My Wives are Beautiful Demons Chapter 209 Holy Demonic Sword

The tense atmosphere enveloped the group, and every word exchanged seed to echo in the oppressive silence.

"S-Sir Spirit... Sir Demon King's servant... Sir... oh forget it... Could you please release us?" Iridia asked, her voice wavering, reflecting the growing nervousness. Fear was palpable in her eyes, and she knew one wrong move could seal her fate.

"We didn't do anything...!" Zex tried to argue, maintaining his composure. However, the sweat on his forehead betrayed his effort to appear calm. The overwhelming presence of Vergil's sword was almost suffocating.

"Silence." Viviane's firm voice cut through the air like a blade, forcing them both to imdiately quiet. She turned to her master, completely ignoring the two. "Has she gotten stronger?" she asked, her tone filled with curiosity but also caution.

Vergil, who seed unfazed by the prisoners' panic, observed Yamato in his hands carefully. "No, but..." He swung the sword, and an impressive aura of golden energy mixed with red radiated around the blade. "Now it's a Sacro-Demonic sword," he declared, a smile curling on his lips as he twirled the blade through the air. "Perfect for dealing with Fallen Angels."

He seed to appreciate the blade, but his expression quickly shifted, becoming more serious, as though sothing was deeply troubling him.

"What's wrong?" Roxanne asked, imdiately noticing the subtle hardening in his posture.

Vergil didn't respond right away. Instead, he swung the sword through the air and unleashed a powerful cut. A massive gust of wind cut through the environnt... but to everyone's surprise, it dissipated into nothing... As if nothing had happened.

"Huh?" Katharina tilted her head, confused by the result.

"Dear, did you make a real strike?" Ada asked, her expression filled with concern.

Vergil frowned, gripping the blade tightly. "Yes... but the attack was consud." He stared hard at Yamato. "Are you doing this on purpose?"

The sword emitted a red pulsating glow, as if silently denying the accusation.

"Damn..." he muttered, his words laced with frustration.

"Vergil... What's going on?" Roxanne asked, now clearly worried.

Without answering, he walked over to Iridia's sword, pulling it out of the ground with a firm motion. He held the blade tightly, his eyes fixed on it as if evaluating every aspect.

"Hey, bitch, let use you," he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative. The sword, however, resisted, trembling in his hands as if rejecting his command.

Vergil's aura exploded like a wave, filling the environnt with overwhelming pressure. The ground trembled, cracks spreading around his feet as his presence reached nearly unbearable levels.

"I told you to obey ," he roared, his voice resonating like thunder. The intensity of his aura grew, engulfing him with golden flas of energy, mixing with the scarlet demonic power of Vergil.

The sword resisted for a few more monts, trembling violently in Vergil's hands as though it were silently battling his will. However, the crushing force of his aura, combined with the unwavering determination in his eyes, finally broke its resistance. The blade emitted a deep tallic sound, almost like a lant, before it fully surrendered to its new master.

"Now, let's see what you're capable of," Vergil murmured, his eyes glowing with intensity.

He positioned Iridia's sword, his golden and scarlet aura burning around him like a living hurricane. With a shout of pure strength, he unleashed a strike that carried all of his energy, power, and destructive intent.

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The blade cut through the air with a deafening sound, releasing a gust of wind so colossal it turned the environnt into pure chaos. Viviane, Roxanne, Katharina, Ada, Iridia, and Zex were thrown backward like leaves in the wind, struggling to stay on their feet as the impact swept everything around them.

The blow hit the wall ahead with brutal force, creating a flash of energy that illuminated the entire room. But when the light dissipated, what remained was... nothing.

The wall stood intact. No cracks, no signs of destruction. It was as if the attack had never existed.

"Huh?" Vergil murmured, frowning, confused.

Katharina got up from the ground, her hair disheveled by the wind. "You're kidding, right?" she asked, staring in disbelief at the immaculate wall.

Viviane adjusted her clothes, eyeing Vergil with an arched eyebrow. "Was that for real? Because it looked like a blow that could destroy a mountain..."

Roxanne, who was holding Ada to help her balance, asked with a worried tone: "Dear, was that all you had?"

Vergil ignored the comnts, narrowing his eyes at the wall. He analyzed the situation with a grim expression, Iridia's sword still firm in his hands. "That strike was consud again," he stated, his voice full of frustration.

Iridia, still on the ground, looked at him with a mix of confusion and mockery, though her voice carried a hint of irony. "Are you always this weak, or are you just trying extra hard today?"

Vergil let out a long, heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair with evident irritation. "The problem isn't , you idiot. Sothing's absorbing the impact before it can cause any damage. It's not just physical resistance — there's magic involved." He cast a glance at the swords, as if piecing together a puzzle.

Without wasting ti, he turned to Viviane. "How exactly did you acquire divine energy to create these things?"

Viviane blinked, surprised by the question. "Huh? Divine energy? I didn't use that. I made them with sacred energy. Light energy, you know?" She gestured casually. "Those are my elents: Water and Light. Nothing too complicated."

Vergil narrowed his eyes, his expression turning more serious. He muttered to himself, loud enough to be heard: "So... damn, that's exactly it."

He gripped Yamato firmly in one hand, and the sword glowed with a threatening aura. "Yamato," he ordered in a cold tone, "stop resisting. Release all your demonic power, now."

The sword began to tremble in response, as if reluctant to obey. But under the crushing pressure of Vergil's aura, the demonic energy exploded, completely engulfing the sacred energy and dominating the blade with dark and voracious intensity.

"What...?" Viviane began to ask, surprised, but Vergil raised his hand to interrupt her.

"Demons can't manipulate sacred energy," he explained, his tone sharp and direct. "Anything with a trace of Light is inherently incompatible with our power. The sword was sabotaged from the start."

Without wasting any more ti, Vergil turned to Iridia, still stunned by what she was seeing. He raised Yamato and, with a single precise movent, cut the ropes binding her hands.

"Get up," he ordered, his voice laden with authority. "Now, use your own sword and cut through that wall." He pointed at the obstacle that remained intact.

Iridia stared at him, hesitant. "Do you really think I can do that after you failed so miserably?"