Strongest in DxD - Chapter 73

And since then there hadn't been any interesting battles, but when she and the others heard that they could fight supernatural beings that were considered strong, they got excited.

But what Scathach was seeing was letting her down.

All Barakiel knew how to do was use her power to rain lightning down on Scathach who was calmly dodging them.

Sometimes she attacked with her Runes only for Barakiel to use her [Holy Lightning] to neutralize.

Meanwhile Barakiel gasped as her power was drained, since the battle started he only used his [Holy Lightning] at full power, and it was draining him quickly due to the amount of power he was using.

Wearying, Barakiel rushes at Scathach while his fists are immersed in his power of [Holy Lightning].

Scathach watched in surprise as he saw Barakiel advance against her.

Barakiel's fist lunged at Scathach who only raised his spear as he parried the blow.

The red mana crashed into the rays mixed with light as an intense shock wave was released.

In a quick move Scathach swung his spear as it hit Barakiel's head sending him flying backward.

Barakiel quickly regained his composure as he aimed his hand sending lightning bolts at Scathach.

Scathach moved his hand creating three flaming red runes that glowed, turned into balls of fire, and crashed into the [Holy Lightning].

The intense wave of smoke blinded Barakiel for an instant, and with divine speed Scathach appeared behind the Angel of Lightning and struck Barakiel with his spear.

The Fallen Angel couldn't react when he was violently sent flying away again.

Before he could react, Scathach, with his immense speed, surged in front of Barakiel and prepared to attack.

By instinct Barakiel used his [Holy Lightning] against Scathach's blow that swung his spear at him.

And then blood spurted out.

Blood spattered across the battlefield as Barakiel walked away from Scathach who had an indifferent gaze.

It was then that Barakiel noticed his arm, or rather the lack of his right arm.

"God's Lightning" eyes widened when he saw his arm several feet away.

"Damn you" snarled Barakiel as he created a magic circle to stop the bleeding.

Scathach only gave an indifferent look as he swung his spear and wiped away the blood that had splattered on it.

"Honestly this is disappointing," Scathach said with a sigh, "Let's get this over with God's Lightning"

Barakiel's eyes narrowed as his ten black wings emerged and he flew as his power fully condensed and he formed a huge spear made of lightning and light.

Scathach only smiled as he raised his spear.

"I think I'll respond in kind," she told God Slayer to herself.

The cursed spear began to glow as a huge smile spread across Scathach's face.

Bathed in the blood of thousands, born from the corpse of a great beast, its cursed thread could interrupt even the fate of men, so that even those burdened with great fates could not escape the bite of its barbed blade. He began his legend at the hands of the trainer of heroes and ended his journey at the hands of his greatest student, a man so fierce he brought down a man long after his heart stopped beating in his chest and the river turned red with his blood.

And now, the cursed spear of the Irish hero was in the hands of its rightful bearer and creator.

The moment Scathach raised his spear Barakiel's eyes widened when he suddenly couldn't move, the leader of the Fallen Angels felt his movements robbed, as if he were trapped in a spot in the air.

Holding his spear tighter, the damn Crimson Spear glowed red as if it had been bathed in a sea of ​​blood.

And the air froze.

No, it wasn't a metaphor... the air stagnated as the feeling of 'death' was permeating everything, the mana in the air literally freezes... the spearhead glowing in a crimson red light, similar to that of a vital fluid that would soon be poured out on this battlefield. So the enemy knew his fate was practically sealed, as the demonic spear was just waiting to be released...

The fight ended as soon as the weapon's name was invoked.

To fight against this weapon is to sign your own death warrant, a weapon that will never cease to kill... to target the organ that distributes blood, a weapon cursed to always seek the heart of those who fight against it...

And then, after so long, Scathach smiled immensely as for the first time in this new world he summoned the power of his Spear.

The High Spear of Piercing Death!

"Gae Bolg Alternative"

The moment the weapon's name was summoned and released the cursed crimson spear flew from Scathach's hand towards his enemy's heart.

Barakiel cannot even dodge due to the effect of the Noble Ghost of Scathach.

[Gáe Bolg Alternative] is one of Scathach's Noble Ghosts, his abilities combine the two roles of Cú Chulainn's Noble Ghosts, [Barbed Spear that Pierces with Death] and [High Spear that Strikes with Death].

First, a close range attack from the first demonic spear would rob the enemy of movement, "trapping them to a point in the air," and the second demonic spear would hit everything if thrown with all its strength. Obviously, any enemy caught in the line of the thrown spear would be killed.

And that happened to Barakiel who couldn't react when the crimson spear claimed his life.

Scathach watched as his Spear moved with unrivaled speed and pierced Barakiel's body claiming his life.

Barakiel's dead body fell to the ground lifeless while the spear was embedded in his body.

Scathach only extended his hand as the crimson spear turned into a flash of red and returned to its wielder's hand.

With a quick flourish Scathach swung his spear clean of blood as he returned to tap it lightly on his shoulder.

Sighing the Immortal Witch couldn't help but feel disappointed in this battle, she should talk to Ren later.

Getting her spear from Barakiel's body the Immortal Witch quickly began dragging the Fallen Angel as she headed towards Ren.

With Okita vs Vasco.

Farther away from the battlefield, far from Scathach and Barakiel and Ren's fight with the leaders of the Three Factions, another fight was taking place.

On the battlefield were two people from opposite sides, a man and a woman.

The man was an elderly man of 2 meters. He has white hair and his face has wrinkles; similar to that of a normal elderly person. Although he is already old, he has the body of an extremely muscular man. He has a thick neck, thick chest, thick arms, his robe was that of a priest.

That was Vasco Strada, one of the highest-ranking priests in the Church, the man known as "The Violence of Heaven", a being who, even though he was a human, had so much power that even beings in the Top 10 feared his existence.

A man who in his heyday defeated Kokabiel and even made the Four Maou fearful, the strongest wielder of the holy sword Durandal since Roland, perhaps even surpassing the former user.

Already in front of him was Okita standing calmly, the servant had a serious look on her face and her left hand was holding the scabbard of her sword.

Even facing the human in front of her Okita was curious, she had heard about Vasco Strada from her master, and it was possible to see that Ren admired the exorcist.