Chương 23: Growing Scottish 5

He took off at breakneck speeds towards where he sensed Irina's aura disappear. The second he did though, he felt the exact same thing happen to Kiba and Xenovia.

Before he was even half way there though, less than ten seconds later, he felt Xenovia and Kiba's aura's appear again and they travelled quite an impressive speed as they ran in the opposite direction.

There was a good few miles between where he met Azazel and where he felt Irina disappear, so by time he reached his destination, over two minutes had passed.

"A barrier, huh?" Yarden mused, stopping mid-air and looking down at the forest below him. Half of it was sectioned off by a massive dark coloured swirling barrier.

It was a pretty impressive barrier for sure. Way beyond anything the likes of Freed or any low level Fallen Angel could set up, hell he doubted a barrier of this size could be cast by even Rias Gremory or Sona Sitri.

So that meant, this was Kokabiel then most likely.

Good, good.

Yarden stopped flapping his wings to keep himself a float and fell hundreds of feet towards the barrier, flipping around mid-air once as he did and straightening both legs straight out.

His double-mule kick pierced straight through the barrier, like a sledgehammer on a pansy boys nose, a sound akin to shattering glass ringing out loudly, though the holein the barrier was only as large around as his body was long.

As soon as he smashed his way inside though, he felt three distinct holy energies immediately, Irina, Freed and another, vastly more powerful one, a massive ocean of power that dwarfed even his own.

…In his base stat at least. And didn't even come close to Serafall's power.

And nothing he couldn't hand either.

His wings flapped hard enough to generate a sonic boom and he launched rapidly through the air to where he sensed the three of them, closing the hundreds of feet distance in moments.

He landed not far off from them, a few dozen feet at best, the sheer force of his landing as he did, making the ground shake like an earthquake.

"Hoh, who's this then?" a deep baritone voice hummed from above him in the sky, the owner of the vast power he could feel, "I wasn't aware there was someone this powerful hiding around here."

Yarden ignored him, his eyes instead went to the other two. Specifically, two the tall, slender white haired youth standing with his foot pressing down on the head of a familiar twin-tailed girl, her black combat bodysuit absolutely shredded and showing off her voluptuous breasts and toned stomach clearly, her body beaten and bruised quite badly all over, and dozens of cuts oozing blood across her the expanse of her torso, though quite specifically all avoiding her breasts, clearly intentionally.

Irina, looking barely conscious had her lovely violet eyes go wide, "D-devil-kun?" she stuttered, looking at him in shock.

"Oi," Yarden glared at Freed, "Where do you think you're putting your foot you faggot twink?" and then let his magical aura flare out ominously, like a blazing inferno and directed a wave of killing intent towards the white haired former exorcist.

"Eeeh!" Freed went wide eyed and jumped back on instinct, "The hell is this crazy devil fucker!? I almost wet my pants there! Poor little Timmy would have to smell the piss later!"

Yarden ignored the twink for now that he was away from Irina and made his way over to her, "You okay?" he asked.

"I-I'll live," Irina coughed, still staring wide eyed at him, "…B-but what are you doing here?"

"Didn't I tell you?" he smirked, "It would be a shame for a girl as beautiful as you to be killed because of someone as insignificant as Kokabiel."

Despite the situation, Irina's cheeks warmed up, "…Ah, you were actually being honest about that?" her lips twitched up.

"I only say what I mean," Yarden replied, then pat her gently on the head, "You rest here for now, I'll take care of this guy." he assured her confidently.

"W-wait!" Irin's eyes widened again as he turned away from her, "He's so strong, way stronger than we thought possible, you could di-"

"Trust me, this won't take long." Yarden assured her, giving her a confident smile before finally deigning to give Kokabiel his attention.

Or at least the attention of his eyes. His senses had never once left the bastard since he got within this barrier in case he did actually try something with Yarden's back turned.

"Bold words devil boy," Kokabiel snorted down at him, a tall, slender man that was probably once incredibly handsome, but hate had twisted his features to almost horribly bat-like, his face gaunt, ears long and tipped like an elves and his chin jutting down long like an arrow, crimson red eyes glinting with the desire for battle, "Are you sure you can back them up in the face of one such as I?" as he finished, Kokabiel raised his hand and holy power spread across the sky.

A mere second later, thousands of huge spears of light longer than Yarden was tall filled up the sky, so many in number it almost blotted out the roof of the barrier.

In response, Yarden merely snorted, with a thought the gauntlets of Delete Field manifesting in an instant, "By my right as the greatest son of Scotland, I declare your use of light invalid." he declared and clicked his fingers.

As he did, a massively ripple spread out throughout the area, spreading across the insides of the barrier almost instantly, faster than the eyes could see.

And as it did, the thousands of huge light spears, fizzled completely out of existence.

"You…what did you do!?" Kokabiel's eyes went wide in shock and horror.

He must have realised, that it wasn't only the light spears that disappeared, but also his ability to use light as well. And as long as he was within the range of Delete Field, he would never be able to use it.

"Hmph," Yarden snorted arrogantly, holding out his hand. A blaze of golden fire ignited in the air and from it, a familiar crimson red, basket handled claymore appeared in his grasp, "I just used the power God and Scotland bestowed on me to negate your power, now it's about time for me to kick your scrawny arse boy."