Rebirth-Transcending All Beings-Chapter 61: Ambush

Three figures emerged from the shadows of trees, their presence was felt immediately by both the beast and Vergil — reining heavy and absolute over them.

Their attire gleamed under the dim light that filtered through, radiant with a sense of unwavering purity.

The first figure — a tall man stood firm, his hands pointing towards the gleaming spear that returned to his grip. The weapon pulsed with residual light — coated with black blood.

His armor was ornate, gilded with golden edges and white plates — a long mantle fluttered behind him like a holy banner. His helmet bore a vertical slit, glowing faintly as he lowered the spear into the ground.

Beside him, a second man moved with unmatched purpose, his frame broader and more imposing. A sword rested on his side, radiating a celestial light that hummed dimly at the sight of the beast.

His armour, though simpler than the spearman, gave an unsettling calmness that made Vergil’s fingers twitch. The half-visor helm shielded his eyes — but his strength was no less than the other two.

The final figure that came forward was a woman. She carried no weapon, yet was no less imposing — flowing robes, threaded with intricate gold patterns that shifted and shimmered. Her hood was drawn back, revealing piercing eyes that burned with unshakable faith. The very air around her hummed with divine energy.

[Primal Awareness activated.]

Vergil didn’t gaze at them for more than a brief moment before turning to run.

The overwhelming malice wasn’t just directed at the beast but also at him.

The sensation sent a chill to his soul. ’Run.’ That was the only thought that plagued his mind.

[Seems like you got the short end of the stick.]

Suddenly, dozens of light spears were launched, moving towards his position with blinding speed.

Vergil put his aching body into motion, activating Shadow Dash — amplified by Mana Affinity to avoid the incoming spears.

Despite his efforts, one grazed his face, leaving a deep cut, and another sliced across his stomach.

"My stamina can’t endure much more," Vergil cursed — his movements growing sluggish with each injury. Unlike the beast earlier, these opponents were in a class of their own — the wounds wouldn’t heal easily unless using an abundance of his stamina.

So he only healed fatal ones. He stumbled from the pain — but he refused to be caught like this.

[He’s toying with you.]

’I know he is,’ Vergil grimaced as another spear of Light shot towards him.

Too fast for him to react — the spear punctured his leg — searing through his flesh with an agonising hiss that made his body sizzle with divine energy.

’FUCK!’

[Take it out, it’s damaging your body more because you have Demonic Energy.]

Vergil ripped the spear from his leg with a guttural groan, his blood spilled onto the ground as his veins turned green once more.

But something strange also occurred — the blood that spiled out was being absorbed into his hand, sucking all the blood that Vergil released.

And finally he reached what he had feared most. The cliffside he had seen in his vision. The edge loomed before him and panic surged through his chest.

"There’s only one way out." He muttered — putting his body into motion to leap off the cliff.

"Where do you think you’re going?" The voice came from behind Vergil, it was the man with the blade.

Vergil couldn’t even sense when he appeared behind him — even with Primal Awareness.

Before Vergil could leap, the man’s sword pierced through Vergil’s chest, digging until it pierced the other side.

Vergil coughed blood, gasping for air — only to feel the man gripping his face, lifting him up into the air.

And with a single motion — he scorched Vergil’s face with a divine white flame

Vergil couldn’t speak — his skin becoming nothing but a mess as his body writhed.

"Show me what’s truly beneath," the man sneered.

Vergil’s face was was nothing more than exposed flesh, but something else stirred. The blood that poured out, turned pitch black before moving towards his left hand.

Verdant Regeneration had activated, but it wasn’t enough to heal him completely. His eye flickered turning back into a scarlet red hue with a vertical black slit.

Then his hair returned to jet black, the transformation was undone by Vergil’s mind.

"A half-breed," the man laughed, his eyes giving a pitiful look. "How pathetic."

Vergil struggled violently, trying to break free from the man’s grip, but it was futile. The pain was unbearable and he was cornered.

"Any last words?" The man’s voice was sharp and cruel, preparing to end him.

’Analysis.’

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Name: Seron Vaelthar

Level: 47

Title: The Blade of Sacred Silence

Race: Human 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Rank: III

Spouses: 1

Stats:

Strength: 254

Agility: 263

Endurance: 241

Perception: 259

Willpower: 245

Divine Energy: 228

Authority:

Sanctified Edge (A)

Any weapon wielded by Seron becomes a holy instrument. Attacks ignore illusions, deception, and unholy defenses.

15 active Skills

15 Passive skills

Vergil looked through the data shown by the system, he wasn’t interested in his stats nor his name. But on one particular thing.

One that would lead to an opportunity for his escape.

’System, can you show the spouse name.’

[Don’t tell me... Of course.]

[Ardeline Vaelither]

Vergil’s vision blurred. He could feel the end drawing near, but there was one thing he would never do.

He wouldn’t die. Not here, not now.

"Yeah... I got some." Vergil choked, his voice thick with fear and defiance.

"Go on."

Vergil’s arm shot out, pointing toward his Seron’s face

"I’ll remember you," Vergil spat from his mouth. "And I’ll come kill your wife Ardeline to accompany you."

With those final words, Vergil activated a skill he was reluctant to use.

Limb Burst.

His right arm exploding with a force that blasted straight into the man’s face.

The man stumbled backwards, his face contorted with fury enough to defy the heaven he worshipped — but the boy’s body was already falling. Sent careening over the cliff’s edge and into the darkness of the abyss beneath the earth.

His sword back in his hand, he watched as Vergil plummeted downward.

The white flame burst in short flames, healing the small injuries as he raised his hand. "Let me send a little gift — little demon."

A small light spear formed in his hand.

Vergil’s gaze flickered above as the darkness claimed his body, managing a final smirk and a middle finger.

The light spear flew.

And Vergil was gone.