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

That is to materialize the souls that have been absorbed in the past.

Du Wei intends to materialize Moss's soul and then have it devour Aurora, thus transforming it into Moss.

That way, no one would suspect that he was the one who did it.

Morseification is the most common and tragic cause of death for fairies.

Boom!

The earth trembled instantly.

Before Du Wei could even react, the unexpected event suddenly occurred.

The inspiration quickly spread throughout Salisbury.

"This is....!"

However, he was taken aback when he realized it.

Moss emerged from the bottomless cracks in the earth, and the city's inhabitants were wailing in agony.

Morse is everywhere, everywhere.

A calamity hand, tens of meters tall, slowly emerged, casting an ominous aura over Salisbury.

The fairies couldn't look directly at it.

thump--!!

The ever-expanding inspiration captured a vast mass, and a sense of familiarity gradually emerged in my mind.

An extremely ominous premonition was caught.

My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly in an instant.

That direction leads to Camelot!

In other words, the fundamental source of quality lies there, and we must go there to find out.

Bang--!!

The blazing light enveloped Du Wei as he exploded.

A huge hole was blown into the room above the cathedral, and he rode a crimson dragon into the sky, moving forward at an extremely fast speed.

It's not a trip to Camelot.

Instead, they chose to return to Gloucester first.

First, we need to ensure the safety of all the women, and then use Morgan's Water Mirror magic to transfer them to the main city of Camelot.

Along the way, Morse code kept popping up from the ground.

The accumulated filth was detonated by an unknown factor.

Throughout Britain, a horror drama unfolded just like Salisbury, and the ideal of the utopia seemed like a pipe dream.

Death is spreading and continuing to extend.

Du Wei accelerated his speed to supersonic levels.

Hurry, we have to be faster!

On the other side, somewhere in a forest.

More than just Morse's body remained on the ground here.

The limbs and flesh of the Tooth Clan warriors were scattered all over the ground, looking as if they had been torn apart by some giant beast.

"No, no!"

A heart-wrenching cry rang out from the mouths of the Tooth Clan warriors.

However, this did not prevent him from heading towards his death.

With a ruthless indifference, like crushing an insect, the killer wore a slight smile.

"That bunch of bastards are finally all dead."

The accumulated curse of Britain has finally erupted. Is this what they mean by the countdown to the end?

That's right, nearly half of the Fang Clan's fairies have perished.

The incoming mass filled Britain, pushing it to its limit.

The death of half the Ya people was the final straw that broke Britain's back.

A terrifying curse that had accumulated over 14,000 years on the island of Britain was about to erupt.

Destruction has become an unstoppable force.

"Fairy Knight, you can't save anything. This filthy world is doomed to destruction! Just you wait and see..."

The Naraku Insect scoffed at the false ideal world.

Destruction begins at this moment.

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Chapter Sixteen: The Unending Surge of Morse [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

The journey was fraught with devastation and loss of life.

Moss, emerging from all directions, wreaks havoc on the fairies, while the crazed fairies slaughter humans.

The three groups kill and harm each other.

Calamity and misfortune are spreading rapidly.

No one knows exactly what happened; the collapse of the ideal world happened in the blink of an eye.

The raging fire began to scorch the lush green earth.

Like a terrifying beast roaring with anger and hunger, the sky, which should have been a hazy yellow, was a blood-red hue.

Abnormal, extremely abnormal.

Anxiety is pushing Du Wei to speed things up.

As a fairy knight, he ignored the cries of agony he heard along the way and had no time to care about them.

They returned to Gloucester within minutes.

Fortunately, this place is much better than Du Wei imagined.

Moss did not appear in Gloucester.

However, outside the city lay a different, chilling scene.

The detestable curse roared, and corrosive tsunamis crashed against the solid city walls.

Upon closer inspection, this is not a tsunami.

It is a wave formed by countless mortise waves.

The walls, made of imaginary tree bark, could barely hold out.

The earth fairies inside are rapidly filling the tree bark with new material, but it's a drop in the ocean in terms of speed.

Despair and lamentation filled the entire city of Gloucester.

In an instant, the Thunderfire Sword cleaved down from the sky, sweeping away the calamity, its brilliance dazzling everyone.

The flood of mors was instantly evaporated.

The city walls emitted intense white smoke, as if Morse had never existed there in the first place.

Both fairies and humans were captivated by this attack.

This finally gave them a chance to catch their breath.

Riding on the back of a crimson dragon, Du Wei looked down at the city, his sword still stained with yellow lightning and crimson flames.

That sword strike was delivered by him.

Having swept away the Moss Tide with their swords, the fairies of Gloucester were all grateful to have survived.

But did they really survive?

No one noticed that the earth outside the wall was gradually cracking, revealing a wave of erosion.

Du Wei was the first to notice.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked into the abyss of the rift.

Immediately afterwards, an ominous sound of curses rang out.

It overlapped, like a round singing that resounded through the sky, with hollow, discordant melodies echoing around it.

It sounds like singing, but it's definitely not a human voice.

Boom!

The explosion shattered the cheers of the crowd.