Chapter 498: Releasing the Wife

The chain crackled like steel about to snap. Vergil thrust his sword into the crystalline ground and ran his hand over the fiery rune that sealed Roxanne. The demonic marks tried to burn her skin, but the blue glow in her eyes devoured the crimson fire as if it were nothing.

With a single pull, the chains broke. The sound was deafening, as if an ancient prison had been undone.

Roxanne gasped, staggering for a second. But then she rose to her feet with the same imposing grace as ever. Her black and red hair fluttered like living flames, and the crimson aura exploded in waves.

The Abyss Guardian took a step back, raising his spear, but did not retreat.

Roxanne smiled. A cruel, animalistic smile.

“You dared to chain me.” Her voice echoed like thunder. “And you still breathe to boast about it?”

Without waiting for an answer, she advanced.

Her feet cracked the crystalline ground into a fiery crater. With a gesture, she summoned a sword made of fire and darkness, and the first blow came like a storm.

The Guardian raised his spear and blocked. The impact created an arc of energy that made the bone pillars tremble.

He laughed. A deep, metallic laugh, muffled by his helmet. “Trapped like an animal. Now free to die like an animal.”

Roxanne froze for a moment. The fire in her eyes transformed into pure fury.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”

She prepared another attack, but before she could thrust her blade at him, a strong hand gripped her shoulder.

Vergil.

He stood behind her, calm, firm.

“No.” His voice was low but sharp. “That insult… is mine.”

Roxanne clenched her fists, snorting like a beast. “Vergil, I’ll rip his head off…!”

But his touch was enough to stop her. His flaming blue gaze fixed on the Guardian.

And then, the smile appeared.

A cold, cruel smile that didn’t promise battle. It promised extermination.

“I will decimate you for imprisoning my wife.”

The Guardian inclined his head. “Big words for one who dares defy the eternal seal. You will die like all the others.”

Vergil walked forward slowly, each step resounding like a death knell. The black sword in his hand vibrated, yearning for blood.

“No.” He raised the blade, and his aura exploded in blue flames. “You are the only one who will die here. And I will ensure that NOTHING remains of you.”

The Obliteration

The Guardian didn’t wait. He lunged forward like lightning, the spear expanding in size, becoming a tower of darkness capable of piercing worlds.

Vergil moved too.

The impact wasn’t just physical—it was cosmic. The collision shattered the ground, cracks opening for miles across the crystal. The shadowy ceiling trembled, eyes closing in terror.

Vergil twisted, dodging another blow, and counterattacked with a blue arc. The blade sliced through space, tearing the air like paper.

The Guardian parried, but the impact knocked him back.

Vergil gave no quarter.

Darkness twisted around him, mingling with the blue flame emanating from his soul. Each blow of his sword not only wounded, but disintegrated. The Guardian, once immobile and imposing, began to retreat, pressed by the demon’s relentless fury.

Roxanne watched, her smile widening. With each attack, she saw more of the Vergil she loved: savage, arrogant, absolute.

“Show him, husband…” she whispered, her eyes shining with excitement.

The Guardian roared, striking the ground with his spear. From the impact, hundreds of black spikes erupted, trying to impale Vergil.

Vergil merely raised his free hand.

A blue magic circle appeared beneath his feet, and a colossal gale erupted. Spears of darkness were ripped from the ground and hurled back at the Guardian.

He raised his spear to defend himself, but in that instant, Vergil was upon him.

The blue blade descended.

His helmet cracked.

The Guardian staggered back, blood streaming from the fissure.

“IMPOSSIBLE!” he roared. “I am the seal! I am eternal!”

Vergil smiled. “There is no eternal before me.”

He raised his sword, and the aura exploded like an inverted sun.

Vergil’s blade grew, multiplying into reflections of itself. A hundred swords, a thousand swords, all made of darkness and blue fire. They floated around him, pointing at the Guardian.

“For every second she was trapped here…” Vergil murmured, his eyes shining like stars in fury. “You will pay.”

He pointed at the Guardian.

The thousand blades shot out at once.

The impact was absolute.

The Guardian was engulfed in a storm of slashes, each one capable of destroying fortresses. His armor was torn apart, his flesh ripped, his scream echoing until it was drowned out by the wave of destruction.

Roxanne threw up her arms, laughing, as her crimson flames joined the onslaught.

The swords pierced, cut, disintegrated. There was no defense. There was no resistance.

The Guardian tried to raise his spear one last time, but Vergil appeared before him, his main sword raised.

“Die knowing you touched what you shouldn’t have.”

He brought the blow down.

The blade pierced the Guardian’s body from head to toe.

A blue flash exploded, consuming everything.

Silence

When the light dissipated, nothing remained.

Nothing.

No body, no armor, no spear.

The Guardian had been completely obliterated, erased from existence.

Vergil breathed deeply, the sword still vibrating in his hand. His gaze returned to Roxanne.

She walked toward him, her eyes shining with angry tears, but the smile on her lips even more intense.

“Finally,” she said, touching his face. “I knew you would come.”

He smiled, resting his forehead against hers.

“Always.”

And in that abyss where darkness, chains, and curses rose, Vergil and Roxanne laughed together, the echo of destruction still vibrating off the walls.

The Guardian was dead.

The seal had been broken.

Silence still reigned in the abyss, broken only by the distant sound of cracks in the crystal, as if space itself were trying to piece itself back together after the obliteration. Vergil kept his eyes fixed on Roxanne, and the blue sword in his hand slowly lost its glow, returning to its dormant state.

He took a deep breath, watching her closely, almost as if to make sure she wouldn’t disappear.

“Roxanne…” His voice was deep, filled with a mixture of relief and suppressed anger. “How the hell did you end up here?”

She blinked slowly, her black and red hair falling in wild waves over her shoulders. A smile played on his lips, as if the answer were less important than the question.

“I…” he murmured, tilting his head to the side. “I got lost.”