Chapter 134: Mandala of Infinite Divine Weapons Descend
"Come forth, Platinum Star! Descend, O blades of salvation!"
Haru, holding Michael, raised his head and cried out. His slender frame began to glow with an intense golden aura—the radiance of magical power.
A brilliant golden mandala materialized above Haru, its vast petals covering the sky above Kuoh Academy. Within each intricate section of the mandala, the image of a Sacred Gears shimmered.
A quick glance revealed a staggering number—thousands upon thousands. Each Sacred Gear, like Haru himself, pulsed with golden light.
Vali's eyes narrowed as he saw the vast array of Sacred Gears above, particularly the Dragon Slayer weapons among them. He exchanged a look with Azazel, then quietly slipped away from the scene.
Azazel, his expression a mask of exaggerated shock, stared at the spectacle above. "Whoa! Are those... real Sacred Gears?"
Sirzechs, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, murmured, "That's... an incredible number. And those auras... are they all genuine? Did he gather them from the Dimensional Gap? Could that be... an entire world's collection of Sacred Gears?"
The vast array of Sacred Gears detached from the mandala and formed a dazzling curtain of light in the sky.
A low hum resonated through the air, as every Sacred Gear pointed towards the three descendants of the Old Maou, their holy auras radiating outwards, unrestrained.
Silence descended upon the battlefield.
The three Old Maou descendants, their faces pale with terror, felt the overwhelming pressure of the holy energy bearing down on them. Beads of sweat trickled down their foreheads.