Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

It is a kind of indomitable fighting spirit that wants to challenge any strong person in the world, regardless of winning or losing, to improve oneself in the process and keep moving forward.

Along with the fighting spirit, there also emerged extremely powerful momentum and courage.

Gurefia's eyebrows furrowed, and she turned around and stood directly between Vitan and Sairaorg.

"Sairaorg, what do you want to do?"

The cold and beautiful Frost Queen clearly did not mobilize any magic power, she just stood there. The powerful momentum from Sairaorg just now was completely blocked.

Even though he was being targeted by the Demon King, Sairaorg still acted as if he didn't care.

He just stared at Vitan with his bright eyes.

"Ever since the banquet just now, I have been thinking about competing with the heir of the famous Asmodeus family."

The speaking speed became slower and the momentum continued to rise.

"I think the heir of the Demon King's blood will not refuse!"

He put his hand on Gurefia's shoulder, and Gurefia gave up her original position at Vitan's signal.

"Just like your rough appearance, your provocation is also quite clumsy."

Their eyes met, the distance between them was only about half a meter, and the restless magic power began to riot in Vitan's body and dissipate.

"Ha ha--!"

"It doesn't matter whether your provocation is poor or not. What matters is the fact that you have agreed to my challenge."

Vitan did not respond to Sairaorg's words, but slowly turned his head towards Sirzechs and Grayfia.

"Sister, Sirzechs, I'll trouble you two to reinforce the barrier."

Under this tit-for-tat atmosphere, Sirzechs still smiled and said so.

"Don't worry! I will create a barrier that will allow even the two of you to use your full strength."

Having said that, Sirzechs glanced at Rias, Sona and the others within the barrier.

"As it happens, the competition between the two of them has also ended. I will teleport you two over now!"

……

After a dizzying moment, Rias, who had just won a small victory and was about to show off in front of her friends, appeared directly on the stands.

"Why so sudden, brother!"

In just a moment, Rias found the culprit.

This barrier is exclusive to the Gremory family. Only those with the Gremory family bloodline can control things within the barrier.

Rias' followers, as well as Sona and her followers, all had the same inquiring looks.

"Look inside the barrier!"

With that warm smile still on his face, Sirzechs tilted his head gently.

Rias looked in the direction Sirzechs pointed, and Rias and Sona stood up in shock.

The short dark brown hair with the same color as coffee, the angular outline as if carefully carved by God, the high nose bridge, and the thin lips highlight the nobility and elegance of the owner of this face.

On the other side of this person is a type whose temperament is completely opposite to that of men.

The male god slowly took off the coat that bound him, revealing the white collar underneath. His knotted and bulging muscles completely propped up the collar, and he exuded a wild aura from head to toe.

Rias is very familiar with these two people!

Needless to say, one was his cousin, and the other was the person who had caught his attention at the banquet just now.

But why did these two people suddenly start fighting in her house?

This filled Rias's little head with question marks!

"Sirzechs, you did this on purpose!"

Grayfia asked directly without any hesitation in front of the group of girls surrounding her and Sirzechs.

Rias, Sona, Akeno and other girls all found their ears pricked up.

Sirzechs raised his delicate eyebrows, and that gentle and elegant attitude seemed to have penetrated into his bones.

"Why, Gurefia, don't you want to take a look?"

"Sairaorg is the absolute best among the new generation of demons. In terms of strength alone, he even surpasses many ancient demons. I believe that not only me, but many people would like to know the true strength of Sairaorg."

"Vittan is the original Demon King and the heir of Asmodeus' bloodline. He has been receiving your instruction over the years, Gurefia, and his strength has long become unpredictable."

"What kind of sparks will be created by the duel between these two people? Who will win?"

Sirzechs did not say the rest.

Because, from Gurefia's current expression, he has already got a satisfactory answer.

Compared to Grayfia's current silence, the shock on the faces of Rias, Sona and others can no longer be concealed.

Even the families of the two were equally shocked.

After all, after becoming the devil's followers, the first thing they need to be familiar with is the major family forces in the underworld.

The name of Vitan Asmodeus was one of the top names and required their special attention.

"Brother, do you mean that the man is the head of the Asmodeus family?!"

Unable to wait, Rias almost immediately sought the truth of the matter from Sirzechs.

"Of course! I thought Vitan and Grayfia were so close, so you must have guessed his true identity long ago, Rias!"

"After all, on your sixth birthday, Vitan-kun came to attend your birthday party."

After Sirzechs's reminder, Rias's memories suddenly came back to her.

Sona, who also attended the birthday party, had childhood memories come back to her, and she and Rias looked at each other.

Chapter 13: Battle against Sairaorg

Yes!

In the entire underworld, there is only one person who can talk and laugh with the idol he worships!

This is something that all the heirs of the demon nobility are well aware of.

Besides, how could I suddenly forget that handsome little brother who came to my birthday party when I was a child and remained in my memory for a long time?

The aura around Grayfia was so strong that after hearing the answer she wanted, Rias went to the other side of the viewing platform with Sona and the others.

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

Standing next to Rias, Sona also said with some emotion.

While they were talking to each other, another group of demon ladies quietly approached Rias and the others.

One of them was a short demon with a golden diamond-like hair accessory, which stood out particularly.

In the barrier!

Sairaorg took off his coat, revealing his extremely muscular body wrapped in a white collar. His muscles were clearly bulging and his fists were as hard as rocks.

"Thinking that there is a possibility of fighting at any time, wearing clothes suitable for fighting is really the right decision."

Sairaorg smiled.

"Having a descendant of the Demon King's blood as an opponent is truly impeccable."

It was a fearless smile. It was obvious that the blood of Vitan brought excitement to Sairaorg instead of fear.

That is the smile that an experienced hunter would show when he sees a suitable prey.

"You have real courage! I can tell that you have indeed gone through very rigorous training."

The man in front of me is very rare.

Because the devil will train himself, it is definitely a rare situation.

Because the life of a demon is too long compared to that of a human.

At least, there are no demons in the underworld that can die of old age.

After all, for a demon with a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, as long as he lives long enough, his strength will naturally become stronger.

Isn't it not worthwhile to waste your long and beautiful years on physical exercise?

Moreover, compared with the physical body, the devil pays more attention to the amount of magic power.

The purer the bloodline of a demon, the stronger its talent for magic will be. Therefore, for pure-blooded demons, as long as they survive, they will continue to become stronger.

That's it, it's definitely a rare thing for a demon to exercise.

"Being able to fight a demon like you who has a clear self-awareness can be considered a test of my training over the years."

He had a feeling that he would be able to use all his strength in this battle with Sairaorg.

He reached out and took off the Radix hanging around his neck.

"Here we go, Radix!"

"Yes, Master!"

A gentle and graceful female voice came from the palm of my hand.

"Connect to the library of "Gluttony", theme execution——"

Astonishing magic power suddenly erupted from Vitan's body, and its rich magic power even distorted the surrounding space.

Pure white mist enveloped Vitan, and the sound of chains breaking could be heard in the air.

Sairaorg looked at the hazy white mist with a serious expression. For some reason, the wild intuition in his heart seemed to tell him that something incredible was about to happen.

However, although his expression was solemn, he did not show any fear at all. Instead, he felt an indescribable joy.

The white mist gradually dissipated!

The figure that appeared was Vitan who was just shrouded in white mist.

It can be said that compared with before, except for the appearance, Vitan's clothes have been changed from head to toe.

He was wearing a black open-collared windbreaker, revealing half of Vitan's lean but just-right chest. His lower body was made up of black trousers that matched the windbreaker, and shoes similar to tactical boots.

The collar and cuffs of the clothes are decorated with patterns similar to gold threads.

The magic book-like thing that had so intrigued Sairaorg just now disappeared.

"Is that some special artifact you just had?"

Sairaorg stretched his muscles and asked curiously.

Pure-blooded demons could not gain the favor of divine weapons, but he was an obvious exception, so he directly suspected in this direction.

"It's still different from a divine weapon, but it doesn't matter if you want to treat it as a divine weapon."

How could a mere divine weapon be compared with Radix Astyr?

Although the abilities displayed by Radix now cannot be compared with the Divine Destroyer recorded in historical records.

However, even if it is the most powerful divine weapon, the power it can develop is at most the level of a transcendent.

The growth potential of Radix is ​​immeasurable.

At least he himself is unable to estimate now what level he can reach after he achieves the unity of the seven demon kings according to Radix's arrangement.

"Is that so? Then let me make the final decision myself!"

As soon as the words fell.

boom--!

Accompanied by a strong gust of wind, Sairaorg stomped the ground with amazing force. The ground was already in a state of disrepair due to the fight between Rias and Sona.

Under the explosion of Sairaorg, a deep pit was directly formed, smoke and dust scattered, and with the deep pit as the center, a spider web-like pattern spread out.

His whole body was like a bullet fired from a gun, and with a dull bang, he shot towards Vitan.

"So fast!"

On the viewing platform, Kiba Yuto, who was a knight, suddenly changed his expression.

The knight's demon chess piece is a chess piece that can increase the demon's speed, but even so, Kiba Yuto felt that the figure was so far beyond his reach.