"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 353: The Will of a God
Vision blurred, the three surviving Cao Caos huddled close, nerves taut as steel. The fog world pressed in from every side—gravity, arrows, overwhelming force. Every memory of the last battle twisted their faces with dread.
Tenra always did this—weaponizing his own allies' Sacred Gears against him. Now, he'd dragged Cao Cao into this mist with Georg's power. Deliberate. Calculated. That bastard was enjoying every second.
"CAO CAO!"
Thunder cracked overhead. The trio jerked their heads up. A monstrous face loomed in the sky, vast and unmistakable—Tenra Kamiyo, grinning down like a god.
"Try this on for size!"
A colossal palm materialized, descending with a speed that defied reason.
"Break through!"
Gold light flared. Two Cao Caos dodged, but one shot upward, spear blazing like dawn. The Holy Spear punched a hole through the giant palm—victory, for a heartbeat. Then—
BOOM.
The world shook. The rising Cao Cao was obliterated, erased so completely not even bones remained.
Tenra's laughter echoed, cruel and triumphant. "Two more, coming up!"
Twin palms formed overhead. The last two Cao Caos felt their hearts hammering. If those fell, there'd be nothing left to bury.
"Open!"
Desperation lent them strength. Spiritual power surged; their Holy Spears blazed, slicing through the fog. In a flash, they burst out into open air—free at last.
But freedom was fleeting.
"Not done yet!"
Tenra's voice chased them into the sky. The battered samurai giant raised its right fist, power surging—enhanced by Giant's Prank, enough to shatter mountains.
Death loomed. One Cao Cao leapt in front of the other, spear raised in a final act of defiance.
BOOM!
The fist struck, detonating in a flash. The defender vanished in a spray of blood; the survivor screamed, flung like a comet, crashing into the earth and carving a crater deep enough to swallow a house.
Gasping, battered, Cao Cao clawed his way upright, coughing blood. Two of Seiōbō's true copies were gone, and the last one was hanging by a thread.
Tenra didn't press the attack. Instead, he focused, channeling spiritual energy to repair the giant. The gaping wound in its abdomen sealed, the shattered arm regrew, the half-destroyed head restored in seconds.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The earth trembled as the giant strode to stand over Cao Cao.
"Ready for more?" Tenra's voice rumbled from above.
Cao Cao spat blood, defiant to the end. "You've backed me into a corner, Tenra Kamiyo. Now I'll unleash my strongest power—True Longinus, Polar Night!"
He leveled the Holy Spear, eyes burning with a resolve that bordered on insanity. This technique might kill him, but he'd risk everything for this fight.
Tenra smiled, unyielding. "Show me. I want to see the power legends are made of. Whatever you try, I'll beat you—and make sure you know you lost fair and square."
He could have stopped Cao Cao. He didn't. Pride demanded he face this challenge head-on.
Cao Cao was a worthy rival, but not the only one Tenra would face. Stronger enemies waited in the future. No matter how terrifying, he would never back down.
The battlefield held its breath. Roygun, Yubelluna, and the others watched in silent awe. Even Grayfia's icy gaze flickered with anticipation.
Cao Cao began the sacred chant:
"O spear, holy weapon that pierced the divine!
Draw forth the sovereign law sleeping within me;
Excavate the rift between blessing and destruction.
You, speak your will—become radiance!"
The Holy Spear trembled, radiating holy light. Spiritual energy erupted, flooding the air with power so immense it made Tenra's hands shake.
If he could claim this spear, he'd break through to the realm of the transcendent.
But first, he had to defeat the man called Cao Cao.
Tenra commanded the giant to raise its right fist. Black and white flames ignited—White Flame's Twin Hands and the cursed fire of Vritra, fused into one.
Both warriors reached their limits. Cao Cao lunged, Holy Spear thrusting. The samurai giant's fist crashed down.
"Tenra Kamiyo!"
"Cao Cao!"
Time slowed to a crawl. Spear and fist collided, power surging.
The Holy Spear's radiance burst forth, shredding the black-and-white flames. A golden torrent erupted from its tip, racing up the giant's arm, into the crystal cockpit, and straight at Tenra.
"Aaaaah!"
Agony ripped through him. Blood erupted in a thousand wounds as Tenra screamed—a sound of pure, soul-shredding pain.
True Longinus, the spear that killed Christ, carried the will of the Biblical God. Polar Night was its true awakening, manifesting that divine will.
Violent spiritual energy tore at Tenra's body; the sacred will assaulted his soul. If he failed to block this, he'd be erased—body and soul, gone forever.
His past life had been ordinary, stagnant, colorless. No darkness, no light—just the slow suffocation of a life unlived.
He refused to repeat that fate.
This time, he'd seize every thrill, stand at the world's summit, chase freedom and ambition. God or devil, no one would stop him.
He would not fall here.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
Tenra's spiritual world roared. The Sea of Faith surged, golden power rising to meet the divine will. The Codex of Divinitas et Diabolus glowed, frantically drawing faith from every golden thread stretching across the world...
"Lady Aisha, thank you for healing us."
"You're just like an angel, Lady Aisha."
"Lady Aisha..."
In the rear lines, Aisha worked tirelessly, healing the wounded. Sweat drenched her brow, but her patience never faltered. The devils she healed were awestruck—she was a miracle worker, kinder than any angel.
"Tenra-san..."
Suddenly, Aisha's face went pale. Someone noticed.
"Lady Aisha, are you alright?"
No time to explain. Aisha knelt, hands over her heart, radiating pure, holy light...
"Xenovia!"
On the front lines, Irina and Xenovia fought Siegfried, the Hero Faction's sword emperor. Irina pressed the attack with Excalibur, shouting to her partner.
"On it!"
Xenovia leapt, Durandal flashing. With a single stroke, she severed Siegfried's arm at the root.
He screamed, retreating and sealing his wound with magic.
Victory seemed close, but Xenovia suddenly stopped, dropped Durandal, and knelt, eyes closed.
"Lord Holy Master..."
"Xenovia, what are you doing?!"
"Wait—he's getting away!"
Elsewhere, in a room styled after the Warring States era, Susan distributed copies of the Codex of Divinitas et Diabolus to her classmates.
"Susan, you really believe in the Divine Lord?"
"He's so cool!"
"Let me see, let me see!"
Their curiosity made Susan smile. She'd chosen these girls to be fellow believers, to share the love and teachings of her Holy Master.
She started to speak, but something changed. Susan knelt, hands pressed to her chest, face shining with pure devotion.
"Lord Holy Master..."
"Whoa, Susan, are you praying?"
"Look—she's glowing!"
All across the world, similar scenes unfolded—believers kneeling, bodies radiant, faith surging through golden threads toward Tenra's desperate battle.
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