Luke picked up onikiri and immediately faced fierce resistance.
Luke used his demonic sword to fend off the Demonic Aura, then shoved onikiri and asuramaru into Yuichiro's hands, one in each. Yuichiro couldn't resist at all. The moment the two cursed gear weapons touched his hands, Yuichiro fell into a daze, motionless.
"Luke!"
Hearing that familiar voice, Luke felt his exhaustion vanish instantly. He turned around and smiled at Krul, who had just finished dealing with the Imperial Demon Army.
Krul walked up to Luke, frowned as she looked at his gruesome wounds, which were healing extremely slowly.
"Heh, so this is what you call 'letting me not worry'? Why didn't you just stick your neck out and let him chop it off?"
Luke scratched his head awkwardly.
"It's not that I underestimated him... Huh?"
Krul proactively held out her wrist, bringing it to Luke's mouth, and said seriously.
"What are you staring for? Drink some blood to recover!"
Luke looked at the Krul before him who was concerned about him, his gaze softening.
"It's alright, Krul, I..."
Luke had been thinking he still had HP candies, which were much faster than drinking blood, but Krul was growing impatient.
"Enough with the nonsense. You're mine, so you listen to me!"
Then, Krul bit her lip, grabbed Luke by the collar, yanked him close, and kissed him directly!
Luke:!!!
...Yuichiro's consciousness space.
Before asuramaru sat a human-sized oni holding a sword. A spectral oni hand floated beside it, gripping a larger version of the sword.
"So, I'm not doing it! It was hard enough waiting for a sword master to come along, then having to cohabitate with a Seraph. I was finally about to get this idiot's body, but then that white-haired poser outside messed it all up. Now, for no reason, you want me to help you fight the Seraph? I'd have to be bored out of my mind to listen to you!"
asuramaru crouched on the sword, persuading patiently.
"Don't say that. Your situation is quite rare. Your days waiting inside the sword were much harder than mine. You also don't want to be used by just anyone, right? For the time being, Yu is the most suitable for you."
onikiri fell silent. That was true. When he was inexplicably sealed into the sword, there was already an oni inside. It turned out someone had sacrificed oni, hoping to forge the strongest weapon. The cursed power kept accumulating, but only one oni could exist inside the sword. To survive, or rather, to pass the time, onikiri could only keep killing any new oni that appeared. Strangely, even though the weapon hadn't become the strongest, no new oni ever entered again.
Having absorbed the cursed power of dozens of oni, onikiri could only endure loneliness in the pitch-black world inside the sword. It was pure torture!
"What's in it for me if I help you?"
asuramaru said with a smile.
"Ara, so greedy. Isn't not having to experience loneliness again benefit enough?"
onikiri scoffed at that.
"That's just removing a drawback."
asuramaru felt onikiri's logic was sound and couldn't refute it, so he resorted to stalling.
"Then you'll have to ask Yu yourself after he wakes up."
onikiri looked at Yuichiro at the center of the consciousness space, held in the arms of an angelic phantom. After weighing his options, he decided to agree.
onikiri stood up, ran his hand along the blade. The spectral oni hand beside him mimicked the movement of onikiri's sword-holding hand perfectly.
"So, what do we do?"
"Just make him let go of Yu."
asuramaru lightly tapped the sword hilt with his toe, floated into the air as the sword beneath him shot up from the ground and landed in his hand. Then, three phantom sword images materialized behind asuramaru.
onikiri praised.
"Oh? Not bad at all. But, I'm still stronger!"
With that, onikiri walked slowly towards the Seraph's phantom.
The Seraph also sensed onikiri's approach. Its wings spread, unleashing a barrage of feathers. But onikiri merely swung his sword once, sending out a blade aura that intercepted the feathers. asuramaru joined in, sending the three phantom sword images flying towards the Seraph, but they began turning to salt before even touching the angel.
asuramaru was shocked.
"His Authority is already usable! If this continues, he'll truly descend using Yu's body! Then we really won't be able to stop him!"
onikiri's face, however, showed even greater fighting spirit.
"You should've said that earlier! What I love most are enemies that get stronger the more you fight!"
...Outside, Yuichiro remained motionless. It seemed the Seraph's will was indeed being restrained by the two oni.
But the ground around Yuichiro, as the center point, began slowly turning to salt.
By now, Luke had recovered from his injuries and went with Krul to the more chaotic battlefield.
"Can humans really turn into such terrifying monsters?"
Crowley dodged Kureno's flaming slash and asked Ferid.
Ferid maintained a smile on his face, but inside, he was in turmoil over the fact that Kureno could also Seraphize!
"This must be the human expertise in human experimentation."
Kureno's form was quite similar to Yuichiro's, except Kureno had fiery wings ablaze with flames.
But once a Seraph fully descends, their wings all transform into the feathers representing purity and salvation.
Krul and Fon occasionally relieved some pressure for Crowley and Ferid.
It seemed Kureno's Seraphization was quite advanced, as it took four Progenitors to stalemate him! Fortunately, Kureno's Seraphization showed no signs of intensifying; instead, he was growing weaker, likely due to taking a Special Drug.
When Luke and Krul arrived, Mika and Lacus, the Vampires who couldn't help on the sidelines, noticed them.
"Luke, is Yu okay?"
Mika asked urgently.
Luke winked at Mika.
"Don't worry. If nothing goes wrong, he should return to normal soon."
Mika let out a sigh of relief, his anxious heart finally settling. Then he looked at the battle between Kureno, Ferid, and the others.
"Is this guy also one of that Kureno's experimental victims?"
Luke's mouth twitched as he said uncertainly.
"Hmm... Strictly speaking, probably, yes?"
Luke glanced at Krul inadvertently and then froze.
Krul's face was currently a flurry of expressions: one moment raising an eyebrow, the next curling her lip.
"Krul, are you trying to mimic my wink from earlier?"
Luke winked at Krul and asked uncertainly.
Seeing Luke's wink, Krul felt inexplicably electrified, her heartbeat quickening.
Luke used his hands to lift the corners of Krul's mouth into a smile and said with a laugh.
"Smile more. When your facial muscles are more flexible, you'll naturally get it. You look really good."
Krul disdainfully swatted away Luke's hands and then ignored him.
"René, I drank so much blood today! I'm so full! I'm about to burst!"
Lacus leaned on René's shoulder, chatting normally with him.
But Luke felt there was something odd about Lacus saying this right now. There was a hidden meaning in his words!
I'll settle the score with you when we get back!
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