Chapter 302: Yubelluna's Unyielding Heart
"Momo, Tosca—protect yourselves. No matter what happens, stay safe."
Yubelluna's voice was steady, but her grip on her staff betrayed a flicker of tension.
"We know," Momo and Tosca replied, nodding with quiet resolve.
Yubelluna didn't waste words. With a sharp sweep of her staff, hundreds of magic bullets spun into existence, whistling toward Kuisha Abaddon and her team.
Kuisha's lips curled in a confident smirk. "Guess I'll have to get serious…"
Space rippled. Black holes blossomed in midair, swallowing every magic bullet before they could reach Kuisha's trio.
"So this is the fabled Abaddon ability…" Yubelluna muttered, face tight with concern.
The Abaddon clan's "Hole" magic—rumored to open gateways to unknown dimensions, devouring anything in their path. A nightmare to face.
Kuisha's voice dripped with mockery. "Surprised? This is only the beginning."
More holes opened, encircling Yubelluna's team. Suddenly, the very magic bullets they'd just lost came roaring back out—redirected, multiplied, and aimed straight at them.
"Not good!" Yubelluna gasped.
There was no time to dodge. The barrage crashed into them with thunderous force—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Flames erupted, shockwaves rippled, and the crowd outside the alternate space erupted in gasps and shouts. All eyes locked on the floating projection, waiting to see if Tenra's team had survived.
As the smoke cleared, the battlefield came back into focus. The stone tower where Yubelluna's trio had stood was shattered, but the three girls hovered in midair, protected by glowing spheres of magical barrier.
A tidal wave of cheers swept through the audience. But inside those barriers, Yubelluna, Momo, and Tosca were pale and shaken.
If Tosca hadn't activated her Sacred Gear—Blade Blacksmith—at the last possible moment, they'd have been finished.
Kuisha scowled, firing off spells with her Bishops, but none could break through Tosca's defense.
Tosca raised her hand, summoning a black butterfly to her fingertip—a Hell Butterfly.
It danced free of the barrier, multiplying with supernatural speed. One became a hundred, a hundred became ten thousand. In seconds, the alternate space was swarming with them.
"Go, little ones—attack!" Tosca commanded.
The Hell Butterflies surged forward, unleashing razor-sharp beams of destructive light.
Thousands upon thousands—enough to make even Kuisha's skin crawl. She frantically opened more holes, trying to shield her team.
Most beams were absorbed, but a handful slipped through the gaps, forcing Kuisha and her Bishops to raise defensive magic.
"DXD: Infinite Loot System"TING TING TING TING!
Even Yubelluna's team was hit by stray attacks, but Tosca's barriers held firm.
Sensing an opening, Yubelluna, Momo, and Tosca unleashed a fresh volley of spells. The battlefield exploded in chaos once more.
"Ah—!" Kuisha cried out as a Hell Butterfly's beam pierced her shoulder. The wound wasn't fatal, but the pain left her pale.
"Kuisha, that Sacred Gear user is a real problem. With her around, we can't win," grumbled Coriana, her elegant composure rattled by a recent hit.
"I know!" Kuisha snapped, frustration bleeding through her voice.
Her "Hole" magic should have sealed the victory, but Tosca's barrier was an impenetrable wall. The Queen clenched her teeth, eyes flicking to her other Bishop.
"Misteeta, how much longer?"
Misteeta, the beautiful boy, stood apart, eyes closed, surrounded by ominous rings of light.
"Ready!" he answered, excitement quivering in his voice.
"Seal that Sacred Gear—now!"
"Understood!"
With a flourish of his staff, the rings shot forward, bypassing every defense and locking onto Tosca.
"What is—"
"Ahh!"
Before Tosca could react, the rings contracted sharply. Her barrier shattered with a resounding crack, and she collapsed with a cry of pain.
Yubelluna and Momo caught her, glaring daggers at Kuisha's team.
"What did you do to Tosca?!"
Coriana's reply was shaky but firm. "Relax. She's fine. Misteeta's Sacred Gear—Coffin of Suppression—can seal other Sacred Gears. She just can't use her powers for now."
Misteeta looked drained, his face pale. Coffin of Suppression was powerful, but it came at a steep cost—his own stamina and spirit nearly spent.
Yubelluna's heart sank. Their intelligence hadn't mentioned Sairaorg's Bishops having Sacred Gears. Losing Tosca's barrier at this moment—there was no way to win.
Kuisha's smile turned icy. "You understand now, Bomb Queen? Without your Bishop's defense, you're finished."
She conjured a massive fireball and a raging hurricane, fusing them into a roaring firestorm.
The inferno swept through the air, incinerating the Hell Butterflies in seconds.
"Now, let's claim victory for our lord!"
"Right!"
Fireballs, water arrows, ice spears—spells rained down in a relentless barrage.
Yubelluna and Momo scrambled to defend, but their magic circles cracked under the onslaught.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"Ahhh—!"
Deafening explosions marked the end. The outcome was clear.
"Lord Tenra's Bishops—eliminated!"
Momo and Tosca, battered and unconscious, were teleported from the battlefield. Yubelluna, bleeding and spent, collapsed among the ruins.
Kuisha, Coriana, and Misteeta descended, Kuisha preparing a final spell to finish Yubelluna off.
It had cost them more than expected, but victory was theirs.
But then—
"Hah… hah…"
A cold smile flickered across Yubelluna's pale lips. "Careless. If I'm leaving, you're coming with me."
A massive magic circle ignited beneath her, engulfing herself and Kuisha's trio.
"Get away!" Kuisha shouted, but it was too late.
Light erupted. The explosion engulfed everything within a hundred meters.
BOOM!
"Ahhh!"
Spectators outside gasped. Even in defeat, the Bomb Queen had dragged her opponents down with her—a final act of reckless brilliance.
"Lord Tenra's Queen—eliminated!"
"Lord Sairaorg's Bishop—eliminated!"
"The winner of this match—Team Sairaorg!"
The host's voice rang out. Kuisha and Coriana stumbled from the wreckage, coughing and battered.
"Misteeta's out. Looks like we underestimated their resolve, Kuisha," Coriana said, forcing a wry smile.
Victory tasted hollow. Kuisha's fist slammed into the rubble. "Damn it! She got us good!"
—
Outside the alternate space—
"Yubelluna, I told you to do your best. I never asked you to risk your life," Tenra said quietly as he healed her wounds.
"Lord Tenra, I… I'm sorry…" Yubelluna's voice was barely a whisper, shame clouding her eyes.
She'd wanted to win for Tenra, to bring him victory. Losing like this was unbearable.
"You foolish woman. I need you at my side for a thousand years. Don't ever do something this reckless again."
"If you're not satisfied, then remember this humiliation—and get stronger. Stronger than ever."
"Yes, Lord Tenra…"
Warmth flooded her heart, tears glimmering in her eyes. She clung to her King—and finally fainted away.
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