Chapter 407: After Transmigrating, What to Do When Met with a Vicious Angel Right off the Bat?
Deathly ash filled the air.
Like a purgatory emerging from a sea of blood.
Day and night were indistinguishable.
The sky overhead was a turbid, filthy hue dominated by crimson, like an overturned inkstone.
It seemed like chaos, yet possessed its own distinct colors.
"...What is this place?"
"Could this be... Shambhala?"
Miyuki and Mayumi asked and answered each other, their voices filled with confusion and disbelief toward the unfamiliar surroundings.
The scene before them was far too horrifying.
This was no utopia, let alone a highly advanced technological city.
If anything, it resembled... hell.
"This shouldn't be Shambhala. It's probably another world."
Mahiro silently gazed up at the sky, while Alpha, maintaining her composure, answered on his behalf. She reached out and gently caught a snowflake falling from above.
But the color of the snowflake was strange—a dark gray.
It resembled the ashes of some creature, like volcanic debris.
Curious, Miyuki and Mayumi also reached out to catch a flake.
The moment it touched their palms, the black snow melted.
"Ouch!"
Almost perfectly synchronized, Miyuki and Mayumi jerked their hands back. Looking down, they saw a charred mark left on their palms, accompanied by a lingering, intense burning pain.
However, thanks to their genetic adaptability, the minor wounds on their palms were healing at a visible rate, revealing fresh, fair skin.
"Damn it... to think we'd be transported to this world... Are they trying to kill me?"
"Mahiro-nii."
"Mahiro-kun?"
Hearing Mahiro's muttering, Miyuki and Mayumi instinctively wanted to ask him what they should do next.
But when they turned, they saw Mahiro still staring blankly at the sky, reaching out just like them to catch the falling snowflakes.
Unlike them, however, Mahiro showed no intention of pulling back. He allowed the black snow to fall on his palms and arms, enduring the burning and erosion.
The sizzling sounds it made were enough to set one's teeth on edge.
Miyuki and Mayumi felt their hearts ache, especially Miyuki, whose heart clenched painfully.
Just as the two were about to step forward to stop him, Mahiro anticipated their intentions and halted them.
"No need, I'm fine."
"Linked Barrier Array!"
The signature technique of the Juumonji family now served as an umbrella to block the "falling snow."
He continued to gaze intently at the sky overhead, tainted with filthy colors, as if his vision pierced through the layers of clouds to observe something.
Indeed, that was exactly what he was doing.
He was trying to locate that legendary Phantasma, the colossal beast resembling a floating city—Avant Heim.
As for this world, among the five present, only he understood it best.
This was Disboard from six thousand years ago, the world of No Game No Life.
If this were Disboard six thousand years later, he would have been one hundred percent confident in taking the girls on a vacation-like trip.
But this was the Great War from six thousand years ago!
Even he himself had a low chance of survival, all because this world had an utterly monstrous existence—
The God of War, Artosh.
Who the hell knew what sin the Mahouka world had committed to have a portal leading here, and it was a one-way gate at that!
And his ring's recharge wasn't complete yet—he couldn't even go back if he wanted to!
Seeing Mahiro's expression so grave, Miyuki and Mayumi didn't dare disturb him, only biting their lower lips tightly, their delicate hands already clenched into fists.
Their hearts ached for Mahiro.
For an unknown world, they naturally held immense curiosity and even excitement.
But now, having seen it with their own eyes…
They changed their minds.
They never expected that Mahiro-nii/Mahiro-senpai had to set foot in such dangerous and terrifying worlds every time. It pained them deeply.
They had also heard Kisara, Seitenshi, and Shiba Miori talk about their worlds before, but at the time, they hadn't paid much attention, completely unaware.
But now, looking back, they felt deeply guilty, wishing they could go back and harshly reprimand their past selves.
How could they have been so thoughtless?
Even hoping that Mahiro would bring them along…
What could pampered young ladies like them do besides causing trouble, holding him back, and becoming a burden to Mahiro?
"You two… what's wrong?"
Mahiro's thoughts returned to the present, only to see Miyuki and Mayumi both looking pained and guilty, almost on the verge of tears.
Unable to help himself, he stepped forward and gently stroked their cheeks, smiling as he said:
"Don't be afraid, rest assured. I'm here for everything. No matter what, I'll send you back to your original world."
"Mahiro-nii…"
"Mahiro-senpai…"
Miyuki and Mayumi spoke simultaneously, both wanting to say it wasn't that, but before they could get the words out, Nu, who had been observing the surroundings and testing the soil nearby, spoke up:
"Mahiro-sama, there's nothing unusual about the soil here, but the snow falling from the sky seems to contain some kind of radioactive and corrosive unknown substance that causes irreversible and severe harm to the human body…"
"Mm, I know. I already have a pretty good idea of where we've ended up."
Mahiro lowered his head to look at his palm, which hadn't fully recovered yet and still bore blackened marks from the corrosion, inwardly clicking his tongue.
This spiritual residue was truly formidable. If the corrosion went a bit deeper, recovery would slow down.
And even the Tyrant's evolutionary genes—time itself—couldn't evolve a corresponding adaptive antibody.
Truly terrifying!
"What do you need me to do next?"
Alpha also saw his corroded, recovering palm, frowning slightly, but she calmed her emotions, reached out to cover his injured hand, and whispered softly by his ear:
"Leave the minor tasks ahead to me. You mustn't get hurt. You are the hope among us."
She too had realized the danger of this world.
It was completely incomparable to before. Even if the Twelve Demon Kings came, they likely wouldn't gain the slightest advantage.
"That won't be necessary."
Mahiro suddenly spoke up. Alpha frowned, about to say something, but then she heard Mahiro continue:
"A visitor has arrived."
As soon as the words were spoken, a voice sounded from behind.
"Oh my~ I've discovered some interesting monkeys. Are you all out for a group stroll? ...And this defensive Spell Formula is quite intriguing as well. It can actually withstand the erosion of spiritual remnants."
Such a casual, almost conversational remark, spoken by an unfamiliar voice, sent shivers down their spines as soon as they heard it, a bone-chilling cold creeping up their backs.
Especially Alpha, who turned around as if struck by lightning, her eyes widening in shock!
"When did you get here?!"
She saw an angelic girl floating in mid-air, tapping on the barrier above their heads as if testing a watermelon, making loud thumping sounds.
After tapping, she even wore a thoughtful expression.
Despite her overwhelming presence, Alpha hadn't sensed her arrival at all!
Not only that, but the girl's appearance was utterly breathtaking.
Her delicate features seemed meticulously crafted by a master artisan, with a radiant and elegant face that exuded beauty and grace.
Her long hair flowed like countless silk threads, cascading past her knees in shades of purple and pink. Even without sunlight, it shimmered with a prismatic, rainbow-like glow, as if from a dream.
Above her head, a geometric halo slowly rotated.
Her attire was revealing, with much of her fair, smooth skin exposed. Her bare midriff looked particularly alluring, accentuating her devilishly seductive figure.
A short top covered her chest, while a long, slit skirt accentuated her slender, jade-like legs. Only her right leg and right hand were clad in thigh-high socks and long gloves, creating an asymmetrical beauty.
Wings extending from her waist emitted a faint glow, and her purple irises, encircled by golden rings, seemed like something out of a myth.
"...Is this an angel?"
Miyuki's tone carried gravity and confusion. In this suddenly appearing angelic girl, she sensed no hint of salvation or goodwill.
Instead, it was filled with terrifying killing intent!
Even Mayumi felt such overwhelming pressure for the first time.
In the presence of this angel, even moving a finger felt like an impossible luxury, as if facing a natural predator, inherently and utterly suppressed!
"This one is no angel..."
Mahiro muttered softly.
He knew exactly who this was—the "Hound" of the sixth sequence, created by the God of War.
A Flügel.
And among the Flügel, with such a face and speaking in such a tone, only one came to mind.
"Jibril?" he tentatively called out.
"Oh my, a mere monkey actually knows me?"
Jibril stopped her tapping, looking down at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
But then, as if remembering something, she curled her lips into a smile.
The angel crowned with the name of slaughter gently clenched her palm, and an immense force gathered in her hand, forming a dark, ominous scythe.
"Since you know me, stand still and behave. Don't worry, I just want to test the hardness of this turtle shell. Resist as much as you can, and please don't die~ Otherwise, I'd be very disappointed."
An angel, yet wielding the scythe of death... What an oddly fitting combination for a Flügel.
The scythe in Jibril's hand slowly rose, bringing with it a suffocating pressure that made it hard to breathe!
Miyuki and Mayumi had already instinctively activated their CADs, channeling Psion Force into their Spell Formulas.
But the speed of their Magic activation was completely outpaced by the speed at which Jibril swung down her scythe!
At the moment the scythe fell, Mahiro canceled his Multi-Layered Barrier.
He knew all too well that a spell of that level couldn't withstand a single strike from Jibril—unless he deployed a defensive spell capable of withstanding nuclear-level attacks or higher.
So, he turned to Miyuki and Mayumi, grabbing them both with lightning speed and tossing them directly into the ring's dimensional space.
Then, alongside Alpha and Nu, he simultaneously evaded, narrowly dodging Jibril's scythe strike.
Boom!
A deafening roar.
In an instant.
The earth was torn apart, leaving behind a bottomless chasm.
"As expected, monkeys like you just don't understand human language, do you?"
Jibril wore an expression that said, "I'm really troubled," but with a casual wave of her hand, she materialized another scythe brimming with terrifying power.
"Let me make you listen properly!"
Nu, who had been evading the attack just moments before, suddenly appeared behind Jibril. Her secretary outfit had transformed into a sleek, black slime combat suit. Leaping high into the air, she aimed a kick straight at Jibril's neck.
The sharp tip of her shoe sliced through the air, producing a series of fierce whistling sounds.
"A mere monkey, daring to resist? How amusing."
Instead of showing any anger at the sneak attack, Jibril's lips curled into a grin stretching ear to ear, as if performing an exaggerated facial expression.
A cross-shaped pattern emerged in her golden-purple pupils, accompanied by a flicker of fighting spirit!
Anyone familiar with Jibril would know—she was about to get slightly serious, a reward for those daring to defy her.
So, at the moment Nu's sharp heel was about to touch her neck, Jibril flashed away, swinging her scythe backward in one fluid motion.
Swish—
The dark scythe sliced through the air, sending ripples through space itself.
But.
Her attack had missed!
The monkey that had just attacked her had vanished!
Only a man and a woman remained on the ground. Among them, the relatively pretty female monkey held a silver-white longsword in her hand, while the Magical Power within her surged, fully concentrated onto the Holy Sword.
"Rest in peace."
"Sorry, but I can't rest just yet."
Jibril appeared behind Alpha as if teleporting.
Alpha seemed to have anticipated this, abruptly swinging the Holy Sword backward, but what awaited her was an incoming whip kick.
Thud!
A kick powerful enough to shake mountains not only instantly shattered the Magical Power she had gathered but also struck Alpha squarely in the abdomen.
Even with her formidable physical resilience, the force of that kick made Alpha feel as if her internal organs had shifted slightly, sending her flying backward like a cannonball.
Terrifying!
Absolute power!
A force so overwhelming it left no room for resistance, only despair!
This was the only thought in Alpha's mind at this moment; it was the first time she had encountered such a terrifying enemy.
She had never felt such pressure even from the Demon King Diablos...
Just as she felt she was about to die, she suddenly sensed herself falling into a warm and familiar embrace.
She looked up and saw that familiar, handsome face. For a moment, her vision blurred as a layer of mist clouded her eyes.
Not only had she failed to help, but she now needed Mahiro's rescue...
"Don't speak. Go and rest first. I'll handle things here."
Mahiro casually cast "Regeneration" on Alpha and, the moment she recovered, sent her into the ring.
With that, all the women who had arrived with him were now neatly accounted for.
It was time to act.
"Ara, a different spatial transfer spell formula? It seems there's even magic involving time?"
The girl's tone was indifferent, as if she were stating something utterly ordinary. However, her gaze toward Mahiro held a hint of amusement, interest, and curiosity.
"You're quite interesting, monkey."
"Being able to use some clever little tricks with magic already makes you an exceptional outlier among the many monkeys. And your magic even involves space and time..."
"Though it's quite weak, considering you can resist Spirit Blood, you barely qualify as an SR-level monkey?"
Space and time were not particularly rare in this world.
At the very least, the Dragonia were such beings.
As for spatial transfer, the Ex-Machina could use it, and she could use it too—even more exquisitely.
But...
"As a monkey, you are still worthy of being collected by me."
"So, Mr. Monkey, could you kindly hand over your head?"
Jibril, with the most adorable face and the most innocent tone, uttered the most terrifying words.
"Sure," Mahiro replied, tilting his head with a smile. "If you can do it, then come and take it yourself."
"Ara ara, what an arrogant Mr. Monkey you are."
A demonic smile spread across Jibril's face.
The moment her words fell, she vanished from her spot, reappearing right in front of Mahiro. The gust of wind stirred by her flapping wings tousled their hair.
The distance between them was so close that Mahiro could clearly feel Jibril's excited, panting breath.
They could see their own reflections in each other's pupils.
Mahiro even clearly saw the confident smile on Jibril's face—one that seemed to mock even the gods:
"Then please die, Mr. Monkey."
Swish.
The scythe swung down instantly.
The earth was split in two, and the ground where Mahiro had stood vanished completely.
Yet, similarly, it did not hit Mahiro.
"Copy Eyes" activated!
"Cold and ruthless Queen of Steel, Holy Sword that slays demons and evil spirits—"
"—Transform here into a weapon of steel and aid me in slaughtering all enemies!"
[As you wish, Master.]
With the combined power of both, Mahiro also stirred the divine energy he had copied within his body and the surging strength brought by the Spirit Blood.
He immediately swung the Demon King Killing Sacred Sword toward Jibril's back.
Clang—
The blade clashed with the spinning scythe, the sparks illuminating each other's faces.
"You truly keep surprising little Jibril, Mr. Monkey. I never expected you to have so many surprises up your sleeve."
Clang, clang, clang!
Their weapons crossed, colliding at high speed in mid-air. The shockwaves alone were enough to tear the earth apart and shatter mountains!
Jibril felt joy!
Heartfelt joy!
To think a mere monkey could match her in strength.
And those eyes she had never seen before!
How she wanted to dig them out and preserve them carefully...
Decided. After taking this monkey's head, the first thing she would do was dig out its eyes and collect them!
Just as their weapons clashed several more times and Jibril was still lost in her fantasies, Mahiro's voice rang out again.
"If you're feeling surprised, then accept another gift from me!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Jibril suddenly felt a warm sensation on her lower abdomen.
Looking down, she saw that his hand was pressed against her stomach, while a massive amount of Magical Power was gathering, shimmering with a deep blue electric light!
"Goodbye~"
"Charged Particle Cannon, activate!"