Rokuya could not be bothered to explain anything to a depraved Demon. He drew a deep breath, his once-gentle eyes now filled entirely with icy killing intent and savage fighting spirit. He could feel the Arcana Power boiling inside him, as well as the faint hunger brought on by such an intense burst of power. Ending fights quickly had always been his style, especially when Kanae was still watching behind him.
System, activate my ultimate.
Rokuya issued the command in his mind.
[Ding! Spent 5,000 Gratitude Points. Invincible Might activated. Warning: forcibly bearing the Demon Body with the host's current constitution will cause extreme hunger and physical exhaustion. Please finish the battle within three minutes.]
As the system's cold notification ended, the air throughout the main hall seemed to freeze in an instant.
A terrifying pressure ten, a hundred times more violent than before erupted from Rokuya. The azure light that had coated only his blade and a thin layer over his body surged out like a flood bursting through a dam, forming solid-looking arcane armor that covered him piece by piece with resounding metallic clangs.
From bracers and pauldrons to breastplate and armored boots, in the blink of an eye, an armored warrior who seemed to have walked out of an ancient battlefield of demon gods stood before Doma. Mysterious runes flowed across the azure armor. Beneath the faceplate, only a pair of eyes burning with spectral blue flames remained-cold, merciless, and indifferent to all life.
"What... what is this..." Doma involuntarily retreated half a step. The muscles in his face, whose expression had not changed in a hundred years, began twitching uncontrollably. He could not understand it, could not understand it at all. This was no Breathing Style. It was not even a power humans should