Otaku Translation: The villain only wants to live a Buddhist life Chapter 386

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Chapter 386: is Not a Devil

Following the completion of the summoning chants, the light of summoning flashed in front of both contestants almost at the same time.

The quickest limit of was three seconds, and it could be seen that both of them were already able to reach that limit under normal conditions.

This time, wasn’t messing around—his first summon was actually a rare human-type magical spirit.

The human-type who appeared kneeling on one knee in the summoning area of the red side was a spearman decked in full armor!

For this type of magical spirit, the key focus was typically on the strength of their armor.

If the armor was special, it would usually be featured in the ultimate column in the form of passive ultimate.

But if it was just ordinary armor that wasn't even as strong as the magical spirits's own defense, it wouldn’t be recorded.

The armor worn by Mike Irving's human-type magical spirit was exuding a sinister black light. It obviously fell under the special category.

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　　[Card name: (幽城守卫)]

　　[Type: Spirit card]

　　[Level: ✪✪✪]

　　[Race: Human-type]

　　[Attribute: Normal]

　　[Magic energy: 1100]

　　[Attack: 1400]

　　[Defense: 1400]

　　[Ultimate: Nether Armor(幽城盔甲), Nether Spear (幽城枪)]

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　　[Nether Armor: Defense +300]

　　[Nether Spear: Attack +300]

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The core materials for magic cards of the [Nether] series were generally sourced from the depths of Saint Marian's dungeon, and they were very difficult to obtain.

There were plenty of duelers among the upper grade seniors who used magic cards from this series.

Mike Irving was barely considered outstanding among them.

The [Netherguard] he summoned, equipped with its own [Nether Armor] and [Nether Spear], possessed magic energy and defense values that exceeded the peak values first-tier magical spirits could achieve.

Without using any ultimates, there were very few in the first tier who could stand up to it.

When Mike Irving summoned [Netherguard], the commentator of this duel, , began giving an introduction about it. Of course, in this situation where [Netherguard]'s ultimates were somewhat on display, he wouldn't divulge any information about them.

Therefore, being a commentator was a technical job. While they couldn't reveal too much information to avoid interfering with the duel, they still had to give the audience a necessary understanding of regular magic cards.

Dark had heard about magic cards of the [Nether] series, but he didn’t know much about them.

But with a set plan in mind, he merely glanced at [Netherguard] before giving a command to who had just materialized, "Fly up, DemiDevimon!"

With a solemn expression, DemiDevimon immediately took off after appearing on the field.

It didn’t fly very fast, but similarly, [Netherguard] had yet to launch any offensive after being summoned. Instead, it erected its spear and stood guard in front of the red side’s magic ball.

Right after the Normal Summoning Spell’s three-second CD passed, the contestants on both sides immediately started their second summoning.

Dark, without a doubt, opted for [Pride III]. A dazzling black gold light began to shine from the magic card of [Pride III].

As he raised [Pride III] up high, his eyes were firmly fixed on Senior Irving opposite him.

Mike Irving had clamped a new magic card between two fingers and held it vertically in front of his eyes. His gaze was extremely sharp, completely different from his usual goofiness.

Both sides’ gazes collided in the air, clashing in the middle like an electric spark.

Almost simultaneously, the two of them abruptly shouted.

→ "Swipe, evolve!"

→ "Armor, transform!"

In an instant, the [Pride III] in Dark's hand and the [armor card] in Irving's hand simultaneously burst out with powerful light!

Illuminated by the radiance of [Pride III], the skull pattern between DemiDevimon’s eyebrows quickly vanished, the crimson symbol of [Pride] lighting up in its absence.

Black golden light wrapped around it, breaking down and restructuring its body within the light—evolution!

"Rawr!"

Exuding a violent and contemptuous aura, the fallen angel Digimon with crimson eyes emerged with a ferocious roar.

Its ragged and tattered bat wings vigorously spread out.

The black garment that clung tightly to its skin vividly displayed every single piece of sturdy muscle on its body.

Its long arms, capable of freely extending and retracting, hung down at rest, the power of darkness that symbolized death circling around its huge and sharp devil claws.

Being able to appear as the first magical spirit in front of such a large audience made feel an indescribable excitement.

It condescendingly looked at [Netherguard] in front of it, already itching to have a go with its Deathclaw.

But on the opposite side, although [Netherguard], whose armor was wrapped in black light, remained silent, the darkness seeping from the gap of its helmet as it slightly raised its head gave off an extremely sinister aura.

A liquid metal ball descended from the sky and hovered in front of [Netherguard]’s chest. As it spun, a spiderweb-like thread shot out and wrapped around [Netherguard]’s armor.

The instant the metal thread touched the armor, it blended into it, dyeing the originally pitch-black Nether standard armor into a bright silver color.

Merely a moment later, the entire armor had been completely transformed.

Even the pitch-black spear had turned into a silver spear.

[Netherguard] brandished its silver spear and pointed it at the sky, transforming into an existence akin to a silver man.

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"It's liquefied armor!"

On the commentator's tribune, Wilson, eyes gleaming with excitement, suddenly raised his voice.

Mike Irving's application of [armor card] was outstanding among the third years, and this [liquid armor] was even more so of an innovation. By converting the original armor into liquid metal form, it would reduce the armor’s consumption of magic energy.

[Netherguard], who was naturally equipped with a special armor, was an excellent carrier for this kind of armor.

Upon completing the "armor transformation", [Netherguard] was now exuding a completely different aura.

Clearly amazed by the sight of such a “transformation”, the audience in the arena broke out in unabating cheers.

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Watching [Netherguard] complete its transformation, Dark couldn't help feeling intrigued as he inadvertently recalled Mike Irving's "armor transformation" during the street duel on Valentine's day.

Gaze sharpening, he softly chuckled, "Devimon, Teleportation!"

As soon as he spoke, Devimon instantly disappeared as if it had predicted the command in advance.

Amidst a myriad of startled cries, Devimon appeared directly behind [Netherguard].

Its lips parted to reveal an evil grin, its raised arms abruptly soaring—[Deathclaw]!

"Return to defense!" Mike Irving's voice promptly rang. Despite the increase in volume, it remained sufficiently calm.

The [Netherguard] who had transformed into a silver man suddenly twisted its waist and swung the silver spear in a huge arc, ferociously sweeping towards its back!

Between the [Deathclaw] and the [Silver Spear] was the red side's magic ball, floating in the air.

Having already expected the attack, Mike Irving put his index finger and middle finger together. As magic energy flowed, he thrust up his fingers, exerting an upward force on the magic ball.

Subjected to a sudden force, it shot up like a rocket.

Devimon's eyes flashed with a red light. Seeing the magic ball escaping away from it, the [Deathclaw] that had already been unleashed continued to move ahead without the slightest hesitation. One of its hands fiercely grabbed at the spearhead of the silver spear while the other reached for [Netherguard]'s right shoulder.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Amidst a thundering noise, [Netherguard]'s silver spear was firmly grasped by Devimon as its right shoulder was violently ripped apart.

A muffled roar erupted from its helmet. The hands that were holding the spear burst out with silver light, and the metal coating of the spear began wriggling like water, suddenly spurting out!

Caught off guard, Devimon had its face sprayed by the liquid metal right there and then.

The metal stuck to its face, sticking together as if it had an awareness, turning into a metal mask that clung tightly to its skin!

The metal mask that covered its eyes, nostrils, and mouth obstinately latched onto Devimon's face.

With its vision going dark and its mouth and nose obstructed, leaving it with no way to breathe, Devimon was finding it very unbearable.

Having never experienced such humiliation before, it was about to go on a rampage.

But the next moment, its master's voice resounded clearly in its ears.

"Thousands of Death Claws."

That steady voice instantly calmed down Devimon who was in a state of blindness and suffocation.

Without hesitation, it followed Dark's command and unleashed [Thousands of Death Claws] straight ahead!

A dense power of darkness condensed on its chest, forming a rotating energy vortex.

A flurry of [Deathclaws] burst out from the vortex, storming [Netherguard] like a swarm of snakes.

[Netherguard] wanted to dodge, but its silver spear was still firmly grasped by Devimon.

When it drew its spear, its movement was inevitably slowed down.

"Abandon the spear!"

Even though Mike Irving's roar rang at this very moment, multiple [Deathclaws] had already bombarded its back.

Bang bang bang!

Several explosions rang out one after another.

[Netherguard]’s back was completely torn to shreds.

The defense power that had been further increased after undergoing transformation was still unable to withstand the critical hit of multiple [Deathclaws].

Its mere 1100 points of magic energy value bottomed out almost instantly.

Boom!

[Netherguard] was thoroughly blasted apart.

Light spots of magic energy dispersed in the air.

The audience's shouts abruptly came to a halt.

Mike Irving's expression had never been more solemn.

Tick-tock.

A new round of countdown softly started ticking.

Almost reflexively, the two contestants reached out for their cards.

The moment he grasped the two magic cards, Mike Irving's eyes lit up. Immediately, he pulled out one of the magic cards and held it up high.

"In the name of Mike Irving, magic summon——[Hanging Sword]!"

Upon the completion of the Normal Summoning Spell, a strong wind suddenly blew high up in the sky, forming a giant sword in the air.

Dark had previously experienced the might of this [Hanging Sword].

But at this time, instead of summoning a magical spirit, Mike Irving chose to directly use this Magic Charm Card. He was probably convinced that Devimon, who had lost its vision, wouldn’t be able to attack his magic ball anytime soon.

Otherwise, during the interval of summoning, even if the red side's magic ball had flown high into the sky, it still wouldn't be able to escape Devimon's [Laser Wing].

His judgment was undoubtedly correct.

Not only was Devimon unable to aim, the feeling of suffocation that resulted from its mouth and nose being blocked made it unable to move freely.

It raised its hand and tried to yank off the metal mask, but the mask made of liquid metal had completely taken root on its face. Unless it ripped off its own face, it was impossible to remove the mask.

But the pain of tearing off its face…

Magical spirits might be less sensitive to pain and other sensations, but that didn't mean they were willing to endure pain.

Devimon fell into a dilemma.

At this time, what it needed most was ultimately guidance.

And Dark lived up to its trust.

When it was needing guidance, a voice echoed in its ears through the link of its magic card.

"Fly straight, directly ahead."

And thus, Devimon resisted the feeling of suffocation and spread out its tattered devil wings.

Its flying speed was just as extremely fast.

When the gale brought by Mike Irving's [Hanging Sword] swept across the field, it had already flown back to the blue side's summoning area.

"Stop."

Following the order to the letter, Devimon immediately stopped.

The 30-second countdown above the field steadily ticked by.

The voice that no longer echoed in its ears made it realize something.

Its face that was covered by the metal mask trembled slightly. Then, it suddenly turned around and crossed its arms, putting them in a cross shape to shield its front.

Almost at the same time, the roaring gale had already rushed over.

Under the control of Mike Irving, the [Hanging Sword] with raging air currents wrapped around its blade abruptly swung down from above as if going to split the entire arena!

Boom!

The ferocious wind blade tore apart Devimon's skin.

But the [Hanging Sword] that slashed down from the front was parried by the arms swirling with the power of darkness.

Shielded by Devimon behind its body, the blue side’s magic ball was only slightly affected by the wind, swaying faintly.

Although Mike Irving's [Hanging Sword] was astonishingly powerful, Devimon was an all-rounder warrior with 2000 points of magic energy, attack, and defense each.

Even though its magic energy was consumed because of this, it managed to strenuously withstand the killing blow of the giant sword.

After unleashing this slash, the magic energy stored in [Hanging Sword] was exhausted, leaving behind a mere empty shadow floating about.

Devimon's cheek that was uncovered by the metal mask stiltedly twitched—it was smiling.

Right at this moment, it was well aware that it had perfectly fulfilled its master's expectations.

Similarly, it was just as aware that its time was about to run out…

"I offer [Devimon] as a tribute, tribute summon——[Gatomon]!"

But how could the magical spirit summoned by using it as a tribute turn out to be that annoying stinky cat?

Damn it! (〃＞皿＜)

As it seethed, Devimon, whose magic energy value was still above 50%, turned into light on the spot.

The light surging upward blended together with the white light emitted from [Gatomon]'s magic card, forming a mysterious and complicated tribute summoning array.

Carrying on Devimon's "legacy", [Gatomon], the incarnation of pride and light, magnificently made its appearance!

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Gatomon, who emerged from the tribute summoning array, slightly raised its head, seemingly seeing DemiDevimon's soul gradually ascending to the sky and floating towards a faraway dreamland.

Without the slightest bit of attachment, it began moving its hands, slowly warming up.

As of now, Dark still had four magic cards in his hand.

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　　[Pride Ⅰ]

　　[Meowth]

　　[Blinking Spell]

　　[Honedge]

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