Chapter 69

Saying his temporary farewells to his fellow followers Marco quickly found his own opponent, the scent of a female drawing him to his opponent. Of course, the pillars of purple flames she spread all across the battlefield without regard for enemy or ally helped as well.

"Gothic lolita huh? Gotta say, it doesn't fit you at all." Marco declared casually, a vein appearing on his opponent's forehead in an instant. Walburga, the leader of the stray mage group Hexennacht and the user of the Longinus Incinerate Anthem.

"Says the manwhore." She spat back, unhesitatingly sending a blast of purple flames his way. In the past they would have been nothing more than hot flames but now that he was a devil they contained a level of danger that couldn't be underestimated. 

That didn't stop him from doing so anyway though. Lazily swinging his spear through the air in a way reminiscent of a fish swinging through water the flames harmlessly dissipated upon contact, not even embers touching his flesh.

"It sucks that I've gotta hurt a girl even if it is a bitch like you. Why don't you just give up and make easy for the both of us?" Casually insulting her Marco rested his spear atop his shoulder, his signature smirk appearing beyond irritating.

Scoffing in anger she didn't bother responding further, instead raising her hands to the heavens as purple flames burst from the earth like geysers. Pillar after pillar penetrated the depths of the sky beneath them, each contributing to the cage that now separated them from the rest.

"A cage? Fits a sadistic lady like you. Just warning you though, I'm not into that." Gently tapping his spear on his shoulder Marco was beyond casual even as the heat turned his skin crimson and the flames attempted to lash his flesh.

"Fitting for a fish like you!" Shouting out loud she sent another blast of the holy flames at him only for him to block them with ease. Yawning loudly he brought a hand in front of his mouth, a small magic circle forming on his palm.

"Man, I haven't been called a fish in years!" Marco spoke excitedly, a smirk of pure amusement on his face. His current title was the Spear Saint but before that, it was Flying Fish because of how his spear looks in combat. Luckily it changed, girls didn't love the fish sobriquet.

Screeching in irritation she placed her hands together as the air between her palms began moving as though it were alive. Nothing was there yet the malicious presence emanating from her palms was not something she could make.

"Incinerate Antiphona Calvario!" Shouting loudly purple flames clumped together all around her as dozens of dragons materialized all around her. Most notable however was the eight headed dragon in the center towering above its companions.

"Guess it's not time to play." Clicking his tongue like a child Marco discarded the recording magic circle had created and brandished his spear for the first time since the battle had begun, his laid back atmosphere vanishing in an instant.

"Devour him!" Commanding her army of reborn dragons Walpurga cackled like a madwoman, purple fire falling from the sky like meteors as the dragons fell like missiles. Smirking in amusement as blue lightning danced around his spear Marco moved.

Swinging his spear horizontally through the air lightning shot through the air like a tsunami, instantly overwhelming the dragons and shattering the flaming meteors. Roaring in pain the last surviving dragon of the bunch increased its speed, its wounds vanishing as he went.

"Regeneration? Man, this is going to be a pain in the ass." Whining Marco still smirked confidently even in the face of an immortal army of dragons. He had already experienced that during the Evil Dragon War that their King waged. 

In that very war, their king had taught them how to deal with immortal foes. Option 1: Steal the source of their immortality. That wasn't possible since he'd have to get past them to deal with Walburga.

"Option 2: Pummel the shit out of them!" Shouting in pure excitement Madcao's spear blurred, the air itself burning as his spear cut through the air and lightning dug deep into the ground above them, each strike atomizing an enemy.

Unlike his King who could just rip the control right out of the opponent or any of his other peerage members who could defeat this enemy with ease, Marco was different. He didn't have fancy abilities or cool sacred gears. All he had was his spear.

Letting out a battle cry he swung his spear like a madman, his wide grin of pure excitement instilling fear into the hearts of even the flaming dragons. His current form was no different than the battle junkies that were the Asura and his every strike rivaled their own in power.

However, their battle was abruptly ended by the cage being destroyed as a dragon bigger than even the strongest dragon Marco was fighting crashed into the earth. With black and gold scales and an aura of pure maliciousness, the dragon was beyond powerful.

"Orochi? What a disgrace." Scoffing black and gold flames danced in the dragon's mouth for a single moment before the dragon that Marco was playing with alongside each and every other dragon was obliterated in an instant.

Cutting through the cloud of dust and ash that emerged from the attack Marco was greeted by the dragon's retreating figure and the sonic booms it left in its wake. Clicking his tongue and lowering his spear the lightning surrounding him vanished.

His prey had been stolen and he was far from happy about it. As the flames dissipated all around him after the death of their creator Marco was unsurprised by the sight that surrounded him. Whether it be scorched, frozen, or doused in acid there was not an inch of land untouched.

"At least Ordes got to have some fun." Marco whined like a child as he stood in the frozen wasteland, almost missing the sacred gear hovering in the air not too far away from him. As he laid eyes on it, a fun idea crossed his mind as he cackled like a villain at the mere idea.

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