Looking at Zenon, who had completely turned into a devil, a trace of caution appeared in Drake's eyes.
In the final battle, Drake's advantage, besides knowing that Lucius was the mastermind behind the scenes, was also the various abilities that he had learned in other worlds, which Lucius didn't know about.
So whether it was the previous battle with Conrad or this battle with Zenon, Drake hadn't used too many of his abilities.
Of course, Drake wouldn't be so stupid as to have a royal flush in his hand but let it rot, but the current situation wasn't enough to make Drake expose more of his trump cards.
But even though he said that, Drake had to be extra careful when facing the devilized Zenon.
Letting out a puff of white air, Drake took a stance.
Zenon naturally wouldn't be careless either, after all, he had been the one who had been suppressed ever since the battle had started.
Another bone sword appeared in his hand, but this time, the bone sword had not only turned into a two-handed sword, but the blade had also changed its appearance.
"Bone x Space Magic - Demon Sword Dainself!"
Zenon swung the demon sword in his hand, and the blade composed of space magic extended out, creating a fractured space.
Drake dodged out instinctively, and that fractured space continued to extend out, cutting apart the ground and a row of buildings of the Golden Dawn.
In legends, Dainself was a demon sword that created wounds that couldn't be healed, and it wasn't clear if Zenon's magic had the same power. But the attack power of the blade composed of space magic was clear at a glance.
Drake bent his arm, and the evil dragon and dragon slayer covered his arm, and then he directly reached out his hand, grabbing the other slash that Zenon had sent over.
Although the inherent spirit armament was equipment that theoretically couldn't be destroyed, the setting of this kind of thing was used to be eaten, and Drake had seen situations where the inherent spirit armament had been shattered more than once.
So Drake had input a lot of magic power into the gauntlet, and had only then blocked the spatial fracture.
But this made Zenon even more cautious, and he had directly approached Drake, carrying his sword.
Tilting his head back, shifting his body... Drake hadn't forcefully received Zenon's extremely dangerous blade, but had instead adopted a dodging approach.
But Drake had quickly found an opportunity to counterattack, bending his knees to dodge Zenon's horizontal slash, and then using the momentum of standing up to send an uppercut.
Whether it was magic power or devil power, they could greatly increase a person's various qualities, and Zenon's reaction could now keep up with Drake's movements, so he had raised his bone sword to block Drake's punch.
But he had still underestimated the power of Drake's punch, and the blocking stance had been directly disrupted.
And Drake's second punch had already come over at this time, but fortunately, the bone tail behind Zenon had stabbed over in time.
Drake had never lacked the resolve to exchange injuries for injuries in battle, so his fist had landed on Zenon's face without slowing down at all, directly slamming his head onto the ground.
The ground had first spread out spider web-like cracks, centered on the position where Zenon's head had hit the ground, before shattering with a loud bang.
Two of the four horns on Zenon's head had been broken off on the ground, and two had been crushed by the impact of Drake's fist. It wasn't just the horns, the bones of Zenon's entire head had been shattered, making his head a mess right now.
And for Drake, the price of this attack was that his shoulder had been pierced by the sharp bone tail, and magma-like blood was flowing down along the bone tail.
The bone tail had pierced through the magic power defense and skin on Drake's body, but it hadn't been able to injure the bones, but had instead been clamped by the muscles, and hadn't caused too severe of an injury.
But Zenon had already turned into a devil, and besides the heart, there were no vital points, and it would only take some magic power to recover even if his head had been smashed like that. It couldn't be said that either side had suffered more.
Drake reached out his hand, tearing off the bone tail that was still drilling into his body, raising his leg to step down, making up for a fatal blow.
Zenon had also swung the demon sword back, just happening to collide with Drake's flame-covered foot.
The flames erupted in an instant, and after only seeing several spatial fractures flash inside, two figures flew out from within.
Zenon's head, which had turned into a dough ball, had returned to normal, and even the horns on his head had grown back.
But his body was covered in burns, and still hadn't completely recovered even now. Clearly, the flames of the sanctuary power were still effective against him.
Drake used his thumb to wipe away the blood flowing from the wound on his face, and the flames in his eyes had become even more scorching.
Zenon was definitely the most qualified warrior among the Dark Triad, and Drake couldn't steadily suppress him with just using elf synchronization.
Only someone like this could be called an opponent, regardless of whether the path that he had chosen was right or wrong, at least no one could deny his will to carry it through to the end.
Drake was sorry that he couldn't use all his strength to express his respect for this "opponent," but he would give Zenon a battle that he deserved.
As if he had sensed Drake's emotions, Zenon had also become surprisingly calm.
The obsession to revive the Spade Kingdom and the impatience that had been suppressed had seemed to have disappeared at this time, and he seemed to see the figure of his close friend again.
That was a friend that he had known since he was a child, and was a rival who, like him, had wanted to become the captain of the magic defense squad.
But in order to slay the devil, Zenon had personally pierced through his close friend's chest with magic. This had also made him understand the principle that only power could change everything.
He wasn't interested in what his brother had said about "destroying everything and then rebuilding a new world," he only wanted to let the Spade Kingdom exist forever.
Everything that he had done had also been for this goal... in his own way.
It was a pity that what he had seen of his close friend was only his back, and perhaps he, like the others, wouldn't approve of what he had done either!
That didn't mean that he had become depressed, but instead, his will to fight had become even purer, and even his magic power seemed to have been strengthened.
Drake revealed a smile, saying softly, "So you've... also caught fire, huh!"
In the next instant, the two had disappeared at the same time, and when they had reappeared, they had already collided together.
The dragon scale-like armor plates that had been blessed by magic power and the blade formed by space magic were rubbing against each other, and the overflowing magic power had formed a shock, pushing away all the objects in their field of vision.
Then the arms and sword blades that had been in a stalemate had disappeared at the same time, replaced by a large net composed of spatial fractures and erupting flames.
"Fire Dragon's Wing Attack!"
Drake swung his arm, and the flames that had extended out had directly torn apart the sword net, whipping towards Zenon.
But Zenon hadn't retreated, but had instead raised the demon sword horizontally, directly launching a thrust towards Drake. The flames that Drake had sent out had been directly pierced through, and the tip of the sword was pointing straight at Drake's heart.
Drake's vertical pupils shrank into a line, and he had shattered the ground with one foot, and his entire person had jumped up.
Zenon's sword had pierced empty air, and he had subconsciously raised his head to look at Drake in mid-air.
And at this time, the flames in Drake's two hands had fused, and the Fire Dragon's Blazing Flame was pressing down against his face.
"Empty Devil Severance!"
Drake had dodged to one side, dodging the spatial fracture that had flown over after cutting apart the fireball, and then had passed through the fireball that had been cut apart, arriving before Zenon.
"Fire Dragon King's Crushing Fist!"
Zenon had finally understood what was called an irresistible force, the demon sword in his hand had actually been smashed to pieces by this punch, and the collapsing space magic power and broken bones had flown out in all directions.
And that punch, carrying tyrannical flames, had heavily landed on his chest, directly blasting out a hole the size of a large bowl.
Zenon had flown out while rolling, and while his body was rapidly repairing, he had summoned a bone forest, wanting to block Drake's pursuit.
But when he had righted his body, he had seen Drake raising his head, inhaling air, and the figure of a roaring crimson phantom beast had seemed to appear behind him.
"Fire Dragon King's Roar!"
All that could be seen in his vision was scorching flames, and the bone forest had collapsed at the first touch, turning into ashes almost instantly, and in the end, he himself had also been swallowed inside.
His body had been destroyed by the flames, and his hands and feet had turned into charcoal before long.
Zenon had mobilized all of his power, wanting to repair it, but Drake had already crossed the sea of fire, arriving before him.
An arm with a gauntlet had pierced through his chest, and when it had been pulled out, there was already a still-beating black heart in his palm.
"Although you might not be willing, just be purified in the flames like this!"
Saying this, flames surged out from Drake's hand, burning that heart to ashes.
Zenon, who was burning with flames all over his body, had fallen backwards onto the ground, and as his heart had been burned, his body had also begun to disintegrate.
Zenon's vision had begun to blur, but the figure of a person in the firelight had become even clearer.
His close friend, who was no longer facing away from him, was extending his fist towards him, just like before.
Zenon had also subconsciously extended his fist, but he had discovered that his hand was now a devil's claw. Did this kind of hand really still have the right to bump fists with his close friend?
But what had surprised him was that his close friend had taken the initiative to extend his fist over, and in the instant that the two fists had bumped, he had seemed to have turned back to how he had been before, turning back to how he had been before he had become a devil-possessed person.
The corners of his mouth had curled up, and Zenon had caught up with his close friend, heading towards that light.
I went to read the manga again, and discovered that there were clearly a lot of things that hadn't been expressed in the plot of this battle between Zenon and Yuno.
It could be seen that Zenon and his friend were clearly a counterpart to Yuno and Asta, and the two pairs of people were ridiculously similar in many ways.
The feeling of Zenon and Yuno having made the wrong choice and then having walked down different paths had made it so that this battle actually had more things that could have been expressed, and I don't know why it hadn't been shown that much in the end.
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