My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 725: Virgil lost.

The battle between Vergil and Angelo was no longer merely a clash of strength. The space around them seemed like a mechanism being pushed beyond its limits, each movement producing invisible fissures that trembled like glass under pressure. Vergil advanced now with a new flow, the Nidhogg scythe describing controlled circles while Yamato awaited the precise moment to cut through what was already doomed.

Angelo responded with increasing brutality. His black sword fell like a pillar of ruin, forcing Vergil to twist his entire body to let the impact pass by centimeters. The scythe rose immediately, the curved blade gripping Angelo’s armored wrist and pulling with enough violence to displace the giant half a step. Yamato appeared at the same instant, tracing a blue line that opened another crack in his opponent’s living armor.

Dark energy gushed from the wound, but Angelo showed no hesitation. His body seemed to strengthen with each blow, as if the battle were nourishment. He swung his sword horizontally, a wave of force crushing the air around him. Vergil crossed Nidhogg to absorb the impact, but the monstrous weight of the blow caused the ground beneath him to give way several meters, rock and dust exploding in all directions.

Vergil slid backward, but didn’t lose control. His feet found stability amidst the broken terrain, and the scythe began to spin again in a slow arc that seemed to measure the space around him. With each rotation, he understood that weapon better. It wasn’t just reach, nor just weight. It was an instrument to guide the enemy to the point where Yamato could finish them off.

Angelo advanced again, this time with absurd speed for a body of that size. The sword descended in a crushing sequence, three blows capable of demolishing walls. Vergil dodged the first by spinning his torso, used the scythe’s handle to redirect the second, and responded to the third with a Yamato slash that opened the space before him like a blue wound.

But Angelo was already adapting.

The black sword blocked Yamato before the cut was complete. The force of the impact pushed Vergil back, and for the first time the giant seized the moment to advance without pause. A colossal punch followed, shattering the air with a dry crack. Vergil retreated half a step too late.

The blow landed.

The impact launched Vergil dozens of meters across the destroyed coliseum, his body crashing through broken columns before rolling across the cracked ground. He immediately stood up, but a trickle of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His eyes remained cold, calculating.

Angelo didn’t wait.

The giant advanced like a mountain slide, each step further breaking through the terrain. Vergil responded with circular motion, Nidhogg spinning in a sequence that resembled a deadly dance. The blade found Angelo’s knee and tore through the armor there, pulling dark energy out as if harvesting a plant.

Yamato came soon after.

A vertical slash opened the giant’s chest again.

For a moment, it seemed Vergil’s technique was finally breaking through Angelo’s monstrous defense. The colossal body took a step back, energy leaking from the open wounds. Vergil immediately advanced, pressing the advantage.

The scythe described a perfect circle around him.

When Angelo entered that circle, three blows surged in sequence so fluid they seemed like a single movement. The first pulled the giant’s arm down, the second tore the side of his torso, the third opened space for Yamato to descend like a blue lightning bolt.

The cut pierced the armor and exploded dark energy in all directions.

Angelo fell to his knees for a moment.

Vergil took a deep breath.

He knew this wasn’t the end yet.

And he was right.

Angelo’s armor began to pulse violently. The cracks opened by the blades began to close, demonic metal rebuilding itself like living flesh. The energy around the giant grew, making the air heavier with each passing second.

Vergil advanced again, but this time Angelo responded before the movement was even complete.

The black sword moved with unexpected speed.

The impact struck Nidhogg directly, hurling the scythe away before Vergil could swing it again. Yamato intercepted the second blow, but the force behind it was monstrous. Vergil was pushed several meters, his feet leaving deep furrows in the ground.

Angelo gave no quarter.

A third blow descended like a judgment.

Vergil dodged by inches, but the impact ripped the ground and sent a shockwave that threw him against a broken bleacher. Stones and dust fell around him as he rose again.

This time the blood flowed more freely down his chin.

Even so, his eyes remained calm.

He summoned Nidhogg back with a gesture of his hand, the scythe spinning through the air until it returned to his reach. The hilt met his palm, and he resumed the circular stance he had been developing.

But Angelo had changed.

The giant’s energy now pulsed like a gigantic black heart. Each of his steps made the ground vibrate, and his sword seemed heavier, more inescapable. He advanced with a brutal sequence that crushed Vergil’s defense blow after blow.

The scythe deflected two attacks.

Yamato blocked the third.

The fourth pierced the guard.

The black blade struck Vergil’s shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground with enough force to create a crater.

Vergil tried to get up immediately.

Angelo was already on top of him.

The sword descended again.

Vergil rolled to the side and counterattacked with Nidhogg, the curved blade attempting to tear the giant’s leg. Angelo retreated just enough to avoid a full cut, but responded with a devastating kick that struck Vergil’s chest.

The impact knocked the air from his lungs.

He slid across the broken ground, stopping only when his body collided with a piece of fallen column.

Still, he tried to get up.

The fight had drained far more energy than he anticipated.

Angelo advanced one last time.

Vergil raised Yamato.

The clash between the two swords produced an explosion that made the isolated sky vibrate. For a second, the two remained locked again, force against force.

But this time the outcome was different.

Angelo’s pressure increased.

More.

More.

Until Yamato was pushed down.

Angelo’s colossal fist struck Vergil’s face instantly, breaking his last resistance. His body was launched into the air and fell heavily to the floor of the destroyed coliseum.

Vergil tried to move.

His arms failed him.

His consciousness slowly faded.

Angelo remained standing, motionless, like a war monument.

Up above, Sapphire noticed.

The instant Vergil fell.

Her body froze.

For a full second, the world seemed to stop.

Then something inside her broke.

Her entire body began to tremble violently, as if a storm were trying to burst forth from within her skin. The aura around her exploded in a flash that cracked the artificial sky itself.

The blue vanished.

Above them, something different appeared.

A demonic sky opened up, vast and deep, covered in black clouds that swirled like an endless vortex. Dark rays began to crackle between the clouds, illuminating everything with violent flashes.

Sapphire was furious.

Her energy grew so fast that Dante was the first to feel it.

She turned her head slowly toward him.

Her eyes were burning.

Dante smiled.

Before he could say anything, Sapphire had already moved.

Her strike was simple.

A single slash with the colossal sword.

The impact struck Dante in the chest and launched him across the coliseum like a projectile. He pierced entire rows of stone bleachers before disappearing in a cloud of rubble.

Sapphire was already moving again.

She appeared before Angelo.

For a second the giant didn’t react.

Sapphire raised her hand.

The slap that followed wasn’t elegant.

It wasn’t technical.

It was pure fury.

The impact echoed like thunder.

Angelo was thrown through the air like a metal doll, crashing through several floating structures before disappearing into the distance.

The silence that followed was heavy.

Sapphire fell to her knees beside Vergil.

His body was motionless.

His breathing was weak.

She placed her hand on his face.

"You idiot... wake up."

Nothing happened.

She shook his shoulder harder.

"Wake up."

Still nothing.

That’s when she realized.

Something was wrong.

Vergil’s energy was... different.

Incomplete.

As if something had been ripped away.

Behind her, stones began to move. A laugh echoed through the rubble.

Dante emerged from the pile of ruins, brushing dust off his coat, his face covered in blood, but his smile wider than ever.

In his hand was a small white sphere.

It glowed softly.

Sapphire looked at it.

Dante twirled the sphere between his fingers.

"I knew he had one."

Sapphire said nothing.

The air around her began to vibrate again.

Dante raised the sphere.

"Fragment of Lucifer."

He looked at Vergil on the ground.

"It was hidden deep within his soul."

Then he opened his mouth.

And swallowed.

The white energy vanished down his throat.

Dante sighed contentedly.

"Now there are six."

He raised a finger.

"Only one left."