I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

The newly appointed chief of the Ya tribe is named Begen.

They have now received a job from the Wind Clan, a very lucrative contract.

The newly appointed chief of the Ya tribe would not let this opportunity pass.

The information from the Wind Clan provides the specific location of the calamity, as well as a record of its immense and formidable numbers.

The Fang Clan decided to mobilize half of their forces to deal with the situation.

Ever since the Fairy Knight Duve swept away the calamity a hundred years ago, the presence of the Fang Clan has been declining sharply.

Originally, only the Fang Clan was capable of fighting Moss.

Therefore, their status is only higher, not lower.

Now, due to the Fairy Knight Duvie, many clans are making fun of the Fang Clan.

I am furious and cannot tolerate it.

We must make them aware of the power of the Fang Clan.

It just so happens that the Fairy Knight hasn't appeared for a hundred years.

This expedition must wipe out all of Moss to stabilize the powerful position of the Tooth Clan.

"Hmph! How much Morse is left?!"

Chief Began of the Tooth Clan tore Mos apart with his claws.

Beside him was a Ya tribe soldier responsible for reporting the battle situation.

"Report! We have wiped out hundreds of Moss within a four-mile radius! Our tribe suffered no casualties, but dozens of people have contracted Moss disease."

"Let the brothers who have contracted Morse disease retire to recuperate, and we will continue our advance to defeat the remaining 123 Morse."

"Hmph, the achievements of the Fang Clan in Britain are unparalleled! That old scoundrel Woodworth's defeat to a human is a disgrace to the Fang Clan! How can a mere goblin knight compare to us!"

Began gave a dismissive look.

Because they were constantly ridiculed by other clans, and because the Fang Clan resented being controlled by Woodworth.

Now they all agree with Began.

“Brother Begen, you are the one who is most suitable to be the chieftain of the Tooth Clan! The other clans are not worth mentioning compared to our Tooth Clan!”

"Hahaha! Well said! The Winged Clan is nothing but pitiful worms left over from the ones we wiped out! Earth and Wind are just low-level trash! Only we, the Fang Clan, are the strongest fairies in Britain!"

On the battlefield, the fairies of the Fang Clan chatted happily.

Little did they know, the shadowy figure lurked in the dark forest.

He looked at the Fang Clan, whose bloodthirsty nature had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and a disgusted smile appeared on his face.

"Not even time can erase your bloodthirsty nature. I will ignite your disgusting behavior and set the whole of Britain ablaze!"

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Chapter Fifteen: Destruction Begins [Please Subscribe! Please Vote!]

Salisbury.

The scenery remained unchanged, and the streets were bustling with fairies, exuding a joyful atmosphere.

The weather changed abruptly today.

An unusual mist filled the entire city, like a greedy beast slowly devouring its prey.

The fairies sensed an uneasy atmosphere.

The pressure, seemingly emanating from nowhere, was overwhelming; the air felt thick and nauseating, like blood.

This is an unusual phenomenon.

The overflowing mist was as active as thoughts, its density exceeding imagination, like being in a highly poisonous environment.

Neither fairies nor humans could cope with it.

Only staying indoors could alleviate the discomfort somewhat.

It seemed as if someone was warning them not to step out the door, and such a twisted admonition entered their minds.

"This is the first time I've ever seen such fog... It even obscures the light in the sky..."

Aurora looked up out the window.

My heart was restless for some reason, and looking at this eerie fog made me feel uneasy.

I really don't want to watch it for another second.

Just as Aurora closed the window and turned her head away...

"Aurora... Lady..."

The fairy guards standing on either side of her gate trembled violently, displaying an extremely abnormal state.

*Pfft!*

Warm blood stained the magnificent, cold floor.

Something took the life.

The demonic mist emanating from the crack in the door formed a human shape and conveyed a very clear killing intent.

Even if Aurora were incredibly stupid, she would know.

He was attacking him.

The wind fairy is not good at fighting; she only needs to stay dazzling as she lives a life of luxury.

That is her whole meaning.

Suddenly, the surging killing intent transformed into a hurricane.

A strong wind suddenly swept towards Aurora, leaving no room or possibility for avoidance.

Ah, so you wanted to kill me?

By the time this was realized, it was too late.

The cursed blade pierced through the paper-thin chest, delivering a fatal blow in the simplest and swiftest way.

The man's figure gradually closed in as the thin mist enveloped him, revealing his true form.

Fairy Knight. Du Wei.

She regarded it as an extremely dazzling brilliance.

This light is now right in front of her, burning her life like a raging fire.

"Aurora is indeed quite pure."

I will not allow any element of this land to be threatened; this is the sanctuary I must protect. I'll die here...

There was no hatred or anger in Du Wei's words.

It is devoid of any emotion, so calm as to be as cold as ice, that it sends chills down your spine.

Life force was rapidly draining from the body.

The energy released by the blade destroyed the body's interior, and the pain stimulated the brain like a madman.

However, she did not show any signs of pain.

Whether out of ignorance or stupidity, a smile appeared on Aurora's blood-stained face.

"What are you saying... threatening Britain...? That's not my aim... I want to shine even brighter... Duvey... what a hateful (enviable) ray of dawn..."

Blood spilled from Aurora's mouth.

Even at this point, they were thinking about whether their own brilliance was dimming, and they looked directly at Du Wei, wanting to reach out from the bottom of their hearts.

"Britain cannot accept you... yet you still yearn to save you... no matter how much you long, you cannot find a place to belong in Britain... it will not accept a false knight like you..."

Aurora clung to life by relying on the life force of fairies.

The wound inflicted by the Sword of Domination was incurable, and death awaited her.

He was still saying these things on his deathbed.

"You are a false being who yearns for the light... Nothing here belongs to you..."

Aurora's voice grew weaker and weaker.

The sword was drawn, and blood splattered.

Lying on the ground, she was too weak to stand up again, and could only look at Du Wei, whom she regarded as an even more dazzling existence.

"That's right. However, my feelings are genuine, and I only need to live as a human being to show them."

Du Wei retrieved the Commanding Sword into the drive.

The vast amount of souls that constitute his own mass surged continuously, as if something was gradually taking shape under his will.

There is another way to use Eternal Destruction.