My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 727: Zero restrictions.

The wind that blew through the suspended ruins of the coliseum carried dust, fragments of stone, and the residue of countless energies that had collided on that battlefield. In the center of that devastated scene, Vergil remained motionless for a few seconds after rising. His blue eyes were fixed on Dante, but his face remained completely neutral, as if the death he had just experienced had been only a minor inconvenience.

Then he slowly moved his neck to one side.

A dry crack echoed in the air.

Then to the other side.

Another crack.

It was a simple gesture, but laden with something heavy, something that made even the surrounding air seem denser.

Vergil then looked away from Dante and looked at Sapphire.

She was still there, a few meters behind him, her entire body enveloped by that violent aura that made the demonic sky above the coliseum continue to slowly spin. Black lightning still tore through the clouds while the gigantic sword in her hand vibrated with accumulated energy. For a moment, she seemed ready to move forward again.

But Vergil spoke first.

"Go get Alice."

His voice was calm, controlled, as if he were merely giving a trivial instruction.

Sapphire frowned immediately. "Vergil—"

He raised his hand slightly, interrupting any argument before it even began. His eyes finally turned completely to her, and there was something different there now.

Something cold.

Something utterly serious.

"Thank you."

Sapphire blinked, surprised.

Vergil continued, his voice still low, but now carrying an almost ironic tone. "For getting angry when I was hurt."

Silence hung between them for a moment.

Sapphire’s body still trembled with the energy exploding within her. It was evident that every instinct told her to stay there, to fight alongside him, to crush Dante and anything else that tried to stand between them.

She opened her mouth to protest.

But then she met Vergil’s gaze.

And she understood.

He wasn’t asking.

He was deciding.

That look held no doubt.

He was serious.

The demonic energy that had previously leaked from Sapphire’s body began to slowly recede, as if being pulled back inside her. The demonic sky above the coliseum began to dissipate, the dark clouds slowly swallowed by the void as the lightning bolts disappeared one by one.

She let out a small, irritated sigh.

But she didn’t argue anymore.

The next instant, her body vanished.

There was no sound.

There was no visible movement.

She simply ceased to be there.

The speed at which Sapphire moved was so absurd that to any ordinary observer it would have seemed like instantaneous teleportation.

Vergil observed the empty space where she stood for a second before turning his attention forward.

His blue eyes landed on Dante again.

But something had changed.

It was no longer a simple one-on-one.

Because beside Dante, the space distorted slightly.

A figure emerged.

Angelo appeared beside him like a shadow taking shape, his black armor reflecting the remnants of energy that still coursed across the battlefield. His presence was overwhelming, a mass of brute force condensed into a single entity.

Dante glanced to the side and smiled broadly at the sight of his ally.

"Ah, great." He rested the Rebellion sword on his shoulder as he looked back at Vergil. "Now it’s fairer."

He rested the Rebellion sword on his shoulder as he looked back at Vergil. "Now it’s fairer."

Vergil remained silent for a few seconds.

His eyes shifted from Dante to Angelo.

Then back to Dante.

He took a single deep breath before finally speaking.

"Your organization..." His voice was low, but each word seemed to cut through the air around him. "...first attacked my precious Viviane."

His fingers slowly closed around the Yamato’s hilt. "Then, those same idiots tried to kill my subordinates."

The wind howled through the ruins as the energy around his body began to react. "Spectre tried to kill me inside my own mind."

The ground beneath his feet began to vibrate slightly.

The small stones scattered around began to tremble, as if reacting to the increasing pressure emanating from his body.

Vergil then tilted his head slightly. "And now..." His eyes returned to Dante. "...you’re trying to kill me." A pause. "...and steal something that’s inside my soul."

Then Vergil laughed.

It wasn’t a loud, uncontrolled laugh like Dante’s.

It was a brief laugh.

Cold.

Almost amused.

"How convenient."

The demonic energy within him began to grow.

First slowly.

Then exponentially.

It was like watching a nuclear reactor overload.

The energy didn’t explode outwards immediately. It accumulated, being compressed more and more within Vergil’s own body. The air around him began to distort slightly, invisible waves traversing the space as his presence grew heavier and heavier.

The ground cracked.

Fragments of stone began to levitate around him.

Dante frowned slightly as he noticed this.

"...Hey."

Angelo said nothing, but his posture shifted slightly.

They could feel it.

This wasn’t just raw power.

It was something being released without restraint.

Vergil then slowly lifted Yamato.

His eyes were completely cold now.

No anger.

No hesitation.

Just absolute decisiveness.

The demonic energy around him continued to grow, pulsing like a colossal heart about to explode.

Then he spoke.

"This is good." His voice echoed through the field of ruins. "Because now..." A wave of energy swept through the entire coliseum. "...I don’t need to hold back anymore." The silence that followed lasted only a second.

Vergil tilted his head slightly as he observed the two.

"I will kill you." He declared.

The words echoed through the ruined coliseum like an inevitable sentence. There was no scream, no uncontrolled rage in Vergil’s voice. It was just a simple statement, spoken with the coldness of someone who had already made an irrevocable decision.

Then the aura began to grow.

At first it was just a perceptible increase, a subtle pressure that made the air vibrate and small particles of dust begin to rise from the broken ground. But the growth didn’t stop. The demonic energy continued to increase, expanding in ever denser waves that accumulated around Vergil’s body like an ocean being compressed into a single point.

Seconds later, it no longer looked like a simple aura.

It looked like a power plant.

A living factory of demonic energy.

Unlike a common demon, whose body and soul existed as separate entities, Vergil was an absolute anomaly. His body was his soul, and his soul was his body. There was no division between essence and matter. Every fiber of his being was simultaneously flesh, spirit, and condensed demonic energy.

This completely changed the rules.

While a common demon possessed a limited reservoir of power, Vergil functioned as a living reactor. His soul continuously generated demonic energy, and this energy strengthened his physical body. A stronger body could withstand more energy. More energy further strengthened the body.

The process then repeated itself.

And repeated itself.

And repeated itself again.

A cycle of constant growth, an internal production of energy that fed on itself while generating even more power.

An endless engine.

A chain reaction.

A veritable living nuclear bomb.

The ground beneath Vergil’s feet began to crack as the spiritual pressure increased. Fragments of stone began to levitate around him as the air distorted as if compressed by an invisible force.

Normally, Vergil would never do something like this.

For years he had needed to learn to control that absurd nature. There was a time when his energy generation surpassed his own body’s capacity to keep up, causing internal collapses, spiritual ruptures, and damage that nearly destroyed his existence.

He had spent a long time learning discipline.

Learning limits.

Learning to restrain that impossible machine that existed within him.

But at that moment...

Vergil simply decided he didn’t care anymore.

His lips curved into a small, cold smile.

"You know what..."

The energy continued to grow.

The spiritual pressure was now so intense that the very space around him seemed to vibrate in irregular waves.

"...fuck it."

He slowly raised Yamato while looking at Dante and Angelo.

His eyes gleamed with an absolutely terrifying calm.

Then he spoke.

"Restraint."

The energy around him trembled.

"Level zero."

In that same instant, the invisible seal that kept that reaction under control was simply removed.

Vergil’s aura exploded.

It wasn’t just a surge of energy.

It was a catastrophic release.

A demonic storm emerged from his body, tearing the sky above the coliseum as if reality itself were being ripped open from within. The dark clouds were instantly replaced by a deep red firmament, dense as coagulated blood.

Lightning began to strike.

But these were no ordinary lightning bolts.

They were black discharges, mixed with demonic blue energy, streaking across the sky in chaotic patterns while monstrous thunder echoed through the dimensional void.

The wind turned into a storm.

The ruins of the coliseum began to tremble violently.

Vergil stood still at the center of it all, his cloak billowing behind him as demonic energy continued to erupt from his body in ever-increasing waves.

He seemed like the epicenter of a cataclysm.

His eyes were fixed on Dante.

The smile on his face was not one of anger.

It was one of anticipation.

Finally...

He no longer needed to hold back.