My Wives are Beautiful Demons Chapter 227 Demonic Retribution

His body seed to float, yet at the sa ti, it engulfed the very air with his fury, as if his re existence distorted reality itself. The edges of his form twisted, and a wild, chaotic energy began to corrupt the very lines of his being, as if sothing unnaable was taking shape behind him.

The transformation was so intense that Vergil no longer seed human.

Wu Tian watched, and for the first ti, felt a chill run down his spine.

Vergil's skin turned a bluish-gray, cold and spectral, while his veins pulsed with an ethereal energy, flowing like the heartbeat of a primordial entity. His features grew even sharper and more intimidating, every contour of his face carrying a predatory perfection.

But the most terrifying thing was what erged behind him.

Spectral wings, translucent and shadowy, spread from his back, like the fragnts of a celestial being corrupted by absolute power. They were not solid—they seed to be made of pure energy, vibrating and undulating as if they were on the verge of tearing space itself apart.

His face disappeared completely, replaced by sothing even more nacing: a demonic mask, a sinister elongated helt, whose crest glead like a spectral blade. The eyes that once burned with a vivid red were now cold, empty slits, filled with an absolute frigidity—a gaze that knew no weakness, no rcy, no hesitation.

Vergil raised a hand, flexing his fingers, feeling his new form pulse with unimaginable power.

Then, he smiled.

"Now... it's my turn."

The ground beneath his feet sank under the re pressure of his presence.

The true battle was about to begin.

Wu Tian clenched his fists.

He knew that this form was dangerous.

Very dangerous.

"Looks like... we'll have to take this seriously after all."

Wu Tian's voice was firm, but there was a different weight to it now. It wasn't just determination—it was the recognition of a worthy opponent.

He closed his eyes for a brief mont, exhaled slowly, and then...

His body began to change.

His muscles expanded, his presence beca colossal, and his silhouette grew until he resembled a titan from ancient mythology. Dense golden fur sprouted from his skin, covering him like the pelt of an untad beast. His teeth beca sharp fangs, and his eyes burned like twin suns, filled with an ancient power.

And then, the armor erged.

Plates of raw iron, black as the night itself, covered his body in layers, as if forged by divine fire. They fit perfectly, giving him an almost warrior-like appearance—a cross between a sacred monk and a war beast.

Wu Tian looked at his own hands, now larger, heavier, feeling the titanic strength coursing through his veins.

He had beco sothing close to his master. Sothing close to Sun Wukong.

He lifted his gaze toward Vergil. The ruined city, the sundered sky, the world watching.

And then, with a fierce smile, he stepped forward.

"Co, Demon King."

And the world trembled at the imminent clash of two titans.

They charged at each other once more, their presences colliding like two suns on a collision course.

CLANG!

The clash of Yamato against Ruyi Jingu Bang made space itself contort. The shockwave swept through the illusory Vatican like a divine hurricane, tearing down cathedrals, shattering columns, and turning the statues of saints into dust. The battle dinsion was collapsing from the sheer force of their attacks... after all...

But no blow landed—only counterattacks.

Vergil delivered a slash so fast that his blade seed to teleport—but Wu Tian foresaw it. His staff moved at the last possible instant, redirecting the sword at an impossible, flawless angle, without breaking his rhythm or losing sight of his opponent.

Wu Tian surged forward, spinning his staff like a whirlwind of destruction—but Vergil was no longer there. He reappeared behind the warrior, Yamato poised to pierce through his spine, but Wu Tian was already twisting, deflecting the strike before it could connect.

Nothing landed.

Nothing missed.

Every strike was countered before it was even completed.

Every attack beca an opening for the other's retaliation.

And reality began to pay the price.

The sky cracked like fractured glass. Black rifts erged on the horizon, as if space itself was buckling under the absurd pressure of their battle. The dinsion could no longer withstand it…

The illusory Vatican began collapsing in every possible way.

Buildings folded in on themselves, as if ti and space had lost all aning. The streets inverted, spiraling into the sky like broken tendrils.

The very ground shattered into floating plates, fragnts of reality spinning in every direction.

Vergil blocked a strike and slid backward, effortlessly floating in midair.

Wu Tian landed on one of the suspended ruins, his staff spinning between his fingers.

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And then… they moved again.

BOOOOOOM!

The impact created sothing akin to a black hole at the center of the dinsion, sucking in light, sound, and matter itself.

Ti seed to stop for an instant.

The shockwaves tore through space, creating fractals of destruction, each fragnt of reality imploding in an endless cascade of absolute chaos.

The bells of the cathedrals rang by themselves, their distorted echoes resounding in the void as the very concepts of sound and silence blended together.

Vergil and Wu Tian did not stop.

Their blows did not land, yet they never missed.

They were beyond technique.

Beyond strategy.

This was the very concept of battle, elevated to its absolute peak.

Vergil grinned, his cold eyes gleaming amidst the dinsional apocalypse.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! YES! THIS IS IT! THIS IS WHAT I WANTED!"

Wu Tian spun his staff one last ti, his gaze unwavering.

"Then let's see… who tires out first."

They vanished once more, as the dinsion erupted around them…

CRACK!

A fissure tore through space, a rupture in existence itself spreading like veins of destruction.

BOOOOOOOOM!

Shockwaves ricocheted between the two warriors, each clash between Yamato and Ruyi Jingu Bang unleashing torrents of pure energy that shredded what remained of the illusion.

The artificial universe trembled, contorted, struggled to hold itself together…

Then—

Silence.

For a mont, everything froze.

Ti seed to hesitate.

The air grew heavy.

And then—

CRAAAAACK!

The sky split in two, the final fracture expanding until it consud everything.

The illusion collapsed.

The entire dinsion shattered like fragile glass…

And they fell back into reality.

The dark skies of Ro welcod them once more, the cold, unchanging stars shining above, as if nothing had happened.

Vergil and Wu Tian were hurled backward, each propelled by the sheer force of the other's final strike.

Their feet scraped against the ground, carving craters as they skidded for ters, until finally coming to a stop.

The dust settled.

The winds howled between the sacred buildings.

And for the first ti…

They were back in the real world.

They locked eyes with knowing smiles, their bodies still vibrating from the intensity of the battle.

But then…

Wu Tian felt it.

A shiver ran down his spine. Sothing was wrong. Very wrong.

The presence behind him… was even more terrifying than Vergil's.

He turned in an instant, his golden eyes narrowing at the sight before him.

Pope Adrian was on his knees, trembling like a worm, his hands clasped together in a desperate prayer. But no one in hell would answer his pleas.

Because resting carelessly atop his head was the heel of a woman.

She wore a tight black leather outfit, so form-fitting it seed stitched directly onto her skin, and her curves exuded a cruel sensuality. A pair of sharp, crimson eyes glead as they noticed his presence.

Sepphirothy smiled.

"Oh, you're back." She waved lazily at Vergil, as if casually greeting him on a stroll. "How about you two stop playing around before I have to co over there and beat you both personally?"

Her voice was a venomous lody, sothing between flirtation and threat.

Vergil didn't care.

But Wu Tian?

He swallowed hard.

'Damn it… if it were anyone else…'

Knowing this wasn't the ti for a fight, he sighed, allowing his beastly form to fade. His muscles returned to normal, the fur receded, and he sheathed Ruyi Jingu Bang.

"You attack the Vatican first, and now you want to talk?" Wu Tian growled, crossing his arms.

Sepphirothy rely raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise as she shifted her foot slightly, pressing the pope's head further into the ground.

"Oh, of course, that's exactly what I was trying to understand."

Then, she turned to Vergil, her eyes gleaming with amusent.

"My dear son, could you explain to why, exactly, you decided to attack God's sanctuary while I was away? Seriously, I leave for two weeks, and when I return, I find you reducing the Vatican to ashes?"

Her almost theatrical tone contrasted with the hidden nace in every word.

Vergil didn't hesitate.

"Ask him." He replied, pointing at Pope Adrian.

Sepphirothy slowly turned her gaze to the old man.

"Speak, dog."

The air grew heavy.

The pope swallowed dryly, his skin turning cadaverous. His mouth opened, but his voice ca out as an agonized whisper.

"W-We were… conducting… e-experints…"

Sepphirothy narrowed her eyes, her expression hardening.

"What kind of experints?" Her voice was now ice-cold, devoid of emotion.

But she already knew the answer.

Vergil smirked darkly and delivered the final blow:

"The kind you do with children. And when they fail… they kill them. Rape them. Dismber them. That kind of experint."

The atmosphere froze.

Vergil noticed the shift in Wu Tian's gaze.

The celestial warrior, who had been solely focused on battle before, was now seething with fury.

And Vergil laughed with disdain.

"They sent you here without even telling you, didn't they?"

Wu Tian clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together.

"Bastards…"

But there was no ti for argunts.

Sepphirothy smiled… a smile that was anything but human.

"Oh, I see…"

She lifted her foot, moving with an almost elegant disinterest, and then—

CRACK!

She kicked Adrian away.

The old man slamd brutally into a wall, his body bending unnaturally as a jet of blood sprayed from his mouth.

"UGHAAAARGH!!"

He scread in pain, his bones scread together, and his skin turned as pale as a corpse.

But Sepphirothy wasn't finished.

She walked slowly towards him, her footsteps echoing in the absolute silence of the night.

Within seconds, she had him by the neck, her fingers sinking into his flesh like claws.

Her red eyes shone, cold and empty.

"Actually..." She began, her voice low but implacable.

"We are in a different position in the planet's hierarchy. Many think that it's us, the demons, who are the real cause of the chaos. But for over a thousand years, we've kept our word and not started any conflicts..."

The air shook around her.

"However..."

Her fingers tightened.

The Pope choked, his face turning purple, the veins bulging like worms under his skin.

"You've been breaking the non-aggression pact for so ti now."

His voice was like whispered thunder, charged with an ancient, deep and implacable hatred.

"First, you attacked the Queens' daughters."

His eyes glowed like infernal coals.

"Then they attacked a Demon King."

The Pope began to tremble, absolute fear consuming his body.

"And now..."

Sepphirothy tilted his head, his lips curving into a sadistic smile.

"They were raping children and tarnishing our reputation in our territory."

Adrian shivered violently.

And then-

SQUELCH!

His scream of terror echoed through the city as Sepphirothy plunged his fingers into his right eye and ripped it out rcilessly.

SQUASH!

Blood and ocular matter exploded between her fingers, flowing like a hot, viscous river.

She threw him to the ground, as if he were nothing more than a useless sack of at.

Adrian scread.

He scread like a pig on the verge of slaughter.

But Sepphirothy was not moved.

She held out her hand, and a strange blade took shape in her fist.

Vergil arched his eyebrows. He had never seen that weapon before...

"Demonic retribution, old man."

And in a single movent, it cut off the Pope's right arm.

SPLURTCH!

Blood gushed out like a macabre fountain, dyeing the ground scarlet.

Adrian fell to one side, writhing in agony.

But Sepphirothy didn't stop.

She raised the blade again...

And, without hesitation -

CUT OFF HIS LEFT LEG.

SQUELCH!

The Pope's last cry echoed through the Vatican.

And then, all that remained was silence.