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In the heart of Rome, amidst the bustling streets and ancient ruins, lay the verdant expanse of Circo di Massenzio, a testament to the grandeur of the Roman Empire. Standing proudly within its green confines was the imposing fortress, a relic of a bygone era, once ruled by the Emperor Maxentius.

Though centuries had passed since its construction, the fortress retained its formidable presence, serving as a reminder of Rome's storied past. Over the years, it had been repurposed by the Roman government, transformed into a popular tourist attraction and an iconic symbol of the Italian capital.

Yet, beneath its facade of historical significance and cultural heritage, lay a darker truth—a truth known only to a select few. Tonight, the fortress would bear witness to a battle of epic proportions, as forces beyond the realm of mortal comprehension clashed in a struggle for supremacy.

As the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the ancient stones, the stage was set for a confrontation that would echo through the annals of history, a clash between light and darkness, good and evil, in the shadow of Circo di Massenzio.

Amidst the ancient stones of Circo di Massenzio, the local exorcists fought valiantly against the relentless onslaught of devilish forces that seemed to materialize from the very shadows themselves. With each passing moment, new adversaries emerged from the darkness, their forms twisted and grotesque—a nightmarish menagerie of minotaurs, werewolves, reptilian creatures, and other monstrous beings.

Yet, despite their courage and determination, the local exorcists found themselves outmatched by the overwhelming strength of their demonic foes. Stray devils, unbound by the constraints of morality or mercy, unleashed their unholy powers upon their adversaries with ruthless efficiency, driving the defenders back with each ferocious assault.

As the battle raged on, the air crackled with the clash of steel and the roar of infernal creatures, casting an ominous pall over the once-tranquil landscape of Circo di Massenzio. In the face of such overwhelming odds, the exorcists knew that victory would not come easily—if it came at all.

"Keep your positions! Hold the line!" shouted one exorcist to another, his voice ringing out amidst the chaos of battle. "We cannot let the stray devils breach the fortress!"

His comrades nodded grimly, their faces set in determined expressions as they prepared to repel the relentless onslaught of demonic forces.

"Archers, ready your blessed arrows!" called out another, as a group of exorcists armed with bows took aim at the encroaching horde. "Fire at will!"

SHOOT

WOOSH

With practiced precision, the archers unleashed a volley of holy arrows, their shafts gleaming with divine energy as they streaked through the air towards their infernal targets.

Meanwhile, other exorcists brandished weapons of all kinds—holy firearms, enchanted swords, spears imbued with sacred magic—each one a potent tool in the ongoing struggle against the forces of darkness.

Despite their best efforts, the exorcists found themselves struggling to contain the relentless onslaught of the stray devils. The minotaurs and werewolves, in particular, proved to be formidable adversaries, their sheer strength and unnatural speed allowing them to break through the frontline defenses with ease.

BOOM

BREAK

"Aaaarghhh...!"

Even the precision shots of the snipers, the volleys of arrows from the archers, and the spells cast by the sorcerers seemed to have little effect, as the devils countered with their own dark magic, deflecting or nullifying the attacks with eerie efficiency.

SWOOSH

"Look out!"

BOOM

"We're losing ground!" shouted one of the exorcists, his voice barely audible over the chaos of battle. "We need to fall back and regroup!"

Others nodded in agreement, their expressions grim as they realized the gravity of the situation. With the frontline in disarray and no clear line of attack, retreat seemed to be the only option.

"Everyone, fall back to the inner defenses!" commanded another exorcist, his voice tinged with urgency. "Keep up the projectile attacks and cover each other's retreat!"

As they began to withdraw, the exorcists fought fiercely, launching projectiles at the advancing devils whenever they could. Despite the chaos and desperation, they remained determined to hold the line and protect the sanctity of the fortress.

As the battle reached its seemingly inevitable conclusion, a sudden and unexpected turn of events unfolded.

FREEZE

The ranks of stray devils were enveloped in ice that spread rapidly across the ground. Then, with a flash of purple lightning-like speed, the ice surrounding them was shattered by an intense blaze of purple flames.

WOOSH

But the surprises didn't end there. The remaining devils were suddenly pushed backward by an immense and powerful force, their bodies unable to withstand the pressure. Though some struggled to hold their ground, their efforts were ultimately futile as their forms crumbled under the strain.

DOOM

Amidst the chaos, the exorcists watched in awe and disbelief as their mysterious savior revealed themselves, their presence a beacon of hope in the midst of despair.

"Wh-what happened?!"

The local exorcists were left stunned, bewildered, and amazed by the events that had just unfolded before their eyes. An entire battalion of stray devils obliterated in a matter of seconds.

The answer to their astonishment stood before them in the form of three young figures. The Vatican's renowned trio of exorcists, celebrated for achieving top-tier status at such a tender age.

There was Dulio Gesualdo, the wielder of Zenith Tempest, Prison of Bright Heavenly Thunder.

Then, Lint Sellzen, bearer of Incinerate Anthem, Chief Mourner's Crucified Stand of Purple Flame.

Lastly, Naruto Uzumaki, possessor of Limitless and Six Eyes, a child blessed with rare gifts by God—Infinity in Reality, and Eyes that Can See Everything.

Accompanying the trio were dozens of Vatican exorcists, their presence a testament to the solidarity and unity among the defenders of the faith. Each one bore the mark of dedication and resolve, ready to stand against the tide of darkness that threatened to engulf them.

With unwavering determination, they joined forces with Dulio, Lint, and Naruto, forming a formidable alliance against the forces of stray devil.

Naruto turned to the leader of the local exorcists, his expression reflecting a mix of concern and determination. "What's the current situation?" he inquired, his voice cutting through the tension-filled air.

The leader, his face etched with lines of fatigue and resolve, met Naruto's gaze with a steady look. "The situation is dire," he began, his voice carrying the weight of the peril they faced. "The enemy continues to emerge without end, as if summoned from the very depths of darkness itself. Our forces are stretched thin, and despite our best efforts, we're struggling to hold our ground."

Dulio furrowed his brow upon hearing the leader of the local exorcists' statement about the relentless emergence of the enemy.

Speculating aloud, he mused, "Could it be possible that the stray devil forces are being summoned by someone using teleportation magic? If so, the perpetrator could be hiding somewhere nearby."

His words hung in the air, prompting a moment of contemplative silence among those gathered. The notion of a hidden adversary manipulating the battlefield with arcane arts added a layer of complexity to their already dire situation.

Naruto, taking note of Dulio's words, raised his sunglasses and peered into the distance, scanning hundreds of meters ahead with the might of Six Eyes. There, nestled amidst the trees, was a swirling green magical circle, emanating various types of stray devils.

Completing his observation, Naruto lowered his sunglasses back into place, the seriousness of the situation etched across his features. The discovery of the magical gateway explained the continuous influx of enemies, adding urgency to their mission.

"You're right, Dulio," Naruto remarked, his tone decisive. "I'll handle the ones over there. Meanwhile, I'll leave the ones here to you and Lint."

Dulio and Lint nodded in understanding, ready to take on the task assigned to them. "Got it!"

SWOOSH

In the blink of an eye, Naruto vanished from the vicinity of the old fortress, Circo di Massenzio. He teleported far ahead using his Technique Lapse: Blue, creating a negative distance between his current position and the location he intended to reach—a negative distance meaning an infinite or zero distance.

Naruto's eyes glinted with determination as he faced the horde of stray devils that emerged from the ominous green magic circle.

"Fine, here i come" he raised his both hands.

"Technique Lapse: Maximum Output... Blue!"

WOOSH

BREAK

The energy surged around him, forming a swirling vortex that drew the stray devils in like moths to a flame. With precise control, Naruto directed the vortex, causing it to collapse in on itself with a deafening roar, annihilating the stray devils in a spectacular display of power and skill.

In an instant, the horde of stray devils vanished, leaving behind only echoes of their menacing presence. With a few minutes remaining before they could be summoned again, Naruto wasted no time in addressing the source of the threat.

"Good, and now..." he turned his gaze to the magic circle.

"Technique Reversal: Red"

A manifestation of raw power and precision. The crimson orb shimmered with intensity as it hovered at the tip of his outstretched finger, ready to unleash its devastating force. With a decisive flick, Naruto unleashed the orb towards the green magic circle, its trajectory guided by his unwavering resolve.

SWOOSH

CRACK

BREAK

The orb collided with the magic circle with a deafening explosion, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The force of the impact shattered the magic circle into countless fragments, dispersing its dark energy in all directions. The threat of further summonings was eradicated in an instant, leaving the battlefield momentarily silent in the wake of Naruto's decisive action.

"Finally..."

Despite having destroyed the magic circle, Naruto knew his task was far from over. He had to locate the perpetrators behind the summoning circle.

Entering the dense woods, Naruto's Six Eyes scanned his surroundings with unparalleled precision. Every detail, from the faintest footprint to the residual traces of magical energy, was laid bare before him. More than ten individuals had been involved in the ritual, their presence lurking within the shadows of the forest.

Undeterred by the darkness that enveloped the woods, Naruto pressed on, his senses honed to perfection. With each step, he drew closer to uncovering the identity of those responsible for the onslaught, determined to bring them to justice.

Naruto's voice resonated through the silent forest as he addressed the unseen perpetrators. "You might as well come out," he said calmly, as though speaking directly to them. "There's no point in hiding, because I can see everything clearly."

His words hung in the air, echoing amidst the trees, as he waited for any response from the hidden figures lurking within the shadows.

Naruto chuckled softly, his voice tinged with amusement. "I see," he remarked. "It seems you prefer if I resort to force and coercion."His words were met with silence, as the hidden figures remained obstinate in their refusal to emerge.

Naruto's mind raced as he pondered a technique he had been developing recently, one that could compel the devils to reveal themselves from hiding. With determination etched on his features, he raised his index and middle finger, began to chant the incantation for the technique.

"Emerge from darkness, Blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure."

DOON

As his words filled the air, a palpable tension enveloped the forest, shrouding it in a veil of darkness—a manifestation of Naruto's new technique. The hidden figures within the woods suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over them, an uncomfortable prickling that seemed to crawl beneath their skin. It was the effect of Naruto's holy energy permeating the Veil, scrutinizing every inch of their beings from all directions.

As they emerged from the woods, Naruto's eyes scanned the group of fourteen figures before him, noting their distinct feminine features. Each of them bore a mixture of apprehension and defiance in their expressions, a testament to the discomfort brought about by the Veil's influence.

Naruto muttered to himself as he observed the group emerging from the shadows. nteresting," he murmured. "According to Six Eyes, there's something peculiar about their energy. A hint of holy energy, yet predominantly demonic..."

He paused, deep in thought, connecting the dots. 'They must have been nuns and exorcists before... reincarnated as devils using the Evil Piece system. Similar to the Brave Saints.'

Naruto, with casual confidence despite facing fourteen opponents, questioned them, "So, who sent you, and for what purpose?"

The girls, outnumbering him but feeling a tremor of fear upon realizing their opponent's identity, hesitated. Though no longer part of the church, they were still well-informed about its affairs. They were very familiar with Naruto, despite never having met him directly – the one who blessed with two rare gifts from God: Limitless and Six Eyes.

Trying to conceal their unease, they replied, "We won't tell you anything."

Naruto's laughter resounded once more, but this time, there was an edge to it, a coldness that sent shivers down their spines.

"I admire your bravery," he remarked, his tone carrying a subtle warning beneath its surface. "But don't expect me to show mercy. I spare no one who opposes me, regardless of gender."

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The Strongest Exorcist

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The streets of Vatican buzzed with activity even as the night descended, casting long shadows over the cobblestone pathways. Amidst the ancient buildings and towering structures, life continued to pulse, albeit at a gentler rhythm.

Pedestrians strolled leisurely, their footsteps echoing softly against the historic facades, while the glow of street lamps cast a warm, inviting ambiance. Vendors lingered by their stalls, their wares displayed with pride, tempting passersby with the promise of culinary delights and artisanal treasures.

In the midst of this nocturnal symphony, the denizens of Vatican went about their evening rituals, bidding farewell to the day's endeavors and embracing the tranquility of the night. It was a fleeting moment of serenity before the city surrendered to the embrace of slumber, a brief interlude of calm in the bustling heart of Rome.

In the quiet embrace of a secluded street, a maiden clad in the garb of a nun traversed the cobblestones, her flaxen locks swaying gently with each step. In her grasp, she cradled a box of pizza, a testament to her recent errand to procure the savory treat from a nearby eatery close to the Basilica di San Pietro.

Asia, had ventured out with a singular purpose – to fulfill the sudden craving of the children residing in the refuge of the church's sanctuary. Though her excursion had not been sanctioned by the security, the fervent desires of the children had swayed their resolve, granting Asia permission under the condition of swift return.

With a heart brimming with compassion and a steadfast determination to bring joy to those under her care, Asia embarked on her clandestine mission, navigating the labyrinthine streets of Vatican with grace and stealth. For in the innocence of the children's wishes lay a simple yet profound truth – that even in the midst of adversity, the warmth of a shared meal could kindle the flickering flames of hope and comfort in the hearts of those in need.

"Late again," Asia murmured to herself, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of the night breeze. "I need to hurry back before security scolds me, and the children grow restless and upset because of my delay."

"H-Help...Please...H-Help me..."

Asia's heart skipped a beat as she heard someone's voice coming from an alley nearby. It sounded like a groan, followed by a plea for help.

Without hesitation, Asia's natural instinct as a compassionate servant of God kicked in, guiding her towards the alley. There, she found a man in robes, his face concealed by a hood, slumped against the wall, clutching his abdomen, blood seeping from a gash.

"Are you okay?" Asia asked with concern, rushing to his side.

"Cough...Stray devil...hunted...escape..."

Asia's brows furrowed with concern as she listened to the man's labored breaths. "Stray devil...?" she echoed, trying to make sense of his words. "Are you being hunted by stray devils? But how did you manage to escape and hide here?"

The man nodded weakly, his grip on his wound tightening. "Yes... they ambushed me... I barely made it out alive..." He winced in pain as he shifted slightly.

Asia's eyes softened with empathy as she offered to heal his wounds. "Let me help you," she said softly, activating her Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing.

The hooded man nodded gratefully, his expression reflecting a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

A soft green glow emanated from Asia's hands, casting a gentle radiance in the dimly lit alleyway. The light originated from the pair of rings adorning her fingers, the physical manifestations of her Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing.

With practiced ease, Asia focused her energy, channeling the healing power of her Sacred Gear towards the wounded man. In mere moments, the deep gashes on his abdomen began to close, the bloodstains fading away as if they were never there. The man's expression softened, his pain ebbing away as his wounds miraculously healed before his eyes.

"Thank you so much, Sister. You've saved my life," the man said with a voice full of gratitude.

Asia smiled warmly, "No need to thank me. It's my duty as a servant of God to help others."It's the least I could do. But are you sure you'll be alright on your own?"

He nodded, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "Yes, I'll manage. Please don't worry about me. You should head back to safety."

Asia hesitated for a moment, reluctant to leave him alone in his weakened state. "Alright, but please be careful. If you need any further assistance, don't hesitate to ask."

With a grateful nod, the man bid her farewell and disappeared into the shadows of the night. Asia watched him leave, her thoughts filled with concern for his well-being, before turning back towards the safety of the main street.

The two exorcists were taken aback to see a nun out alone on the streets at this hour. They approached Asia cautiously, their expressions a mix of surprise and concern.

"Excuse me, Sister," one of them began, "what brings you out here at this time of night? It's only supposed to be exorcists allowed to be out, given the emergency situation in the city."

Asia offered them a warm smile, trying to ease their concerns. "I understand your concern, but I was just on a quick errand to fetch some pizza for the children at the dormitory. They requested it for dinner."

The other exorcist nodded, his expression softening. "Ah, I see. Well, be careful out here. It's not safe for anyone, especially alone."

"Thank you," Asia replied gratefully, before continuing on her way back to the shelter, feeling reassured by their presence.

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In a modest inn room along the streets of Rome, a young man with dark green hair stepped inside, greeted by a girl with silver hair.

Diodora Astaroth had just returned from his 'little game' a game that promised to fulfill his desires. His expression, a mix of satisfaction and amusement, betrayed the sinister nature of his activities.

Diodora hung his cloak and turned to his Queen, Isabella. "Have you recorded everything?" he inquired.

Isabella, the girl with white hair who had once been a nun and now served as Diodora's pleasure slave, replied, "I have captured it all clearly, My Lord."

Diodora smiled slyly, running his fingers through Isabella's hair as he praised her. "Well done, you are indeed reliable," he said. "Actually, I had the opportunity to capture Asia earlier, but I canceled it because I sensed some exorcists presence."

Diodora then continued to inquire, "And what about the others and the Old Satan's forces?"

Isabella paused for a moment, then sighed before responding, "Initially, they dominated, but they were completely slaughtered after the arrival of the Vatican Exorcist forces led by the three strongest Exorcists of the current generation. They are known as the Holy Trident of the Vatican."

Naruto Uzumaki, Dulio Gesualdo, and Lint Sellzen stood as the epitome of strength and achievement in their generation, earning them the rightful title of the strongest Exorcists of their time. Their formidable prowess and remarkable accomplishments solidified their reputation as the Holy Trident of the Vatican.

Diodora's expression darkened as he absorbed the news of his peerage and Old Satan forces meeting their demise. However, his countenance swiftly morphed into one of calculated indifference, betraying his inner thoughts.

"They were but pawns in the grand scheme of things," he mused, his tone laced with a hint of detachment. "Their purpose was merely to draw attention away from my true objective. While they battled fiercely on the battlefield, I remained here, focused on acquiring Asia."

His words dripped with a chilling nonchalance, a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation. Despite the loss of his forces, Diodora remained unfazed, his unwavering determination to achieve his goals evident in every syllable he uttered.

Diodora's voice resonated with an unsettling calmness as he continued, "As for my peerage, I can easily reincarnate new pieces. There are still plenty of maidens from the church whom I've abducted and hidden away in my mansion in the Underworld."

Diodora's gaze lingered on Isabella as he spoke to her, "And your task is to take care of those recordings, you know what I mean, right?"

Isabella nodded, fully grasping the intentions of the heir of the Astaroth Clan.

Her acknowledgment was met with a subtle nod of approval from Diodora, who then turned his attention elsewhere, already plotting his next move in his twisted game of domination and control.

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The darkness of the woods enveloped Naruto as he stood amidst the lifeless bodies of the former maidens turned devils. Their twisted forms lay strewn across the forest floor, a grim reminder of the atrocities they had committed in their quest for power.

From the moment they refused to divulge information about their sender and their purpose, Naruto knew there was no point in negotiating or showing mercy. These once-pious souls had willingly forsaken their humanity and purity to become devil. There was no redemption for them, no forgiveness to be granted.

With a solemn determination etched upon his features, Naruto raised his hand, his Sacred Gear pulsating with power. He uttered a silent prayer for the souls of the fallen, acknowledging the tragedy of their fate. But in the end, duty called, and he knew what must be done.

In a swift and decisive motion, Naruto unleashed the full force of his Sacred Gear, a torrent of holy energy that engulfed the area. The air crackled with divine power as the bodies of the devils began to disintegrate, their corrupted forms unable to withstand the purity of his attack.

Naruto, his gaze fixed upon the scattered corpses and the blood-soaked earth, murmured quietly to himself, "May your souls find peace in the afterlife, not in heaven, but in hell."

As he stepped out of the woods, Naruto was greeted by the moonlight casting its silvery glow upon the surroundings. Shortly after, the arrival of Dulio and Lint followed.

Dulio inquired as Naruto emerged, "What did you find?"

"I found the culprits. They were a group of maiden from the church who have turned into devils using the Evil Piece system."

Lint joined in, "So, where are they now?"

"I killed them all. They refused to talk no matter how much I tried to interrogate them. They were fiercely loyal to whoever was commanding them." He replied casually.

"What about you guys?"Naruto then turned the question back,

"Sister Griselda and Sir Ewald identified magic crests on each of the stray devil's bodies. It belonged to one of the 4 Great Satans, Satan Beelzebub." Dulio said. What happened today did not seem to match what they expected.

"Beelzebub, huh?"

Yes, they did fight against the Stray Devils army. But after that, nothing happened. They thought they would face Beelzebub himself after destroying his army.

"I don't know guys, but for some reason I have a bad feeling about this. I hope it doesn't actually happen," said Naruto.

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To Be Continued


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