The Misfit of Demon King Academy (WN)

Chapter 143 – Omen

As the jet black armor clad by the Spirit King is half destroyed, his blood spurts out rapidly.

With one hand, the Spirit King hid a crack in his mask that had formed.

To be able to sustain a direct hit from <Holy Love Sword Explosion Theo Trearos> and yet still retain the ability to move is perhaps the result of the mask, armor, and anti-magic wrapped around the Spirit King himself.

That being said, his armament is now practically bare.

“The odds are against you, aren’t they? No matter how talented you are, I doubt you can fight without your sword and while pressing down on your mask.”

Lay swung his light-filled love sword toward the tip of the Spirit King’s nose.

“… Yes, indeed…”

For the first time, the Spirit King delivers his words.

Gradually, he removed his hand from his mask.

The cracks in the mask broaden and crumble away.

His power began to leak out as his mouth became somewhat visible.

Lay’s eyes are locked onto his true identity at that exact moment.

There was a warm breeze that swept by.

Accompanied by it are fireflies producing a flickering green light that settled on the Spirit King’s mask, armor, and broken treasure sword.

Then, in a flash, the mask, armor, and treasure sword are restored to their former state.

Flying along with the wind is the Healing Fireflies Senetero. Also known as the spirit doctor, who heals the wounds of spirits.

Both the mask and armor are likely formed by spirits.

Once all of those were restored to a flawless state, the Spirit King wielded his treasure sword.

“Hmph…!”

Foreseeing the Spirit King’s sword strike, Lay began to counter the Ailearrow with his love sword.

For the completion of the pentagram, the trajectory of the sword would inevitably be restricted.

However, the Spirit King anticipated this and shifted the sword’s trajectory halfway through.

The thrust of the Ailearrow is aimed at Lay’s heart.

Having seven sources, Lay would not be fatally wounded by the attack.

Lay swung the sword of love across his face, intending to kill him and shatter his mask.

In order to prevent the healing fireflies from recovering him, he most likely planned to kill him in the next instance with a single strike.

With a whoosh, the treasure sword Ailearrow penetrates Lay’s heart.

Despite the blood seeping from his left chest, he swung the sword down with all his might.

“<Holy Love Sword Explosion Theo Trearos>!!”

The love sword, emitting an abundance of light accompanied by a burst of explosions, was swung down at the mask of the Spirit King――

“… Ugh…!”

On the verge of ripping apart the mask, the love sword was brought to a halt.

At the base of Lay’s right arm is a small pentagram mark, and it forms a blue jewel.

In the midst of the exchange, the Spirit King had pierced Lay’s heart, and before he could sever the mask, he had imprinted a small pentagram mark at the base of his right arm.

The love sword produces noises and tumbles on the spot. The light of <Love Sanctuary Theo Asc> disappeared, exposing only the broken, Everlasting Sword on the ground.

As if lacking in energy, Lay’s right arm slumps down.

By drawing a small pentagram, it would be conceivable to deprive a person of the functions at the spot where the slash had landed, even if it could not seal the person in question.

Nevertheless, to wound both the heart and the base of the right arm in the interval between Lay’s selfless attack, he is by no means an ordinary foe.

“Assuming, of course, that you’ve already engaged in a fight with me.”

Lay focuses the power of <Love Sanctuary Theo Asc> on the fractured Spirit Sword in his left hand. As he readied the sword of love, which radiated a vast amount of light, he remarked.

“I only know a single person whose swordsmanship surpasses mine, though.”

“The Hero, Kanon,” the Spirit King stated. “Nothing has remained the same in the last two thousand years.”

Sparks fly everywhere as their gazes collide.

As if driven by something, both sides brandished their swords.

This is a pure showdown of speed and velocity.

While Lay’s attack is an attempt to smash apart the mask, the Spirit King’s attack is an attempt to draw a pentagram. After all, it was the Spirit King who controlled the battle, so none of them had to consider who had more favourable conditions.

Lay’s sword falls to the ground, as his left arm slumps.

Same as before, a pentagram was drawn on his left arm this time, and a blue jewel covered the base of it.

“This is the end.”

The sword flashes sparks.

The treasure sword Ailearrow was thrust forward to draw a perfect pentagram – and right before it did, the trajectory shifted.

Similar to arrows, several hundred bolts of lightning were hurtling toward the Spirit King.

With his Ailearrow, he rips them all to bits.

In mid-air, the lightning changed into red jewels and crashed down in disarray.

“Lay-san, please back off!”

Misa shot a lightning arrow from her hand.

It was the power of Gigadeas, the spirit of wind and thunder.

“Spirit Magic――”

As if having learned this long ago, Misa holds out her hands and draws a magic circle.

Her magic power soars.

Simultaneously, Misa’s chestnut hair gradually changes to a deep, profound, oceanic color.

Upon her back, six crystal-like wings materialise.

The white uniform she was dressed in is replaced by a graceful black with a tinge of blue – a binroujiguro dress.

There was a necklace made of two shells that served as a pendant, with the design of a decagram.