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

The black hole formed therein unleashes an extremely strong suction force, continuously drawing in the filth scattered in the air.

However, black holes cannot remain open for too long.

Kornunus's body was so enormous that it could not be swallowed by a black hole; its immense mass was enough to tear it apart.

"【Arthur-Ou (King Arthur)!】"

【King.Slash!】

The Dominion Sword instantly transformed into a giant sword hundreds of meters long.

It unleashed an astonishing aura like an overwhelming force, slicing through lightning and flames as it struck the roaring beast calamity.

Meanwhile, the attack did not stop there.

The second sword of dominion, which had been split off, was entangled in black flames.

"【Ultimate Move! The Evil King's Dragon!】"

【Moonlight's Deadly Strike--!】

The rushing blades merged with the raging flames, slicing the howling hell into dust.

In response, the five demonic dragons roared into the sky.

The Calamity of Fire has been targeted by them.

A soaring dragon chases after a blood-red comet.

The explosion that ripped the sky resounded throughout Britain, from which a calamity of fire imbued with crimson magic flew out.

The affected machines developed numerous cracks.

The energy overflowing from the body's surface is accumulated by the soul.

The souls trapped in eternal torment are wailing, devoured and swallowed by monstrous beasts as food to mend their wounds.

All three calamities were focused on Du Wei.

He was the main factor that prevented them from destroying Britain.

"...You scum! I'll pull out your fangs! I'll break your wings! Come on!"

Du Wei angrily increased his spiritual pressure.

Beautiful Britain was heading towards destruction, and anger swelled in my heart like never before.

A single sword strike could cause a mountain range to crumble.

The energy blast will shatter the island.

This is how it is when you want to fight the Calamity; if you reduce your output, you might not even be able to hurt the Calamity.

Pain, resentment, grief and indignation.

The knight, wanting to protect what was important, roared in anger.

Even so, I still want to protect it, and I don't want this only ideal place to be destroyed.

Only the land behind him remained intact.

The one you love is there.

"The Holy Lance of the Round Table, twelve in parallel, pulls its anchor!"

Morgan's magic circuits were boiling over.

Excessive magic power coursed through my body, causing excruciating pain that stimulated my nerves.

Such a powerful torrent of magic is difficult to control; a slight misstep could lead to utter ruin.

The original twelve holy spears have been destroyed.

It is connected only by the fragmented remains of Camelot, using its own physical magic circuits as a base.

She used all her wisdom and every single cell in her body.

He spared no effort to recreate the twelve holy lances of Rungominiad.

Morgan was not the savior at this point.

Instead, she was a devoted young woman who wanted to help her beloved, even if it meant giving up her own dreams.

He belongs where he is.

The twelve holy lances, arranged side by side in the sky, exuded a holy aura, locking onto the three great calamities that were fighting the knights in the distance.

"The Spear of Salvation! Wash away the calamity once more!"

The Twelve Holy Lance once again emitted colorful light.

The calamity was engulfed by a dazzling explosion, like a kaleidoscope.

The demon hound had half its head blown off by the holy spear.

The wings of the Boundary Dragon shattered.

Did the Twelve Holy Spears successfully cripple them?

No, not really.

It's useless if it doesn't kill the enemy in one blow.

They rose again as if they were immortal, their wounds healing rapidly with white smoke rising from them.

Even if a single blow causes damage, as long as it doesn't result in instant death, there's nothing to fear from the calamity.

Cornunos had taken precautions in advance.

The thousands of cursed hands that emerged from the great hole turned to dust and were instantly destroyed by the twelve holy spears.

Its body was stripped of several layers of curse.

The Twelve Holy Spears did not have the power to shake the course of the battle.

"Morgan..."

Du Wei stood in the sea of ​​curses.

Through inspiration, he knew that it was Morgan who fired the Twelve Holy Spears, and he also knew the specific details of the calamity.

No, this won't work.

They cannot be eliminated without a fatal blow; a decisive attack is necessary to annihilate them...

The British Isles are crumbling.

The flames of calamity completely engulfed Britain.

The snowflakes drifted away across the northern lands, while the dust settled away across the southern lands.

Du Wei was watching all of this.

Reluctantly, I'm reluctant to end it here.

Because they haven't yet achieved fulfillment as human beings.

Cornunus unleashed a tsunami-like wave of curses.

It rushed toward Du Wei's location, and everything in its path was corroded into mud.

My thoughts became increasingly sharp.

My consciousness is clearer than ever before.

The spiritual pressure emanating from Du Wei expanded outwards endlessly, and the cursed tsunami was stopped by this invisible wall.

Something is undergoing a qualitative change.

The British Strange Belt was indeed as filthy as mud.

However, I found a gem more beautiful than anything else in the mud, and I could feel the real sense of being alive as a human being.

He was originally from a foreign land.

By chance, he came to the fairy kingdom of Britain and discovered the "purity" that he could truly love.

I love this land, I love the unchanging dusky sky, and I love the lover who gave me precious memories.

Thinking back carefully, I still remember one thing....

That is, he still owes her a happy wedding.

His dream isn't over yet...!

"Don't even think about destroying it! I will continue my dream myself!"

Du Wei gritted his teeth and squeezed out extremely obsessive words.

Unafraid of death, they yearn to protect their ideals.

thump--!!

At a certain moment, my heart pounded.

He lost control of his sight and hearing.

It takes root in the brain with the speed of a poison taking effect, and the discomfort of a heart-wrenching grip enters consciousness.