Dragon—as a mascot, Your Majesty," Villhaze deadpanned.
Hajime simply shrugged.
And thus, the battle had ended… replaced by the far more chaotic aftermath of affectionate girls, a confused primordial being, and one boy who knew resistance was futile.