Chapter 475

Like a demon that had been imprisoned for many years and only just now released, an endless aura of intimidation instantly radiated outward, spreading in every direction.

Meliodas's golden hair was blown into slight disarray.

"Clang!"

A broken-blade sword shot out from behind Meliodas, a dragon coiled around its hilt.

Though it was nothing more than a broken-blade sword, when Meliodas swung it in his hand, a wind force fiercer than Estarossa's appeared.

It directly blew away the intimidating aura Estarossa had spread outward.

A cold glint flashed through Estarossa's eyes, and the staff in his hand was raised straight at Meliodas.

Channeling his own magical power, a dazzling light appeared at the tip of the staff; under Estarossa's control, a giant, blazing orb of light shot straight at Meliodas.

"Full Counter!"

Faced with this enormous orb of light, Meliodas's expression did not change in the slightest.

His right hand gripped the hilt firmly, and he suddenly swung it forward.

"Clang!"

After the broken blade's hilt touched the orb of light, there was no explosion or any other reaction.

Only a crisp, pleasant chime rang out, and Estarossa's orb of light seemed to have been magnified several times over.

It flew back toward him at an even swifter speed.

"A magic that can reflect attacks? And one that can amplify their power several times over?"

Estarossa's face stiffened slightly; he had not expected that anyone could learn such a heaven-defying magic.

He was called the Demon King, and he had dabbled in all manner of magic, able to easily copy other people's spells.

But at this moment, Estarossa discovered that he could not copy the other's magic.

He could only wait helplessly for the orb of light to arrive.

With no other choice, Estarossa could only hastily raise a layer of blood-red rain shield in front of himself.

"Bang!"

A tremendous explosion rang out, and the blast of the orb swept away a great deal of the surrounding ground.

The entire ground began to crumble apart continuously, and Estarossa's figure was swallowed up by the explosion as well.

Smoke and dust spread outward along with the blast; only when the smoke gradually cleared was Estarossa's figure visible within.

Apart from looking somewhat frail, he did not seem to have taken any damage.

"It's useless. In this state, any damage inflicted on my physical body will be nullified."

"Although I don't know whether you are people from another world, today I advise you to take your companions and leave sooner rather than later."

If he could, Estarossa truly did not want to make an enemy of the person before him.

At this moment he even wished Meliodas would simply withdraw, even if it meant wasting the lives of over ten thousand people for nothing.

Estarossa did not want to lose a single one of the Twelve Holy Shields either; they were the Albion Empire's strongest weapons.

But the moment those words left his mouth, a miserable shriek had already come from not far away.

It was the demon Bleideman from Zeldris's book, who possessed every curse technique of the Jiugui Sect.

In the span of a single exchange, he had already been killed in one strike by Escanor, who was at his strongest during the noon period.

A sky-blazing wave of searing heat swept in, and Bleideman's body had already been melted beyond recognition.

The black cloak on his body had long since been burned to black ash, and the entire stretch of ground looked as though it had been roasted by flames—pitch-black, with even some embers still flowing across it.

"Impossible! Bleideman actually..."

Estarossa drew in a sharp breath, shouting out in shock.

His face instantly turned ugly, and his whole body had even begun to tremble.

Even as one of the twin pillars of the Twelve Holy Shields, he probably could not have done it so easily—utterly defeating Bleideman in one stroke.

Yet the burly man before him, who resembled a towering mountain of a giant, had already accomplished this very thing.

And judging by his arrogant expression, accomplishing this seemed to have brought him no great sense of achievement, as though it were simply a matter of course.

One had to remember, this was one of the strongest demons in Zeldris's book, able to skillfully wield all manner of powerful curses.

Bleideman, who was in no way inferior to the Underworld King himself.

"What on earth are you people!"

"Ishgar has no monsters like you. Are you people from another world as well?"

The staff in Estarossa's hand began radiating extreme light without cease.

After losing one man, the pressure on him instantly skyrocketed; he had no confidence that he could defeat two opponents single-handedly.

"We are the Seven Deadly Sins Knight Order."