Chapter 13: Battle with Sairaorg

Chapter 13: Battle with Sairaorg

Indeed!

In the entire underworld, only one person could chat and laugh with her idol.

This was well-known among all demon noble heirs.

Moreover, the handsome young man who attended her birthday party and left a lasting impression on her, how could she have forgotten?

Gurefia's aura was too strong. After getting the answer she wanted, Rias and Sona moved to the other side of the viewing platform.

"I didn't expect it to be him..."

Standing beside Rias, Sona also expressed her surprise.

As they conversed, another group of demon girls quietly approached them.

Among them, a short demon with golden drill-like hair stood out.

Inside the barrier!

Sairaorg removed his coat, revealing his muscular body wrapped in a white vest, his muscles bulging prominently, his fists as hard as rocks.

"Thinking there might be a fight at any time, wearing battle-appropriate clothes was the right decision."

Sairaorg smiled.

"Having an heir of the Demon King's bloodline as an opponent is perfect."

It was a fearless smile, showing that Vitan's bloodline brought not fear but excitement to Sairaorg.

It was the smile of a seasoned hunter seeing suitable prey.

"True courage! It's clear you've undergone rigorous training."

The man before him was rare.

Demons rarely train their bodies, as their long lifespans naturally increase their strength.

Spending precious time on physical training seemed wasteful.

Moreover, demons valued magical power more than physical strength.

Pure-blood demons had stronger magical talents, so they grew stronger just by living.

Thus, demons training their bodies was rare.

"Fighting a demon with such self-awareness is a good test of my years of training."

He had a premonition that this battle with Sairaorg would allow him to use his full strength.

He reached for the Radix hanging around his neck.

"Let's go, Radix!"

"Yes, Master!"

A gentle female voice came from his palm.

"Connecting to the 'Gluttony' library, executing theme—"

An astonishing amount of magic erupted from Vitan, distorting the surrounding space.

Pure white mist enveloped Vitan, and the sound of chains breaking filled the air.

Sairaorg watched the mist with a serious expression, sensing something extraordinary was about to emerge.

Despite his serious expression, he felt no fear, only indescribable joy.

The mist gradually dissipated!

Revealing Vitan, now dressed differently from before, except for his unchanged face.

He wore a long black coat with a deep neckline, exposing his well-toned chest, black pants matching the coat, and tactical boots.

The coat and sleeves were adorned with gold thread patterns.

The magical book-like object that intrigued Sairaorg had disappeared.

"Was that a special artifact?"

Sairaorg stretched his muscles, curious.

Pure-blood demons couldn't obtain artifacts, but he was an exception, so he suspected it.

"It's different from artifacts, but you can consider it one."

Artifacts couldn't compare to Radix Astil.

Though Radix's current abilities couldn't match the legendary God-destroying tools, its potential was immeasurable.

At least, Vitan couldn't estimate it now. According to Radix's plan, after achieving the seven Demon King forms, his power would be unimaginable.

"Alright, let me judge for myself!"

With those words, Sairaorg launched himself with incredible force, creating a deep pit and spreading cracks like a spider web.

He shot towards Vitan like a bullet, accompanied by a loud bang.

"So fast!"

In the stands, Yuto Kiba, a knight, was shocked.

The knight piece enhanced a demon's speed, yet Kiba felt that figure was beyond his reach.

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"Indeed, cousin's strength is still as formidable as ever."

"I just wonder how long he can hold out against cousin."

Rias never thought that Vitan could surpass her cousin. What does the bloodline of the old demon king matter? The current underworld has long proven that bloodline power is not absolute; otherwise, it wouldn't be her brother sitting on the throne of the demon king now.

"Yes! I hope he can show us more of Mr. Sairaorg's strength."

Sona also expressed agreement with Rias's statement. In her eyes, the same excitement as Rias's was flickering.

Although she usually keeps a low profile, Sona harbors great ambition in her heart. That is to reach the top of the ranking game, seize the first place, and then use her power to fulfill her aspirations.

To achieve this goal, she must first overcome the high mountain in front of her: the strongest new generation demon—Sairaorg Bael!