"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 269: The Hero Faction Retreats
"Fallen angel, Valkyrie—let's call it here."
Siegfried twisted through Raynare and Rossweisse's attacks, landing lightly as the mist began to swirl. Six arms sprouted from his sides—four silver, scale-covered limbs joining his own, each gripping a demonic sword. The Banquet of Asura and Devils: Siegfried's forbidden form, straight out of legend.
Raynare's eyes burned. "Running away already, coward?"
She lunged, spear of light flashing. Six blades swept out in answer, a wall of sword energy halting her charge. By the time she broke through, Siegfried was gone—swallowed by the fog.
"Damn it!" Raynare slammed her fist into the ground, frustration boiling over. He'd escaped before she'd even had her fill of battle. But there were still Hero Faction stragglers nearby—her twisted smile returned, and she pounced, wings flaring, hunting the unlucky ones.
Across the field, Jeanne d'Arc stood atop a giant forged from holy swords. Its maw spewed razor blades, cutting down two Knight girls and eight Pawn girls, their screams echoing as they fell.
Blade of Judgment—a forbidden variant Jeanne had wrung from her Sacred Gear. Using it against her juniors felt almost cruel.
Nearby, Heracles let loose his own forbidden power. Missile-like growths erupted from his body, launching in salvos that cratered the earth. Only Queen Seraselbes held her ground, battered and pale; the rest—Rook and Bishop girls—lay scattered in blood-soaked ruin.
"Heracles, enough! We're pulling out," Jeanne called, stretching with practiced ease.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go." Heracles shrugged, losing interest. The so-called Holy Maidens had put up a fight, but nothing to get his blood pumping.
Seraselbes struggled to her feet, breath ragged, face ghostly white from spent magic. She bit her lip, eyes swimming with guilt and bitter disappointment. Lord Tenra had trusted them—and they'd let him down.
Mist began to coil around Jeanne and Heracles, ready to spirit them away. But then—
"Who said you could leave?!"
Tenra's voice thundered from above as a streak of light crashed down.
BOOM!
The holy sword giant shattered, shards flying as dust billowed. Tenra landed, Jeanne's limp form dangling from his hand—unconscious.
Without missing a beat, Tenra stored Jeanne away in the Sancta Diabolus Hall, then swept healing light over the wounded girls. He knelt, gathering Seraselbes into his arms.
"I'm sorry, Lord Tenra… We failed you…" Tears streamed down her cheeks, apologies tumbling out in broken whispers.
"Weak, useless, not worthy…" The words spilled out, raw and self-loathing.
Tenra's gaze softened. "You faced two Hero Faction elites—Balance Breakers, no less. You did well."
"If it stings, use it. Get stronger. I need your strength, Seraselbes."
He dismissed his helmet, brushing her forehead with gentle affection.
Seraselbes froze, then sobbed harder—tears of relief, not shame. Under Diodora, failure meant punishment. But Tenra's kindness, his faith, made her want to give everything for him—right here, right now.
"Yes, Lord Tenra!" Her voice shook, but her smile was radiant through the tears.
To serve Tenra was the greatest honor.
He sent Seraselbes and the others back to the Sancta Diabolus Hall to recover, then turned to Heracles—still lingering, not yet vanished.
"My temper needs an outlet, and you didn't run. Ready for this?"
Tenra's voice was ice behind his armor, locking onto Heracles.
Heracles grinned, wild and beast-like. "Prepared, not prepared—doesn't matter. I just want to fight someone strong."
"You pushed Cao Cao to the brink. Tenra Kamiyo, you won't let me down."
Hundreds of missiles sprouted from Heracles' body, launching in a storm toward Tenra.
"Cheap tricks," Tenra scoffed. He waved his hand; wind blades shrieked through the air, detonating the barrage mid-flight.
Heracles laughed, pounding toward Tenra, each step shaking the ground. He leapt, swinging a massive iron fist.
"Ddraig, full power!"
"Understood!"
Tenra surged forward, meeting Heracles' fist with his own.
The collision was cataclysmic.
BOOOOOOM!
The earth split, the blast vaporizing everything within a hundred meters. In the smoking crater, Tenra stood tall; Heracles crashed to earth, blood spraying as he skidded to a stop.
"So this is the power that cornered Cao Cao…" Heracles gasped, coughing up blood, awe and satisfaction mingling in his eyes.
Mist rolled in to claim Heracles, but Tenra flash-stepped, one hand plunging into Heracles' chest.
Heracles screamed—briefly—before the mist whisked him away.
Tenra glanced at the jewel now in his palm, clicking his tongue in indifference.
The big guy's fate didn't matter. He'd already gotten what he came for.
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