At this moment, the scene was filled with sorrow.
Kiba Yuto knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, while Freed and Balba watched with satisfaction.
Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred.
The scattered particles entered Kiba Yuto's body.
A blue light emanated from Kiba Yuto's body, starting faintly and gradually becoming denser, as many figures appeared behind him, accompanied by a chorus of singing.
Those figures were Kiba Yuto's companions who had died protecting him during the Holy Sword Project.
They looked at Yuto, who was kneeling on the ground, with concern.
Then, one by one, they placed their hands on Kiba Yuto.
"Yuto! Pull yourself together!"
Countless familiar voices echoed in Kiba's ears, and the light in Kiba's previously hollow eyes seemed to return.
He turned his head to look behind him.
All his deceased companions were there.
Tears slowly flowed from Kiba Yuto's eyes.
"Ev... everyone."
And the surrounding souls began to lecture Kiba Yuto one by one.
"Well, Kiba Yuto! Get a grip!"
"That's right! Pull yourself together! You're the one everyone protected and sent out!"
"You have to live for me too! Go see a new world!"
"......"
Immediately after, a little girl came before Kiba Yuto.
She helped Kiba Yuto wipe away his tears.
"You have to work hard! This is the last time we can help Yuto!"
As soon as she finished speaking, all the souls transformed into particles of light and entered Kiba Yuto's body.
At the same time, everyone's blessings were bestowed upon Kiba Yuto.
"It's alright..."
"As long as everyone is together."
"Accept it! Accept us!"
"This is the last thing we can do for you."
"Our hearts will always be one!"
Warm, sacred light shone upon Kiba Yuto, and tears also uncontrollably flowed from the eyes of Yi Cheng, who was beside him.
Irina Shido also recovered under the forgiveness of the souls.
At this moment, a miracle was about to unfold!
Kokabiel, who was about to deliver the finishing blow, looked over with an interested smile.
Kiba Yuto slowly stood up.
His eyes became resolute.
Sword Creation reappeared before Kiba Yuto.
"To prevent more innocent people from being harmed, I will send you wicked people to meet Satan!!!"
Kiba Yuto grasped the demonic sword in his hand.
This made Balba's heart tremble, feeling that something bad was about to happen.
"Freed!!"
Freed, who was fighting Xenovia, heard Balba's call and wanted to go support him but was blocked by Yi Cheng.
"No one can interrupt Yuto's battle!!"
Saying that, Yi Cheng punched Freed in the face.
Freed was sent flying.
"Damn it! Damn demon! You hit my face!"
"Not only will I hit your face, but I'll also shove this holy sword up your ass!"
Saying that, Yi Cheng charged towards Freed again.
Balba looked at the approaching Kiba Yuto and quickly used a light shield to block his advance.
He looked at Balba before him.
"I transform into a sword!"
"My companions who are one with me, let us cross together, cross over the unfulfilled thoughts and wishes!"
"Here! I shall become the sword of those I protect, revere, and cherish."
"Sword Creation!!"
As his thoughts reached their peak, light and darkness intertwined, and magic and divine power merged.
A brand new sword appeared in Kiba Yuto's hand.
This was the Holy Demonic Sword of Dual Supremacy!
Balba looked at the perfectly integrated two elements, revealing an incredulous expression.
These two powers should have been impossible to merge.
Unless...
Balba thought of something, unless God was dead!
When this thought surfaced in Balba's mind, he himself found it unbelievable.
God is dead!
Michael!
He deceived everyone in the Church.
The only situation where divine power and demonic power could merge was if God was already dead.
Kiba Yuto raised the Holy Demonic Sword in his hand.
Looking at Kiba Yuto, Balba burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Michael! Michael!! God has long since..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Holy Demonic Sword, carrying immense power, swung towards Balba's light shield, and with a "boom," the light shield instantly shattered.
Balba looked at the sword energy assailing him without fear; instead, he had discovered the truth of the world.
God is dead!
In an instant, Balba was engulfed by this power.
Thus, Balba died!
"Tsk tsk tsk, how interesting."
Kokabiel looked at Kiba Yuto from the sky and muttered to himself.
As Kiba Yuto resolved his inner turmoil.
On Xenovia's side.
Xenovia wielded the "Holy Sword of Destruction," while Freed continuously dodged; he couldn't defeat this woman, and she was a pure warrior.
"Well~ the old man's dead."
"It seems my senior has already dealt with it, so I need to hurry too!"
Xenovia muttered to herself, then raised her right hand.
Xenovia chanted incantations under her breath.
"Peter, Basil, Dionysius, and Holy Mother Mary, please hear my voice!"
As her words fell, a golden magic circle appeared.
A giant sword entwined with chains emerged.
"In the name of the believers residing in this sword, I command its release!"
As her voice faded, Xenovia gripped the hilt, and all the chains broke.
This was the Holy Sword Durendal!
A holy sword rumored to be able to cut through everything in the world.
"Hahahaha! This is quite unexpected!"
Freed looked at Xenovia, not expecting to ever see a true Holy Sword wielder.
Xenovia held the greatsword in one hand, pointing it at Freed.
"Apostate, and the heretical sword in your hand."
"Are you ready for this to end!"
Saying that, Xenovia charged directly at Freed.
Freed looked at the charging Xenovia, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
"Come on! Come on!"
Freed said, also holding his three-in-one holy sword, and charged towards Xenovia.
The attributes of the three holy swords—Illusion, Heaven's Flash, and Transparency—erupted.
Many shadows appeared around Freed, and at the same time, the holy sword in his hand became transparent, and he instantly appeared before Xenovia.
Freed's transparent holy sword and Xenovia's Durendal began to clash.
"Hahahaha! Come on, just like that, let's get excited."
Sparks from their clashing blades continuously appeared.
The fierce confrontation made Freed's blood boil.
But the next second.
Clang~
A crisp sound emerged.
"No! My holy sword that I haven't even warmed up yet!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The holy sword in Freed's hand developed numerous cracks, and as it disintegrated, it turned into scrap metal.
No time for sorrow.
Freed looked at Xenovia, who was walking towards him, cold sweat pouring down his body.