Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 707 – You People and Your Lawful Arrest Priorities

The oppressive crushing weight of his presence shrank to something... measurable.

Lux blinked once.

Then barked out a laugh.

”I never felt this happy being equal to two celestial beings inside a murder pocket dimension,” he said.

Vizreel stepped forward, wings spreading, sword reforming in his hand.

”Jokes later, Lux. We need to catch him.”

Lux’s grin faltered slightly.

”Catch?” he repeated. ”Not kill?”

Vizreel didn’t hesitate.

”Catch.”

Vizreel lunged.

Lux physically cringed.

”Unbelievable,” he muttered. ”You people and your lawful arrest priorities.”

He lunged anyway.

Vaeloryn recovered faster than expected. Even suppressed, his combat instincts were surgical. He twisted sideways, halo rings shifting into defensive counter-alignment as he attempted to tear free from the remaining Abyssal Grasp tendrils.

Lux teleported above him instantly, daggers flashing downward in twin assassination arcs.

Vaeloryn raised one wing to intercept. The blades collided with reinforced feather edges, sparks exploding outward as both combatants dropped to ground level simultaneously.

Vizreel struck from the flank, sword cleaving horizontally. Vaeloryn ducked beneath the strike, halo rotating to deflect the follow-through shockwave.

Lux flicked both hands outward.

”Demonic Orbs!”

Fifty black spheres burst into formation around Vaeloryn, spiraling in controlled convergence. They slammed into his barrier field in staggered detonations, each explosion calibrated to disrupt halo stabilization.

Vaeloryn retaliated by slamming his palm into the ground. A cleansing pulse blasted outward, vaporizing several orbs midair and forcing Lux to teleport backward to avoid the shockwave.

Vizreel dove forward through the explosion cloud, sword thrusting directly toward Vaeloryn’s halo rings. The blade scraped across rotating glyph segments, forcing the execution angel to recoil and raise both wings defensively.

Lux landed behind Vaeloryn, instantly summoning Telekinesis. Floating debris, broken marble slabs, and halo shard fragments ripped from the limbo terrain and slammed into Vaeloryn’s blind side in a rapid barrage.

Vaeloryn staggered again.

But instead of retaliating...

He stepped backward.

Vizreel’s eyes narrowed.

”He is disengaging.”

Lux blinked.

”...He is WHAT?”

Vaeloryn’s halo spun faster, rewriting glyphs into spatial extraction runes. His wings folded inward, posture shifting from offensive stance to retreat vector alignment.

”Oh hell no,” Lux snapped.

He teleported forward, daggers stabbing toward Vaeloryn’s chest. Vaeloryn deflected both strikes with a rotational halo shield, sliding backward across the terrain as dimensional escape sigils formed beneath his feet.

Vizreel launched forward, wings snapping with explosive acceleration. He slammed his sword downward toward the forming escape glyph circle.

Vaeloryn twisted sideways, narrowly avoiding the strike. The sword shattered the ground where he had stood, breaking several escape runes... but not all.

Lux snarled, raising both hands again.

”Abyssal Grasp!”

New void fissures exploded open around Vaeloryn, shadow tendrils lunging upward in desperate capture attempts. Several wrapped around his legs and wings again, slowing his retreat.

Vaeloryn raised one hand.

Authority surged.

The tendrils shattered in cascading bursts of radiant backlash.

He stepped backward again.

The escape circle glowed brighter.

Vizreel charged, sword raised for intercept strike.

Lux teleported alongside him, daggers spinning into reverse grip as he aimed for halo anchor joints.

They struck simultaneously.

Vaeloryn blocked both attacks with crossed wing blades, aura flaring violently under the Harmonic Ledger’s suppression effect.

The three collided in a chaotic explosion of silver, green, and shadow energy.

Vaeloryn twisted free again, wings snapping outward in a powerful pulse that shoved both Lux and Vizreel backward several meters.

The escape sigils beneath him reached final formation.

Lux landed, skidding across the terrain, eyes blazing.

”Oh absolutely not,” he growled.

Vizreel steadied himself beside him, sword humming with rising balance energy.

Vaeloryn hovered above the escape circle now, halo blazing as spatial distortion rippled around him.

”You cannot hold me within equilibrium forever,” Vaeloryn said calmly.

Lux rolled his shoulders, daggers igniting again.

”Watch me refinance your exit plan,” he said.

And both launched forward again as Vaeloryn’s escape ritual neared completion.

The sigil beneath the execution angel flared brighter, layers of dimensional script weaving into a collapsing spiral. Celestial glyphs tried to stabilize the portal, but infernal undertones flickered beneath them like someone had rewritten half the spell in a language that absolutely should not coexist with heaven’s syntax.

Vizreel attacked first.

He exploded upward, wings snapping wide as radiant judgment energy condensed along his blade. He drove forward in a vertical thrust designed to pierce the ritual core and anchor Vaeloryn in place.

Lux followed milliseconds behind, teleportation sigils chaining rapidly beneath his boots. He appeared, vanished, appeared again in three flanking positions, daggers blazing with contract-breaking greed fire as he prepared a multi-angle assassination vector.

Vaeloryn reacted instantly.

His halo spun into defensive alignment, rings layering into a rotating shield that deflected Vizreel’s first strike with a violent burst of equilibrium backlash. The shockwave shattered floating debris and sent ripples through the already collapsing limbo environment.

Lux slipped through the opening anyway.

He teleported directly behind Vaeloryn, driving both daggers downward toward the exposed authority seams along the angel’s spine. The blades struck, carving glowing fissures across divine armor plating.

Vaeloryn roared, wings flaring outward in a blinding burst that forced Lux to teleport sideways to avoid decapitation by feather-blade backlash.

Vizreel recovered instantly, spinning midair and slamming his sword downward again. This time he targeted the ritual circle itself. The blade connected with the escape sigil’s outer ring, shattering several dimensional runes with a thunderous crack.

The teleportation glyph flickered violently.

Lux saw it destabilize.

”Good,” he muttered.

He slammed both daggers into the limbo terrain again.

”Hellfire Rain!”

Infernal meteors erupted overhead, cascading downward in a brutal bombardment of green-black flames. The fire struck the ritual circle directly, detonating in layered explosions that fractured Vaeloryn’s escape sequence even further.

Vaeloryn staggered.

His halo flickered.

Vizreel seized the moment.

The Archon surged forward with a roar, channeling raw balance authority into a single piercing thrust. The sword punched through Vaeloryn’s defensive wing plating and drove straight into the execution angel’s shoulder core.

For the first time, Vaeloryn screamed.

Lux’s grin turned feral.

”There it is,” he whispered.

He teleported forward again, both daggers spinning into reverse grip as he targeted the glowing fracture spreading across Vaeloryn’s authority matrix. His blades struck with brutal precision, carving across the divine core seam like a financial audit ripping open a hidden ledger.

Crack.