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Chapter 311 ~ Judgement

Yuuji watched as Vali disappeared into the battlefield.

With Erika already tearing through the skies, he doubted the White Dragon Emperor would find much opportunity to fight. Even now, jet-black flames consumed the crimson skies, every swing of Erika’s blade erasing dozens of magicians in an instant.

Still, a small thought lingered in his mind—he just hoped Vali wouldn’t get caught in her fire. If he did, Yuuji would have to intervene before the flames burned him into nothingness.

“Will you not join them, Tsubakihara-kun?”

Sirzechs’s voice broke his thoughts. The crimson-haired Maou regarded him with narrowed eyes, a faint glimmer of curiosity flickering in their depths.

He had heard stories from his sister about Yuuji’s strength, yet no matter how much he observed, he could not sense a shred of it. If anything, the mystery only sharpened his interest.

“No,” Yuuji replied with a faint smile, shaking his head. “They’ll be more than enough.”

He exhaled softly, as if already anticipating what was to come.

“I’ll be here to welcome our uninvited guest.”

“Hm?”

The room stilled. Everyone turned toward him, confusion etched across their faces.

And then—

A teleportation magic circle flared to life at the center of the chamber.

“Sirzechs-sama…”

“This magic circle—could it be?!”

From within the glow, a tall and voluptuous woman emerged. Her revealing dress clung tightly to her tanned skin, emphasizing her curvaceous figure. Long, sleek legs were wrapped in black tights, while golden cuffs and rings adorned her arms, wrists, and thighs like sharpened talons.

Her chestnut-brown hair was tied neatly into a bun, secured with a headset, while her violet eyes gleamed with cold ambition. In her hand, she held a crooked, obsidian staff shaped like a crescent fang.

“A pleasure to meet you, Demon King Sirzechs… And Serafall.”

Both Maou stiffened, eyes widening in shock.

Yuuji, Lelouch, and C.C. however, only exchanged subtle glances. They had known of her approach and made no move to stop her. Even those within the Hanging Gardens allowed her to proceed, for her arrival was the key to fulfilling their mission.

“Why… Why in the world are you here?”

“Yes,” Sirzechs added grimly, his eyes narrowing. “Why are you here, descendant of the former Leviathan—Katarea Leviathan?”

Her lips curled into a wicked smirk as she lifted her staff toward the heavens.

“For the ruination and destruction of this world.”

A surge of yellow light gathered at the staff’s tip.

“An explosion spell!” Michael recognized immediately, his expression hardening.

The faction leaders moved at once, preparing barriers to shield the room. The destructive power of such a spell could obliterate the academy in an instant—yet before the wards could form, a sharp, resonant crack echoed like glass shattering.

[Counterspell]

The gathered light burst apart, unraveling into harmless motes of golden dust that vanished into the air.

“...What?! Guh—!!”

Before she could react, Yuuji was already before her. His kick connected cleanly to her solar plexus, pushing the air out of her lungs and launching Katarea through the air and out the window, sending her crashing into the sky.

He clicked his tongue softly. “Honestly… who casts an explosion spell indoors?”

He remembered how, in the anime, her magic had leveled half the school grounds, reducing it to rubble. But seeing it now, the spell was laughably underwhelming. He hadn’t even needed to upcast his counterspell.

Turning back, his eyes swept over Sirzechs, Serafall, Michael, and Azazel.

“Well then… I’ll take care of this.”

He shifted his gaze toward Akeno, Sona, Xenovia, and the others.

“Hold things down here.”

“Yes~! Good luck, Yuuji-kun~!” Akeno chimed, her voice sweet yet eager.

He gave a single nod. Then, with a flash, his school uniform dissolved, replaced by a resplendent white-and-gold military-style suit adorned with golden chains. Divine energy radiated from him in waves, shaking the air itself and stunning even Michael.

In his hand, a greatsword materialized—majestic, radiant, and alive, humming as though thrilled for battle.

Without another word, Yuuji leapt through the shattered window, his form ascending into the sky after Katarea.

The room remained silent, every eye wide with disbelief.

“…S-So cool…” Serafall was the first to break the silence, her voice filled with awe. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes shimmering with unabashed admiration.

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“You… HOW DARE YOU?!”

Katarea snarled, clutching her stomach where Yuuji’s kick had landed. With a snap, a pair of black, leathery wings unfurled from her back, holding her aloft in the night sky.

Her violet eyes blazed with fury as she pointed her staff down at him.

“WHO ARE YOU?!”

Her voice cracked, raw with rage and humiliation.

Yet the young man before her only tilted his head, offering a faint shrug and a thin, mocking smile.

That smile made her blood boil—but the aura rolling off him made her skin crawl. It wasn’t mere pressure. It was suffocating, overwhelming, as if countless invisible blades were pricking her flesh with every breath.

Holy energy.

Divine. Absolute.

Far greater than anything she had ever felt from the Seraphs of Heaven—greater even than the Archangel Michael himself.

At that moment, she understood.

So this… this is what it feels like to stand before the God of the Bible.

Her lips curled into a sneer, masking her growing dread.

“Heh. A nobody with a flashy Sacred Gear, huh? Don’t tell me you’re just some mercenary those hypocrites hired.”

Her staff swung outward, its crescent blade whistling through the air as sparks crackled at its tip.

“Here’s some advice, boy. Take your money and run while you still can. This isn’t worth your life.”

Yuuji’s brow lifted ever so slightly. He glanced around at the battlefield below, then met her gaze again, his voice calm, almost amused.

“Really? Because from where I’m standing… your little army is already being slaughtered. Sooner or later, it’ll just be you.”

Katarea’s teeth ground together, but then her grin widened, sharp and venomous.

“They’re fodder. Nothing more. But fodder is all I need to keep that demon girl with the cursed flames—and the White Dragon Emperor—occupied.” 

Her staff pulsed with sinister light as her eyes burned with hatred. 

“Once I finish you, I’ll tear the others apart with my own hands.”

Yuuji chuckled softly, the sound infuriating her even further.

“Confident, aren’t you? Then… why don’t you look up?”

“What—?”

Her eyes flicked skyward—only to widen in horror.

BOOOOM!

A colossal purple beam ripped through the sky, vaporizing hundreds of magicians in a single strike.

Then another.

And another.

In mere seconds, thousands were disintegrated, the battlefield reduced to smoking voids where entire formations once stood.

Katarea’s hands trembled around her staff. She whipped her gaze back to Yuuji, her face twisted with fury.

“You… Was this your doing?!”

“I don’t know~.” He shrugged casually.

“You… YOU BASTARD!”

Dark energy surged violently around her as a serpentine shadow slithered up her arm. Black scales shimmered like oil under the moonlight—the manifestation of Ophis’s snake.

“That’s it… I’ve had ENOUGH of you! DIE!!”

Her voice echoed across the night as she unleashed her fury. Fireballs, lances of destruction, and a massive explosion spell detonated around Yuuji, engulfing him in a blazing inferno.

The shockwave rippled across the skies.

Katarea’s lips twisted into a smirk.

“Burn to ash, you arrogant—”

Her words died.

The smoke cleared.

And there he was. Yuuji floated unharmed, his immaculate white-and-gold uniform unscathed, his divine aura burning brighter than before. His expression remained calm—almost bored.

“Impossible…” she breathed.

Rage contorted her face as she prepared another barrage—but Yuuji lifted a single hand.

[Gram Demolition]

Invisible bullets of unraveling magic shoot out towards each and every single one of her spells, shattering the magic circles in the midst of its construction like fragile glass.

Then, behind him, golden ripples bloomed across the air.

Dozens. Hundreds.

From within them, weapons emerged—swords, spears, axes, halberds, even artifacts that glowed with arcane light. Each hummed with power beyond mortal comprehension.

The [King’s Treasury].

A storm of divine armaments rained down upon her like a meteor shower.

“Wha—?!”

Katarea twisted and dove, her wings straining as she barely dodged the onslaught. But not all—sharp pain exploded across her body as blades slashed her arms and legs, spears grazed her sides, and one halberd tore a deep line across her thigh.

Her magic surged desperately, firing spells back at him, but Yuuji only weaved through the sky with effortless grace, his expression untouched by strain.

Every flick of his hand unleashed another wave of holy weapons, driving her further and further into desperation.

From below, the battlefield quaked with chaos and ruin. Yet above it all stood Yuuji—serene, radiant, inexorable—his presence less that of a man and more akin to a god of war, effortlessly toying with a descendant of Leviathan.

Near misses. Whistling steel. Scratches.

Katarea’s ears rang with the shrill whistle of countless blades as they sliced past her. Each weapon radiated a terrifying pulse of magical energy—every single one rivaling, if not surpassing, the might contained in her own staff of power.

Her skin flared with pain as glancing blows became shallow cuts, faint but unrelenting. What began as scratches quickly grew into a tapestry of agony across her body.

And with every cut, dread seeped deeper into her heart.

It wasn’t merely blood these weapons drew—it was her very strength. Enchantments laced into the arsenal inflicted crippling debuffs with even the slightest graze. Now, with hundreds of scratches biting into her flesh, her reserves were steadily bleeding away, her body weakening as her mind faltered.

She poured her magic into desperate flight, weaving and darting through the storm while flinging spell after spell at her pursuer. Fireballs, explosions, curses—each an attempt to shatter his focus, to halt the rain of armaments. But Yuuji remained unflinching, unshaken, his calm figure pursuing her like inevitability itself.

Her power dwindled. Her breath came ragged. Her body trembled. She was nearing her end.

Yuuji’s gaze softened, and his voice, quiet yet commanding, broke through the clash of magic.

“I suppose… it’s about time to end this.”

[Chain of Oblivion]

From the fractured shadows beneath her, wisps of darkness stirred. Then, like vipers striking, jet-black chains erupted and coiled around her struggling frame, snapping tight.

No sooner had they bound her than pale, skeletal hands emerged from the abyss—dozens, then hundreds—gnarled fingers clawing at the light of the world. They seized her arms, her legs, her torso, dragging her downward with unrelenting hunger.

The grasp of the damned—the envy of the dead toward the living. They clawed at her, desperate to climb free of their eternal prison. And when they could not, they sought to pull her into oblivion to share their torment.

“W-What is this?! Kuh—Disappear! Dispel! Unhand me!!!”

Katarea screamed, pouring her magic into every dispelling spell she knew. But the chains did not break. The hands did not falter.

Even with the snake of Ophis coursing through her veins, empowering her, it was useless. This wasn’t merely restraint—it was inevitability, as though the very concept of death itself had ensnared her.

And then he appeared before her.

Yuuji.

The moment her eyes met his, her bravado shattered. Her body quivered, her face drained pale, and her heart was seized by the most primal terror of all—the fear of death.

Was this… death itself?

He was beautiful. Serene. Untouchable. And yet, in those calm eyes, she glimpsed something unexpected. Not wrath. Not cruelty. But pity.

“Rest.”

“[Dǿma]—Judgment.”

A column of blinding, searing light descended like the hammer of divinity, enveloping her entire form in an instant.

The earth rumbled. The heavens quaked. Darkness itself recoiled before the brilliance that washed the world in white. For a moment, silence reigned. The battlefield stilled, as if creation itself held its breath.

And when the radiance finally faded, vision returned to those who had dared to witness it.

Michael staggered, eyes wide. That power… that divine holiness. Never—not even in the presence of his Father—had he felt such overwhelming sanctity.

Sirzechs, Serafall, and the other devils trembled despite the protection of C.C.’s spell. The mere shockwave of the judgment was enough to tear at their very nature, igniting the primal terror of beings whose only weakness was this very light.

And then… nothing.

Katarea Leviathan was gone. Not ash. Not remnants. Nothing remained. Erased from existence without a trace.

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