After sacrificing his life to save a child, Satria awakens in a new world as Shidou Matsumi, an ordinary teenager. His life takes an unexpected turn when he becomes the administrator of a mysterious 'Dimensional Chat' group, connecting him with enig...
The protective boundary fields surrounding the city—meticulously crafted by the three great factions—had been ripped apart like paper.
What followed was inevitable.
The Chaos Brigade had launched a full-scale assault, their forces clashing violently with the troops of the Biblical Faction. This was no mere skirmish, no half-baked attack thrown together in desperation.
They had prepared. They had planned.
And now, they had come to destroy.
"Issei-san! Hold on for a second!" Asia's voice rang out as her Sacred Gear emitted a soft golden glow, its healing light mending the wounds of the battered Red Dragon Emperor.
"Idiot!" Ravel Phoenix sighed, crossing her arms. "Why are you doing something so reckless?"
"Man... There are so many of them. You okay, Issei?"
Sweat dripped from Saji Genshirou's forehead as he pulled Issei Hyoudou back to his feet.
"Heh... I'm fine." Issei grinned despite the pain, wiping blood from his lips. "And I regret nothing!"
Saji sighed. "Damn pervert... At least you're brave."
At the heart of the battlefield, Azazel narrowed his eyes, piecing together the enemy's strategy.
"Magicians... could it be... an ambush from Nilrem and the Old Devils Faction?" His gaze locked onto Katarea Leviathan, one of the faction's leaders.
She smirked. "Yes~ and not just Nilrem. Our army is vast. You should have known this day would come."
A sinister presence emerged from the shadows—a man in tattered, dark robes, his very being exuding madness. His attire was ragged and decayed, reflecting a mind twisted by darkness.
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His voice echoed through the battlefield like a death knell.
"Finally, this day has arrived! We will feast upon these puppets of God soon!" His laughter was laced with deranged ecstasy. "Ahhh… Jeanne… my poor Jeanne is gone. But fear not, for the humble Gilles de Rais has prepared a grand banquet of death! Eat your fill!"
From the abyss, grotesque monsters erupted, tearing through the battlefield. Some warriors held their ground, deflecting the beasts' relentless assaults, while others fell within moments, devoured before they could even scream.
Michael's eyes widened in shock.
"Gilles de Rais?! Impossible! He died centuries ago... and he looked nothing like this."
Emilia, witnessing the senseless carnage, clutched her chest. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Why must there be so much pain and suffering? Is there no other way?"
