"Alright, naughty child," Cheon Ma said lightly, almost as if soothing a stubborn little kid. "Let's play together."
That answer became the trigger.
In an instant, the two clashed again.
The air exploded.
Not an ordinary explosion, but pure pressure slamming outward in all directions. Nearby buildings trembled, distant trees bowed as if struck by a sudden storm. The troops of the three races watching from a safe distance were forced to raise their arms, shielding themselves from the brutal gust born from a single collision.
And that was only the beginning.
Cheon Ma and Vali vanished from sight, then reappeared in the air, striking each other at speeds impossible for the eye to follow. Every meeting of fists and kicks left dark crimson streaks across the night sky—trails of colliding aura, qi, and dragon power tearing at space itself.
Vali let out a low groan.
That blow felt like it pierced through.
His Scale Mail armor—the manifestation of Divine Dividing's Balance Breaker—absorbed most of the impact, but not without cost. The vibration seeped into his body, battering bone and organ, sending his blood into turmoil.
Inside his consciousness, Albion's voice echoed faster and faster.
[Divide!]
[Divide!]
[Divide! Divide! Divide!]
Cheon Ma's power was continuously divided, forcibly lowered, cut again and again. Every time Vali took a hit, Albion worked tirelessly, gnawing away at the opponent's offensive power so his master would not be shattered instantly.
But—
It was too much.
Vali felt heat spread throughout his body. His white dragon armor creaked softly, a sign that the Balance Breaker system was being pushed beyond its safe limits. His breathing grew slightly ragged, not from fear—but from exhilaration mixed with pressure.
"Insane…" he muttered with a crooked smile. "You really make no sense."
On the other side, Cheon Ma frowned faintly behind his mask.
Every attack felt like punching water that kept diminishing, weakening, then being cut again. The sensation was irritating. Not because he was being pushed back—but because his rhythm was being disrupted.
"Annoying," Jun muttered coldly. "Constantly draining my strength like a leech."
He twisted his body in midair and struck Vali once more—this time with denser, more controlled qi. The sky trembled again, dark red lines and flashes of white dragon light colliding, marking that this battle had risen to a level that should not exist in the human world.
The strike pierced through.
Not only cracking the outer layer of the Scale Mail, but smashing directly into the body beneath it. Cracks of white light spread across Vali's dragon armor, and then—
"G—!!"
Vali spat out blood.
Deep red sprayed from his mouth, even staining the inside of his own armor. His body was flung backward, sliding through the air for dozens of meters before finally stopping, still barely hovering.
Cheon Ma did not pursue.
He stopped in midair, standing calmly as if the previous exchange had been nothing more than a warm-up. Giving distance. Giving time.
Vali gasped.
"Guhk… hah… hahahaha…!" His laughter burst out, rough yet filled with fervor. Blood dripped from the corner of his lips, but his eyes—behind the helmet—shone wildly. "Amazing… this reminds me of the days when I was building my own strength!"
Within him, Albion let out a low roar, then withdrew.
Vali focused, shedding excess load. The turbulent energy flow was forced out, internal pressure released. The Scale Mail stabilized, though the cracks had not fully vanished.
And he looked at Cheon Ma again.
"And that… wasn't your full power," Vali continued, his voice filled with certainty. "I can feel it."
Cheon Ma remained silent for a moment.
Then his voice sounded, calm—too calm.
"Actually," he said, "I never intended to stop the path you chose."
Several pairs of eyes widened.
"That's your choice," he continued. "Your way of life. Your way of growing stronger. I don't mind."
Vali grinned.
"But," Cheon Ma went on, and the air seemed to tighten, "what you are truly chasing is not the Sekiryuutei."
Vali froze for a split second.
"What you are chasing," Cheon Ma said softly but clearly, "is your grandfather."
That name fell like a verdict.
"Rizevim."
Silence.
Not ordinary silence, but a heavy one that made the air feel denser. Several figures on the battlefield reacted instantly—faces tensing, eyes widening, breaths caught.
That name was far too well known.
Especially to those who lived through the era of the great war. Or those who still remembered the scars of the civil war in the Underworld.
Mastermind. Instigator. Symbol of pure madness.
Rizevim Livan Lucifer.
"Y–you…!" Vali was stunned, his voice choking despite his face being hidden by the helmet. "How could you know that…?!"
Even Azazel and Sirzechs hardened their expressions.
"Yeah," Cheon Ma let out a light sigh, as if talking about something trivial. "In the end… he also became my target."
Vali froze for a second.
Then—
"SHUT UP!!"
His rage exploded.
White dragon aura and black demonic energy mixed together, surging wildly from Vali's body. The energy swirled violently, crushing the ground into cracks and making the air tremble like glass struck from within. This time, the pressure was truly different—no longer an outburst of battle lust, but pure, focused, and cruel intent.
He charged forward.
No laughter. No provocation.
Only the desire to bring down the opponent before him.
The collision happened again.
The night sky over Kuoh was split by streaks of dark red and blinding white light. Each clash created shockwaves that swept distant buildings, forcing the spectators—devil kings, archangels, and high-ranking devils—to instinctively erect barriers.
Cheon Ma still controlled the rhythm of the battle. His movements were precise, efficient, as if he were always half a step ahead. But this time, Vali fought with recklessness bordering on madness.
As sword blades and dragon fists locked together, the distance between them shrank drastically.
Vali smiled faintly.
In that fraction of a second, he forcibly twisted his shoulder, sacrificing his own balance for a single chance. His left fist veered at an impossible angle—a short, brutal, and unexpected punch.
TRAAASH!!
A violent shock resounded.
Cheon Ma's white mask cracked—then shattered into pieces, its fragments scattering and vanishing into the night wind.
Cheon Ma was thrown back several meters, landing lightly but reflexively covering his face with one hand.
Vali laughed, his breathing heavy yet satisfied.
"Now let's see your ugly face," he said coldly, full of triumph.
For a moment—just a moment—the battlefield fell silent.
Then Cheon Ma let out a small sigh, almost like a lazy complaint.
"Oh my," he said calmly. "I actually planned to reveal it myself. But who would've thought it'd turn out like this."
His hand lowered.
And that face was revealed.
Not the face of a monster. Not the face of a god.
But the face of a human.
Distinct East Asian features. Sharp yet calm eyes. Firm facial lines with a heroic impression, handsome without excess. Black hair slightly disheveled from battle, and eyes that were… far too deep for an ordinary human.
Reactions spread instantly like a wave.
For those who knew him—
"J… Jun?" Rias froze. Her eyes widened, her chest tightening. The face of the man she had known—the one who had sat casually, chatted lightly, and smiled calmly—now stood in the night sky as the center of a storm of incomprehensible power.
Issei stood rooted in place, mouth hanging open without a sound. "E–Eh…?"
For Sirzechs, Michael, and the other leaders, the shock came in a different form. Fragments of intelligence reports they had once read—about an ordinary human who had somehow grown close to the Gremory clan's heir—suddenly felt like a cruel joke.
An ordinary human?
The aura standing before them now did not match the word human in the slightest.
For those who did not know him—the feeling that arose was a mix of curiosity and pure wariness. Their instincts screamed that this figure existed outside the categories they had understood until now.
Vali narrowed his eyes, staring at Jun's face with a faint smile laden with meaning.
"So this is you," he murmured softly. "Interesting."
Jun returned the gaze without excessive emotion. His eyes were calm, yet carried resolve tempered by countless experiences.
"Now you know," he said flatly. "I really liked that mask—the way it suppressed my presence to almost zero was genuinely comfortable."
He let out a small breath.
"Haah… fine. If you want me to fight seriously—"
His gaze hardened.
"—then you'll get it."
Above his head, the air rippled.
"'Maw~'"
That light voice sounded utterly out of place within the oppressive atmosphere.
A blue slime appeared out of nowhere, floating lazily before settling atop Jun's head like a strange crown.
"Eh?" Azazel blinked. "A slime?"
Several pairs of eyes widened. Their first reaction was not fear—but confusion.
Jun raised his hand.
"Let's play fair," he said. "Balance Breaker."
In an instant—
Blinding light erupted from Jun and Maw simultaneously. The wave of energy forced everyone to shut their eyes. The air screamed, space trembled, and even Albion within Divine Dividing reacted violently.
When the light subsided—
Jun had changed.
Jet-black armor enveloped his body—not ordinary metal, but something that looked like a fusion of steel, scales, and solidified qi. Its surface was smooth yet intimidating, as if it absorbed the surrounding light.
Along the armor, glowing crimson lines crawled like living wounds—pulsing faintly, in rhythm with Jun's heartbeat. Each pulse released existential pressure that made skin crawl.
The helmet formed the visage of a feral being—not a dragon, not a demon—something more ancient. Glowing red eyes stared coldly at Vali, devoid of excessive rage. Only certainty.
The aura this time was different.
Not merely powerful.
But heavy.
Like a calamity waiting for permission to fall.
Vali fell silent. For the first time since the battle began, his smile faded slightly—replaced by a deeper, more serious spark of excitement.
Jun lifted his head a little.
"I haven't named this form yet," he said calmly, his voice echoing through the helmet. "So let's just call it—"
He clenched his fist.
"『Black Calamity God Armor – Chi You』."
The name struck the battlefield like a hammer.
Some ancient entities—those who had lived in the age of myth—felt a strange tremor in their souls. A name that should not have been unfamiliar. A concept of destruction that should have been buried in Eastern legend.
Azazel swallowed.
"…Seriously," he muttered. "Where did this human come from?"
Vali grinned widely.
"Good," he said as white dragon aura and black demonic energy exploded once more. "Now this is a fight."
Two existences stood facing each other in the skies over Kuoh.
And everyone present knew—
Whatever the outcome, tonight would be recorded as a turning point in the history of the supernatural world.
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