Inside the barrier, Ethan scoffed. "If the Council could change your bloodline, I clearly have my own ways of integrating it."
Leohart didn't get angry. "Regardless of who you are, if you can get us out of here, please do so."
Ethan had no intention of leaving yet. If he destroyed the Coliseum now, his true power would be exposed, and those hiding in the shadows might flee.
"My women are on the front lines, and I'm not worried. Why are you?" Ethan said coldly. "If you're bored, spar with Mio. If you win, maybe I'll break the seal early."
Mio needed combat experience, and a Satan-class sparring partner was hard to find. Ethan leaped from Mio's cleavage to a nearby rock.
Leohart looked at the red-haired girl with twin tails and a massive chest, then at Shella and Lucia fighting outside. He finally realized the truth. "The rumors about the Red Dragon Emperor's 'Dual Cultivation' ability to absorb bloodlines... they're true, aren't they?"
Ethan neither denied nor confirmed it.
"Stop talking and be a good punching bag," Ethan waved a paw, casting a chain-like magic circle.
Leohart tried to dodge, but the chains hit him and sank into his body. He felt a wave of weakness.
"Don't worry, it's a temporary seal to make the fight with Mio fair," Ethan said. Leohart, intimidated, finally shut up and began to spar with Mio.
Outside, the "Old Guard" demons—those who remained loyal to Wilbert—saw the cat overpower Leohart and decided to bet on Mio. With their reinforcements, the Einherjar attack slowed.
However, the Council elders were panicking. They saw their plan crumbling.
"Fuck the King of Einherjar! He can't even handle a few Satan-class brats!" one elder yelled, slamming his glass.
"Use the final resort," another said coldly. "We'll build a new city from the ashes."
They took out red remote controls—detonators for massive magi-tech bombs buried under the city. It was a "mutually assured destruction" failsafe Wilbert had known about, but Leohart didn't.
"Let's push it together."
But before they could, a purple flash flickered. Several ugly, aged heads rolled across the floor.
"Sephiroth, weren't you afraid those remotes would go off if they hit the ground?" a golden-white light followed the purple one. A woman caught the remotes before they landed.
"Who... who are you..." one of the decapitated heads gurgled.
"Impressive," a tall, voluptuous woman in sexy armor said, looking down at the talking heads. "You old farts really know how to stay alive."