"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 341: The Fourth Longinus
"ROAR!!!"
A monstrous beast lunged at Tenra, jaws gaping. He vaulted skyward, dodging the attack with ease, then unleashed Giant's Mischief—his fist crashing into the creature with bone-shattering force.
The beast wailed, dissolving into mist. Before Tenra could catch his breath, a barrage of magical projectiles tore through the air, detonating against his body in a thunderous volley.
"Sacred Gear Plunderer, huh? You really can handle anything thrown your way," Georg's voice echoed from the swirling fog, half awe, half resentment. "Tenra Kamiyo, you're basically our worst nightmare."
Tenra stood untouched, shielded by Blade Blacksmith's Reality Marble. He smirked, voice low and certain. "Maybe it's fate. I was given a Sacred Gear that steals others' powers. So losing yours to me… that's destiny, too."
Georg scoffed, defiant. "Your ability is terrifying, I'll admit. But in this mist, I'm untouchable. You can't see me, can't catch me—and you'll never get the chance to take my Sacred Gear!"
Tenra nodded, conceding the point. "True. Here, I'm stuck playing defense while you play god. But even gods have weaknesses."
A flicker of confidence crossed Tenra's face. He summoned the power of Divine Dividing—blue wings of light unfurled behind him, ethereal and cold.
"Albion, drain his strength. Can you do it?"
Albion's voice rang out, calm and sure. "The mist here is saturated with spiritual energy. It's nothing I can't handle."
"Divide! Divide!! Divide!!!"
Light erupted. Tenra activated the White Dragon Emperor's signature ability. Instantly, the spiritual energy within the fog began pouring into him, the dense mist thinning and clearing as its power was siphoned away.
"See, Georg? I told you I'd find a way."
Georg materialized nearby, pale and half-kneeling, drained of strength. Tenra's smile was razor-sharp.
"Damn it… Divine Dividing!" Georg spat, regret thick in his voice. He'd let his guard down—and now paid the price.
But regret wouldn't save him.
Tenra advanced, step by relentless step. Georg, desperate, hurled spell after spell, but Tenra's Reality Marble shrugged off every attack.
"Damn it!" Georg cursed, panic rising. He tried to flee.
"Pointless," Tenra said, voice icy. He activated Night Shield—the shadows at his feet twisted and shot out, merging with Georg's, locking him in place.
"Tenra Kamiyo!" Georg struggled, but with most of his power drained, he couldn't break free. The fog world became his prison.
Tenra's lips curled. "Georg, I'll be taking your Sacred Gear now."
He plunged his hand into Georg's chest. The process was agony—Georg screamed as his Sacred Gear was ripped away. The misty world began to collapse, light blinding, and in an instant, both were ejected back into the pocket dimension.
Tenra stared at the gray jewel in his palm—Dimension Lost. His heart pounded with excitement.
Boosted Gear. Divine Dividing. Annihilation Maker. And now, the fourth Longinus.
Without hesitation, Tenra fused Dimension Lost into his body. Power surged through him, wild and intoxicating. The stronger the Sacred Gear, the greater the feedback—and this was one of the strongest.
He threw back his head and roared, the sound echoing like thunder.
A storm of energy exploded outward. The wind howled. Rias and the girls, locked in battle with the Reapers, froze mid-attack. Fog erupted around Tenra, swallowing hundreds of nearby Reapers. They vanished—erased from existence.
Dimension Lost. One of the four supreme Longinus. It granted mastery over mist—not ordinary vapor, but spatial fog, capable of sealing away anything caught within its reach.
Those Reapers? Tenra sent them into the mist's world—and crushed them, utterly.
The phenomenon lasted only moments. The fog retracted, leaving Tenra standing, his new power pulsing inside him. He nearly laughed out loud.
Just one more. Just one more Longinus, and he'd break into the Transcendent-class.
"Tenra!"
"Tenra-sama!"
The commotion was impossible to ignore—hundreds of enemies gone in the blink of an eye. Rias and the girls rushed to his side. Heracles, battered but alive, dragged the weakened Georg to his feet.
"Heh, Georg—looks like you lost your Sacred Gear too." Heracles grinned, blood streaking his face. For once, he felt vindicated. Last time, Tenra had stolen his and Leonardo's Gears; they'd been the butt of every joke. Now that Georg had joined their ranks, balance was restored.
"Let's get out of here," Georg muttered, voice thick with pain. Losing his Sacred Gear hurt, but now wasn't the time for pride.
"Sticking around would be suicide. Time to bail." Heracles wasn't about to repeat his last mistake. He opened a teleportation circle, hauling Georg through.
With the Hero Faction gone, only the Grim Reapers remained.
Tenra turned, eyes cold. "What about you? Still want to fight?"
Rias and the girls flanked him, their gazes steely. The Reapers had suffered catastrophic losses—Tenra's new power had wiped out hundreds, and Rias's team had slain many more.
Pluto's killing intent radiated like a blade, but reason won out. "Retreat!" he barked.
One by one, the Reapers melted into the ground, vanishing. Soon, only Tenra and his allies remained.
"We won!" The girls erupted in cheers, relief and triumph mingling in their voices.
Rias, ever practical, frowned. "Tenra, how do we get out?"
The enemy had fled easily, but escaping this dimension would be another matter.
Tenra smiled. "Don't worry. Georg brought us here with his Sacred Gear. Now that Dimension Lost is mine, leaving is child's play."
He activated his new ability. Mist rose, enveloping the group. In a blink, Tenra and the girls vanished into the fog—heading home.
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