Time Chamber In DxD

Chapter 27

The motion of swinging his arms consumed one calorie too many and his body decided to shutdown in order to conserve energy.

The last words he heard were of Baraquiel cursing his entire lineage to hell and back.

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|DxD|

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Baraquiel and Azazel were at the former's home. It was now around 14:00, meaning it had been roughly 4 hours since Igor had won. Right now, the blonde was sleeping in the guestroom upstairs while Baraquiel and Azazel were sitting in the dining room. Shuri had already left half-an-hour ago to pick up Akeno from school, leaving the two fallen to continue discussing the contents of the battle.

Briefly enjoying the ruffling sounds of the tree leaves coming in through the open window, Azazel stretched his hand to take a batch of chips before speaking.

"Don't feel so bad about losing, brother. Remember, the brat said it himself. He had a decade to train for the fight against you."

Baraquiel also stretched out his hand to reach into the packet of chips. He seemed unnerved but a trace of unease could be noticed.

"But 10 years? All it took was 10 years, brother? Even without that red aura boosting his power, his base strength is higher than mine. In fact...were it not for me using the Phenex tears, my loss would've been more miserable."

Although Baraquiel had pride, he also knew when to admit defeat. He was thoroughly convinced of his loss. What he couldn't accept was that just after almost ten years of training, Igor could easily defeat him.

But Azazel cut off his thoughts.

"It's not just ten years."

Taking the time to chew, he swallowed before continuing.

"He's probably trained for a few decades. The last ten were what he needed to surpass you."

"How are you so sure?"

"I asked Cleria. She had paid attention to him a few years ago. She told me that just five years ago, he was barely middle-class and since all he did was kill a few ruffians, she didn't bother him. So in my opinion, what was possibly five or six years to us were more than five decades of solid training for him."

Looking at his brother's serious expression, Baraquiel's own gaze also turned serious.

"How sure are you?"

"Completely. I just checked the brat for a sacred gear and yet all I found within him was something similar to an hour-glass. If I'm right, which I am, then the coveted time chamber Aryans were known for using is within him."

Baraquiel widened his eyes. He knew what would happen if word of this got out. Not only was the blonde Aryan, but he possessed the exact same artifact the Aryans were annihilated for. The Aryans were already a stronger variant of the human race. But what made them even more fearsome was the immense power they had. No other race in the entire world could deploy an army comprising of thousands of humans comparable to the strength of ultimate-class devils. The other races didn't dare to undermine the Aryans. It also helped that the Aryans were known for their relatively secluded lives in their personal dimension.

But when everyone caught wind of the reason why Aryans were so strong was because of their time chamber, it was like the opening of Pandora's box. Greed and envy brewed in the supernatural world for years. It wasn't until the early 20th century that under the leadership of a few gods, dozens of different races began launching subtle attacks at the bases of the Aryans on Earth. They were also aided by the First World War since attacks were easier to launch. The Aryans did try to fight back at first. But with quite literally, millions of entities attacking them, their meagre numbers couldn't bring any results. In the end, the Aryans decisively secluded themselves in their dimension and were not heard from again for two decades.