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[250] Woman?

As the evening slowly approached, everyone in August's home gathered there.

Rias and her peerage, Sona and her peerage, along with August's companions, and finally, an outsider named Ravel.

Boom!

In the dusk of the evening, as night fell, a boiling surge of magical energy erupted in a corner of Kuoh.

August, who was sitting on the sofa resting his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes. It was time.

The moment August stood up, both Rias and Sona also rose to their feet. August's movement signified that it was time to act. If not for August, they would have left long ago.

"Yolda."

"Yes, my lord."

Hum!

Under Yolda's control, a spatial rift tore open.

This scene surprised everyone; it wasn't teleportation magic but space traversal. Truly worthy of a demon, it was incredibly powerful.

August was the first to step in, followed closely by Hilda, and then the others.

After the last person entered, Yolda followed suit.

On the outskirts of Kuoh, in what could be considered a flat area, a magical formation flickered. Five differently-shaped swords hovered above it, resembling a ritual of sorts.

On one side stood a stout fellow, surrounded by several people, while on the other side was a silver-haired man.

In mid-air, a reckless-looking Fallen Angel sat on a high platform, looking down at everything.

Hum!

Suddenly, a spatial rift tore open, and a group of people walked out.

Kokabiel was startled, but when he saw Rias and Sona among the group, he smiled.

"Gremory and Sitri's little girls, I didn't go looking for you, but you've come to me. That's great."

Looking down at the crowd below, Kokabiel spoke as if he had already won.

August initially ignored Kokabiel and looked at the two people lying on the ground not far away, the Holy Sword wielder duo from the Church, Xenovia and Irina.

Their attempt to retrieve the Holy Swords from Kokabiel was simply wishful thinking.

The current situation was the reality; their power was simply too weak compared to Kokabiel.

The Holy Swords only restrained devils; they had no effect on Fallen Angels.

"I don't like people talking down to me."

August spoke casually, but his voice reached everyone's ears.

"Oh? You don't like it? How interesting. But what can you do about it? This world is very realistic and cruel. It's survival of the fittest. Without strength, you are nothing."

"You're right. This world is indeed survival of the fittest. That's why, the strong are everything."

Boom!

In an instant, a terrifying Conqueror Haki, coupled with the killing intent of the Eight Thousand Sword Styles, surged like a tsunami, engulfing the entire area. Except for August's side, everyone else was shrouded within it.

And Kokabiel, who August paid special attention to, widened his eyes in disbelief, facing the aura of a Satan-Class powerhouse.

"This aura... Satan? How is that possible? How could this remote place produce a Satan?"

Kokabiel couldn't believe it. At this moment, Kokabiel, who was previously sitting pretty, couldn't maintain his composure.

Facing a group of kids, he naturally held the upper hand. However, against a Satan-Class being, he could only be cautious because one wrong move could lead to his demise.

Such was the cruelty of reality. Having experienced countless wars and battles, Kokabiel knew very well that there was a vast difference between Satan-Class and below.

"What's the matter, afraid now? Is this the Fallen Angel cadre who survived the Great War? Nothing special."

"You brat, don't think too highly of yourself. Even if you're Satan, I've seen countless beings like you before."

Enraged, Kokabiel unfurled his ten wings, the unmistakable aura of the Ultimate-Class Fallen Angel manifesting itself. He was a strongman, not a weakling.

But August paid no attention. August only knew how to challenge those above his level; he wouldn't be intimidated by someone below.

As a cheat character, August only crushed those weaker than him. After all, if he couldn't handle them at this point, it would be unacceptable.

August also unabashedly released his pressure and magical energy. Though it was Satan-Class, the sheer amount of magical power, nearing the limit of surpassing Satan-Class being, was terrifying.

"Such pure power of darkness. So you're a demon."

"Oh? You recognize it? Not bad. Truly worthy of a survivor of the Great War. Quite knowledgeable."

"You scoundrel, how dare you insult me like this."

Kokabiel was furious, repeatedly insulted by this kid. Kokabiel raised a hand, and a colossal lance of light condensed, emanating powerful magical fluctuations.

"Holy Lance!"

The colossal lance, emitting a faint golden light, aimed for August.

"Sorry, forgot to tell you, in this world, all techniques that rely on magical energy as a medium don't work on me."

Bang!

Just then, August casually caught the colossal lance with one hand.

Rumble!

He then crushed it with a flick of his hand. Though it caused a violent explosion, August remained unscathed.

Kokabiel's expression became increasingly solemn. August's strength was that of a genuine Satan-Class being, and possessing such incredible abilities made him extremely difficult to deal with.

"What's wrong, no more tricks? Since you're done, it's my turn now."

Snap!

August snapped his fingers. Then, golden ripples rose behind him like waves, and waves of ripples emerged from the golden sea.

Swords, spears, and various weapons slowly materialized, many emanating incredibly powerful magical energy.

Xenovia and Irina, who had suffered severe injuries but had not yet passed out, were dumbfounded by this scene. The shock it caused was immense.

Moreover, many of these weapons emitted a sacred aura, with several surpassing their Holy Swords.

At this moment, August became incredibly mysterious in the eyes of everyone present.

"How is this possible? So many divine artifacts, are you the God of the Bible? No, it's impossible. During the Great War, the God of the Bible and the Four Satans all died. You definitely can't be her!"

Kokabiel's words were like a nuclear bomb, instantly detonating the entire venue!

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