"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 248: The Agony of Defeat...
The sky was a sickly, unnatural gray. The ground stretched out, barren and broken, every inch of the landscape reeking of ruin. In the distance, half-collapsed stone pillars jutted from cracked flagstones, framing the shattered shell of a temple—its design unmistakably ancient Greek.
"Where are we…?" Rias frowned, suspicion flickering across her face. "This doesn't look like the tournament space at all."
She lifted her wrist, weaving magic to contact the event staff. Nothing. No broadcast, no instructions, not even a whisper. The silence was absolute.
Draconis Yi's senses prickled. Something was off about the flow of magic here. He glanced over his shoulder. "Rias, someone's breached this space."
The whole group tensed, scanning the area behind the ruined temple.
Above them, magic circles shimmered into existence—one after another, each bearing unfamiliar sigils.
"Careful! Those aren't the Astaroth family's crest!" Akeno warned. "And none of these circles are linked, but—"
"They're all devils!" Rias cut in, her voice grim. "And if I'm right, those symbols belong to the Old Satan faction—the Khaos Brigade's original devil bloodlines!"
"Did terrorists hijack the tournament?" Xenovia's grip tightened on her sword.
Draconis Yi shook his head. "No. Our teleport coordinates were leaked. Someone redirected us here."
This wasn't the arena. They'd been sent somewhere else—someplace hostile.
Above, a horde of devils materialized, each one grotesque and animalistic, far removed from anything human. The Old Satan faction's beastly nature was on full display.
"Cursed Gremory pretender!" The lead devil snarled, eyes fixed on Rias. "You die here today!"
He lunged. Draconis Yi moved to intercept, but a flicker of danger caught his attention. Instinct took over—he spun to Asia's side, the Regalia Blade flashing into his hand. He slashed at empty air beside her.
A surge of green magic erupted, colliding with his blade in a burst of annihilating force. It wasn't the strongest attack he'd ever thrown, but it was enough to drag the hidden enemy into the open.
A black-haired young man hovered above, devil wings unfurled, face cold and twisted.
"Diodora!" Rias spat, voice icy. "So you're in league with the Khaos Brigade? You filthy traitor—defiling the tournament!"
Diodora sneered. "I'm only here for Asia. The rest of you can rot."
His eyes slid to Draconis Yi, venomous. "You worthless little devil. Interfered with me one too many times. Today, I'll swallow your soul whole."
Draconis Yi shielded Asia behind him. Xenovia and Koneko flanked them, ready.
"Draconis Yi, Ascalon," Xenovia called, hand outstretched. After her latest training, she could channel the power of two Holy Swords at once.
He summoned the dragon-slaying blade and tossed it to her. Draconis Yi rolled his shoulders, a lazy smile on his lips.
"You're looking for trouble. Don't blame anyone but yourself."
With a flash, the Regalia Blade blazed to life. Draconis Yi vanished, reappearing at Diodora's side in a heartbeat.
His sword swept out—no magical shockwave, just pure force. Wherever the blade passed, the very fabric of the space began to crack and crumble.
Diodora only laughed, raising a hand to conjure a shimmering barrier. It absorbed the blow, holding firm.
Huh. Draconis Yi arched an eyebrow. He hadn't gone all out—no Queen Promotion, no amplifiers—but even at base, he had Ultimate-class power. For Diodora to block him so easily…
Rias dispatched several beast-devils, her own magic flaring. She stared at Diodora, startled. "What's going on? His power—it's skyrocketed!"
Even Sairaorg would struggle to bring him down now. Diodora had never been this strong before.
Draconis Yi's lips curled. "So, that's your confidence? Power that isn't even yours?"
His senses honed in, dissecting the magic within Diodora. It was potent, but it didn't belong.
Diodora smirked. "This is the power of the snake—Ophis's gift. More than enough to wipe out trash like you."
"Hand Asia over, or I'll make you beg for death. Not that I planned to let you live, anyway…"
Draconis Yi snorted, eyes hardening to steel. "Underestimating me, huh?"
He gripped the Regalia Blade, surging with magic. Queen Promotion activated—instantly, he gained the speed of a Knight, the defense of a Rook, the magic of a Bishop. Eight Pawn pieces stacked beneath it, his aura spiked, filling the ruined temple with pressure.
Diodora's confidence faltered. Reality hit him hard. If not for Ophis's borrowed power, he wouldn't last a single exchange.
Magic boiled. Draconis Yi poured everything into the Regalia Blade, swinging down with crushing force.
Diodora's barrier shattered.
Draconis Yi followed up with a spinning kick, his heel cracking across Diodora's face. The devil flew, slamming into a fallen pillar.
"I'm sick of that hypocritical face," Draconis Yi muttered.
Diodora staggered, wild-eyed. "No… Impossible! I have all this power—how can I lose to a worthless devil like you? It's not possible!"
He lashed out, hurling magic in a frenzy. But Draconis Yi's passive shield—the Divine Lament—absorbed every attack without effort.
"Pathetic," Draconis Yi said, striding forward. He ignored the barrage, kicked Diodora skyward, then caught up and kicked him again, blood spraying. Back and forth, like a ragdoll, Diodora bounced through the air, helpless.
Finally, Draconis Yi spun, launching a vicious bicycle kick—his foot connecting squarely with Diodora's groin.
A sickening crack echoed through the ruins. Diodora's face froze, agony etched in every line.
The family jewels… crushed.
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