Chương 51: Gil DxD: Chapter 51

Freed Sellzen. The moment the scent registered, my mind immediately connected the dots. Should I kill him? … If I did, it would indirectly help the Gremory group. And right now, I had absolutely no interest in helping them after their stupidity. I weighed the decision with the same level of seriousness as choosing which shoes to wear. Eventually, what mattered wasn't whether Freed lived or died. What mattered… was the entrance. I needed something worthy.

After all, I was the Red Dragon Emperor and the King of Heroes. An entrance that lacked impact would be an insult to my own existence.

"Ddraig. Regulus. Any ideas on how I should enter?" [Kick the door down.] Ddraig suggested immediately.

"Meh. Too cliché," Regulus replied.

"I agree. That's been overused." The three of us exchanged ideas. What started as strategy quickly devolved into absolute nonsense. [Go Tarzan. Crash through a window.]"With a loincloth like an uncivilized barbarian?" [Tarzan was famous for the loincloth!]"…It might be memorable."

"You two realize I'll look like a joke instead of an intimidating threat, right?" [Fine. Just go Juggernaut Drive.] [Breakdown the Beast.] Regulus added.

"We're cleaning pests, not fighting a Top 10 monster. That's excessive." […] […Just go in already.]"Yes. Stop talking and move."

"So… the cliché entrance it is." I raised my foot. Then kicked. The double doors shattered instantly — exploding into splinters from the casual force behind the strike. The echo of the impact rolled through the empty church like thunder. At first glance, the interior seemed deserted. But my hearing told a different story. Screams. Hidden beneath the floor. A trapdoor burst open. Dozens of figures in white robes emerged — armed with silver weapons and imitation lightsaber blades.

Their expressions varied between caution, shock, and unhinged excitement.

"Heee? I thought devils were attacking," a voice laughed manically.

"But it's just a lost lamb. Hahaha! Got a death wish, kid?" The speaker stepped forward. Shoulder-length white hair. Red eyes. Madness painted across his face. Freed Sellzen. I remained calm. To me, the armed exorcists held no real value. Ants. Noise. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author's work. My true targets were the Fallen Angels below. And Asia.

"Mutts," I said quietly.

"Why don't you get out of my way? Numbers don't impress me." Their expressions twisted instantly. Pride wounded. Rage rising.

"A brat dares speak like that to me?" Freed screamed, raising his gun.

"I'll send you straight to hell!" He fired. The blessed silver bullet crawled toward me in slow motion. I tilted my head. It passed harmlessly by.

"WHAT!? WHAT THE HELL!?" Freed shrieked.

"HOW DID YOU DODGE THAT!?"

"…Annoying," I muttered.

"Disappear, worm." The world slowed. Then I moved. To everyone else, I vanished. In the next instant, my foot connected with Freed's head. I held back enough to avoid killing him. His body flew across the church and shattered through a window.

"GUAAAAAAAAAAAA!" His scream faded into the distance. Silence followed. Dozens of exorcists stared at me — their expressions cycling through disbelief, denial, fear, and shock.

"So?" I asked calmly.

"Will you leave… or die?"

"ATTACK!"

"KILL HIM!" They charged. Desperation overriding reason. I exhaled. Then snapped my fingers. A crimson magic circle bearing a dragon skull symbol expanded across the church floor. The emerald gem on my gauntlet shone. [BOOST] [TRANSFER] What followed was carnage. Their bodies ruptured instantly — unable to withstand the Red Dragon Emperor's power. Blood and fragments painted the sacred interior, turning holy ground into a slaughterhouse. Silence fell. The technique was simple. Gift.

An overwhelming blessing that mortal vessels could not endure. Y Ddraig Goch's power was absurd. Even sharing a fraction could destroy weaker beings. And I had already mastered far more than a fraction. If I activated Juggernaut Drive… I would wield Ddraig's true power. I wiped blood from my cheek. No disgust. No nausea. Only exhilaration. So this was bloodlust. Freed Sellzen. The moment the scent registered, my mind immediately connected the dots. Should I kill him? …

If I did, it would indirectly help the Gremory group. And right now, I had absolutely no interest in helping them after their stupidity. I weighed the decision with the same level of seriousness as choosing which shoes to wear. Eventually, what mattered wasn't whether Freed lived or died. What mattered… was the entrance. I needed something worthy. After all, I was the Red Dragon Emperor and the King of Heroes. An entrance that lacked impact would be an insult to my own existence.

"Ddraig. Regulus. Any ideas on how I should enter?" [Kick the door down.] Ddraig suggested immediately.

"Meh. Too cliché," Regulus replied.

"I agree. That's been overused." The three of us exchanged ideas. What started as strategy quickly devolved into absolute nonsense. [Go Tarzan. Crash through a window.]"With a loincloth like an uncivilized barbarian?" [Tarzan was famous for the loincloth!]"…It might be memorable."

"You two realize I'll look like a joke instead of an intimidating threat, right?" [Fine. Just go Juggernaut Drive.] [Breakdown the Beast.] Regulus added.

"We're cleaning pests, not fighting a Top 10 monster. That's excessive." […] […Just go in already.]"Yes. Stop talking and move."

"So… the cliché entrance it is." I raised my foot. Then kicked. The double doors shattered instantly — exploding into splinters from the casual force behind the strike. The echo of the impact rolled through the empty church like thunder. At first glance, the interior seemed deserted. But my hearing told a different story. Screams. Hidden beneath the floor. A trapdoor burst open. Dozens of figures in white robes emerged — armed with silver weapons and imitation lightsaber blades.

Their expressions varied between caution, shock, and unhinged excitement.

"Heee? I thought devils were attacking," a voice laughed manically.

"But it's just a lost lamb. Hahaha! Got a death wish, kid?" The speaker stepped forward. Shoulder-length white hair. Red eyes. Madness painted across his face. Freed Sellzen. I remained calm. To me, the armed exorcists held no real value. Ants. Noise. My true targets were the Fallen Angels below. And Asia.

"Mutts," I said quietly.

"Why don't you get out of my way? Numbers don't impress me." Their expressions twisted instantly. Pride wounded. Rage rising.

"A brat dares speak like that to me?" Freed screamed, raising his gun.

"I'll send you straight to hell!" He fired. The blessed silver bullet crawled toward me in slow motion. I tilted my head. It passed harmlessly by.

"WHAT!? WHAT THE HELL!?" Freed shrieked.

"HOW DID YOU DODGE THAT!?"

"…Annoying," I muttered.

"Disappear, worm." The world slowed. Then I moved. To everyone else, I vanished. In the next instant, my foot connected with Freed's head. I held back enough to avoid killing him. His body flew across the church and shattered through a window.

"GUAAAAAAAAAAAA!" His scream faded into the distance. Silence followed. Dozens of exorcists stared at me — their expressions cycling through disbelief, denial, fear, and shock.

"So?" I asked calmly.

"Will you leave… or die?"

"ATTACK!"

"KILL HIM!" They charged. Desperation overriding reason. I exhaled. Then snapped my fingers. A crimson magic circle bearing a dragon skull symbol expanded across the church floor. The emerald gem on my gauntlet shone. [BOOST] [TRANSFER] What followed was carnage. Their bodies ruptured instantly — unable to withstand the Red Dragon Emperor's power. Blood and fragments painted the sacred interior, turning holy ground into a slaughterhouse. Silence fell. The technique was simple. Gift.

An overwhelming blessing that mortal vessels could not endure. Y Ddraig Goch's power was absurd. Even sharing a fraction could destroy weaker beings. And I had already mastered far more than a fraction. If I activated Juggernaut Drive… I would wield Ddraig's true power. I wiped blood from my cheek. No disgust. No nausea. Only exhilaration. So this was bloodlust. Understanding arrived quietly — like a door finally opening. When I approached the cellar entrance, movement halted me. Someone emerged first.

A voice — tense, cautious, and filled with fear.

"Who… are you?" Understanding arrived quietly — like a door finally opening. When I approached the cellar entrance, movement halted me. Someone emerged first. A voice — tense, cautious, and filled with fear.

"Who… are you?"