svetikya Chapter 240 Mirajane the Demon
Chapter 240 Mirajane the Demon
Chapter 240 Mirajane the Demon
A sandstorm suddenly exploded in the very center of the battlefield.
It wasn't a naturally formed sandstorm, nor was it an ordinary sandstorm generated by a Devil Fruit ability. Instead, it was a more violent and unreasonable sandstorm, as if the desert itself had come alive. It compressed hundreds of tons of sand into a fist-sized dot in a fraction of a second and then exploded less than five meters in front of Im.
Im raised his right hand, his fingers spread, and the exploding sandstorm stopped less than three centimeters from his palm.
It wasn't blocked, but rather "stopped".
Tons of yellow sand froze in mid-air in that instant, each grain of sand remaining in the same spot where it was when it was blasted apart, like a movie scene that had been paused in that frame.
Mirajah's body burst forth from the center of the sandstorm, completely enveloped in sand that swirled around her fists, arms, and all around her body. The speed of this swirling was so fast that it created an illusion—you didn't see sand spinning, but rather Mirajah's entire body transformed into a rapidly spinning sand tornado.
This is sand and dust created with magic.
Satan's eyes narrowed slightly for a moment.
His Observation Haki detected Mirajane's presence.
It wasn't Mirajane's aura at this moment, but rather a deeper aura within Mirajane that shouldn't be possessed by a human.
The aura of a demon.
It's not a Devil Fruit.
It is the demon itself.
"A demon? Interesting, is this all you can do?"
"Why are you here?"
No one answered his question.
Because Mirajane's fist had already smashed into Im's palm.
Im's foot slid back half a step in that instant.
Half a step.
A very subtle smile appeared at the corner of Im's mouth.
It wasn't anger, nor surprise, but rather an expression that arises when one sees something unusual and novel, a look that carries a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny.
"interesting."
Im's five fingers snapped shut in that instant, clenching Mirajane's fist in his palm.
Mirajane felt that her right hand lost all feeling in that instant—not numbness, not pain, but as if that hand had never existed, like a complete emptiness.
But this feeling only lasted for a moment.
Because Mirajane's left hand struck Im's wrist from an absolutely impossible angle at the same instant.
Im's wrist trembled slightly.
His fingers loosened slightly.
Mirajane's body slid out through the gap, and as she slid out, her right leg swept towards Im's waist at an extremely tricky angle.
The sand spun in an arc, drawn by her right leg, tracing a perfect semicircle in the air before exploding at Im's waist.
Im leaned slightly to the left, dodging Mirajane's direct attack with his right leg, but the sand's aftershock grazed his clothes, leaving a tiny tear.
crack.
Im glanced down at the crack, then looked up at Mirajane.
"Looks like you're perfect for being dominated!"
Mirajane's body was propelled dozens of meters away by an invisible force the instant the sound landed. Her feet plowed two deep furrows in the frozen ground before being blocked by a huge rock.
Her back slammed into the rock, and countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the boulder, which was over ten meters high, at the moment of impact. But this was useless against Mirajane, because her body had already completed the full transformation from the Sand Demon to the Demon form at the moment of impact.
Her long, silvery-white hair fluttered in the gale, and demonic black wings unfurled behind her. Her hands transformed into enormous claws, their nails gleaming with a metallic sheen. A long demonic tail lashed behind her, each lash leaving a visible black trail in the air.
Devil.
Mirajane Strauss, Demon Form.
But Im's gaze lingered on Mirajane for less than half a second before shifting away, not because Mirajane wasn't strong enough, but because he sensed that there was an aura on the battlefield that was more worthy of his attention.
It was Bai Yu who was approaching him at high speed from the front.
"Kirin Gom"
Satan's voice came from behind Im.
"Don't let that woman bother Lord Im."
Qilin Gom Saint stepped out from the ranks of the Knights of God.
He was tall and slender, with a single antler on his head, wild long hair covering his snake-like neck, a pair of long beards on his face, and eyebrows and eyes that rose like flames.
He wore a dark, high-necked, button-down trench coat that extended all the way to his boots, paired with light-colored long gloves, a bow tie, and a cape adorned with epaulettes. On his left arm was a light-colored armband bearing the emblem of the Knights of God.
What's most captivating is the white ribbons wrapped around his body.
Those ribbons were not fabric, nor fabric being blown by the wind, but something more ethereal, something that seemed to seep out from another dimension.
They floated slowly around his body, sometimes wrapping around his arms, sometimes dissipating into the air, and sometimes reappearing from the void.
Characteristics of Zoan-type Devil Fruit Awakeners.
Dragon Fruit, Mythical Zoan type, Kirin form.
The fruit has awakened.
Qilin Gom Saint held a trident in his hand. The trident's blade was asymmetrical, with one side being a full hand's length longer than the other. This asymmetry was not a design flaw, but a deliberate act of malice that made it impossible to deal with using conventional blocking methods.
His eyes were closed.
It wasn't because he couldn't see, but because he was used to closing his eyes before a battle and using his Observation Haki to perceive everything about his opponent.
The opponent's aura, the opponent's attack intentions, the opponent's fear, the opponent's hesitation, everything about the opponent that can be perceived.
He closed his eyes.
But he had already seen everything Mirajane had to do.
"A Devilman? ————"
"The woman who receives the soul of a demon —"
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"interesting."
His eyes opened at that moment.
The eyes of the Kirin Gom Saint were not white, nor black, nor the color that any normal person should have. Instead, they were a color that reminded Mirajane of something in that instant, something called "dream".
That color doesn't exist in your memory, it doesn't exist in your cognition, but when you see it, your brain will tell you: you've seen this color before, in your dream, in that dream you can't remember after waking up, in that dream you think you might never remember.
The moment Mirajane saw those eyes, she felt her consciousness blur for a split second.
It wasn't that I was attacked or disturbed by anything, but rather a very natural feeling, like when you lie in bed with your eyes closed, and your body tells you it's time to sleep—that kind of vagueness.
Mirajane's demon form fluctuated briefly for a moment.
Her long, silvery-white hair lost its luster, her black wings became translucent, her claws shrank by nearly a third, and her tail stopped wagging.
Mirajane bit her lip until it bled.
The taste of blood brought her back to her senses at the last moment.
Not completely awake, but rather pulled back from the brink of falling asleep, returning to a state of "awake but still sleepy".
The state.
"Hypnosis————"
Mirajane's voice held a hint of surprise that she herself was unaware of.
Her receiving magic granted her mental resistance far exceeding that of ordinary people, and her demon form gave her a natural immunity to all mental interference attacks. However, Qilin Gom Saint's hypnotic ability penetrated her mental resistance and her demon form's immunity, directly affecting the deepest part of her consciousness.
Qilin Gom Saint's eyes gleamed slightly behind his eyelids, which had been closed for who knows how long.
"You weren't asleep?"
His voice carried a genuine surprise.
"The last person to survive this attack was that guy next to you named Shanks."
His body moved in that instant.
It's not moving, it's sliding.
His body slid across the ground at an incredible speed, so fast that the air couldn't even make way for him. So fast that the ground was scorched by the high temperature of his feet, leaving a glassy mark. So fast that Mirajane's eyes couldn't pinpoint his exact location for a moment, and could only see a blurry, indistinct shadow, like an old photograph soaked in water.
But Mirajane's Observation Haki detected him.
For a mage of her caliber, learning Observation Haki and Armament Haki is far too easy.
Mirajane, an S-class mage from Fairy Tail, the face of Fairy Tail, and a demon, her combat experience wouldn't allow an enemy who had just nearly hypnotized her to disappear from her perception.
Her claws slashed out the instant the Qilin Gom Saint appeared beside her.
The sound of claws tearing through the air was so sharp that people instinctively covered their ears. It was not a sound that any living being should make; it was the mournful cry of air being forcibly torn apart in front of you, a warning from space telling you that its structure was being destroyed.
Qilin Gom Saint's trident met Mirajane's claws.
The tip of the trident collided with the fingertips of Mirajane's claws in the air. No sound was made at the point of impact, not because the sound was absorbed, but because the air around the point of impact was completely expelled at that moment, leaving no medium for the sound to travel.
Qilin Gom Saint's body slid backward three meters after the collision.
Mirajane's body remained motionless.
The difference in strength was not apparent in this attack, because Qilin Gom Saint was not forced back, but chose to retreat on his own.
His retreat was not to dissipate force or adjust his posture, but to release something during the retreat.
His ribbons all stood up in that instant.
It wasn't lifted up by the wind, nor by the aura of dominance, but rather his will was released through those ribbons in a way that his body couldn't bear.
The ribbons drew one intricate pattern after another in the air.
"Go to sleep."
"When you fall asleep, your fears become real."
Mirajane's consciousness trembled violently for a moment, like a tree being torn apart by a storm. The trunk groaned in pain in the wind, and the roots struggled to stay connected to the earth. But the power of the storm was too great, so great that she felt she could be uprooted from the earth at any moment.
Images appeared in her mind.
It wasn't the scene she was experiencing, nor the scene she had experienced before, but the scene she feared most.
She saw Lisanna standing there.
Her sister Lisanna, the sister who was taken from this world by her out-of-control magic when she was 22, the sister who made her afraid to use receiving magic again for so many years afterward, the sister who turned her from "Majin Mirajane" into "Fairy Tail's receptionist", the sister who is her eternal scar, her eternal nightmare, and the wound that time can never heal.
Lisanna looked at her.
He didn't look at her angrily, sadly, or blamingly, but rather with a smile.
That smile was exactly the same as Lisanna's smile in her memory, a smile she hadn't seen for a very, very long time since the day she brought Lisanna back from the continent of Asia.
"elder sister."
Lisanna's voice was very soft.
Why aren't you asleep yet?
Mirajane's claws loosened their grip in that instant.
Her demon form fluctuated violently for a moment. It didn't weaken or disappear, but rather oscillated violently between "maintaining" and "disengaging," as if it were switching between the two states dozens of times per second with a switch.
Qilin Gom Saint saw this opportunity.
His trident shot out in that instant, aiming for Mirajane's chest.
As the trident tip thrust out, it was completely covered by a layer of black Armament Haki. That black Haki was not ordinary black, but the kind of black that would give your eyes a feeling of "something is wrong" when you saw it. It was an extreme black, so black that its reflectivity was close to zero, like a black hole opening its mouth in front of you.
Mirajane's body instinctively shifted three inches to the side at the last moment.
The tip of the trident did not pierce her heart, but instead grazed her left shoulder, leaving a deep wound. The blood in the wound was evaporated by some kind of power from the black aura the moment it gushed out. It was not evaporated by high temperature, but by some more bizarre power that extracted something from the blood. After losing that thing, the blood changed from liquid to solid to powder to dust to nothingness.
Mirajane lost feeling in her left shoulder.
Her left arm dropped down in that instant, like a broken rope.
But she did not collapse.
Because she regained consciousness the instant Lisanna's smile disappeared.