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

The closer you are to the center, the faster it will be taken away.

Boom!

The beam of light, now mostly devoid of its destructive power, struck Du Wei squarely in the head.

He caught it as if it were being gently blown by a breeze.

There was no trace of an explosion on the black armor, not even any signs of overheating.

He appeared completely calm and composed.

How terrifying!

"Cleanse...destroy all calamities...save Britain...reason...needless...! Kill, kill...!"

Du Wei raised the blade like a killing machine.

His voice was hoarse and devoid of emotion.

I felt something unusual was merging with me, and my consciousness was immersed in the venom of a snake.

Consciousness felt suffocating, as if sinking into the deep sea.

The only thing on their minds was the fundamental reason that fueled their thoughts of killing.

I want to protect the land I love and the people I love.

I don't want to think about anything, I don't want to see anything, and I can't hear any sound.

I don't understand what's wrong with me.

What are you? What am I? What are you yelling about here?

How can we save Britain?

What should we do?

Must we cut off our legs to move forward? Or must we be willing to decay along with them?

“Ah ...

A furious roar filled with murderous intent erupted once more.

The earth and sky were torn apart by the rushing pressure, and the scarlet light left three marks drawn by killing intent.

In an instant, the Boundary Dragon was blasted more than a hundred meters away.

The steel blade cuts through all "meaning".

The concept of defense is also being gradually eroded, and cracks are spreading from the surface of the steel dragon's body.

The Calamity of Fire and the Calamity of Beasts want to rise again.

Blood and rotten flesh kept splattering from the body.

They uselessly use their soul's quality to heal their physical body, and the repairs instantly become meaningless.

No matter how much you try to repair or cure it, it's all a waste.

The most significant calamity remaining is Cornunos.

Du Wei turned and pointed the blade at K.

Behind it, hundreds of thousands of souls are twisted and fused together, forming a divine image that can never be fully reproduced.

It is a white python that exists between God and the devil.

It is also a true embodiment of snake venom.

The snake's body writhed, and its head in the void of hell slightly raised, its bright red tongue flicking out, unleashing divine power.

An eruption that seemed to follow the divine.

It did not manifest because of Duve's will.

It was actually the arrangement of a director wielding a baton, who wanted to make the stage more glamorous and captivating.

Look, a beautiful opera is right before your eyes.

The scene burned through my vision like flames.

"[Blood, blood, blood, I crave blood.]"

Even more bizarre and bloody ballads entered his mind.

Du Wei sensed an extremely strong killing intent.

"Offer your blood to the guillotine."

It wasn't because of his own thoughts that he displayed it, but rather the sword of dominion in his hand was telling a story of thirsting for blood.

Unseen patterns appeared on the sword.

It seems to be connecting with its own body.

"[To cure the guillotine's thirst.]"

"The only thing he craved was fresh blood."

The ocean, once as poisonous as poison, has been replaced with blood.

Consciousness was submerged in a thick, bloody solid liquid, as if even the last vestiges of consciousness were about to be drowned in it.

Flashback scenes appeared before my eyes.

On the twilight coast, there was a girl as radiant as the sun.

Her beautiful blonde hair swayed gently in the sea breeze, like a beautiful afterimage of a mirage.

Beside her was a guillotine.

It stands out starkly against this beautiful landscape.

".....Who are you?"

The girl turned to Du Weifa and asked.

His tone seemed to carry both joy and confusion.

In an instant, after hearing the words, my consciousness was once again overwhelmed.

A crimson killing intent flashed before Du Wei's eyes once more, and he suppressed all rationality within his heart.

"【Sin Princess. Pillar of Justice!】"

Finally, the chanting that reached my mind was finished.

The serpent god roared, signaling the end of the ritual.

The perspective shifts back to the outside world.

Du Wei suddenly changed from the very beginning.

There was no "meaning" in the original text: to indiscriminately take the lives of all women with an overbearing attack.

The three fairy knights lay prostrate on the ground.

My consciousness was extremely hazy and confused.

Only Morgan remained standing, wand still gripping tightly, his memories gradually being taken away and erased from his mind.

If Du Wei has normal consciousness.

That should be able to bring them back to normal.

Unfortunately, Du Wei is now deaf to everyone's words and unable to pay attention to anyone else.

"No...this can't be done...!"

Morgan learned about the true nature of the otherworldly abilities.

I feel that meaning is being taken away from me.

But that wasn't what terrified her; it was that Du Wei had become a completely unfamiliar figure.

I have never seen him so consumed by murderous intent.

This is not the image of the lover I know.

My heart aches with tears, as if bleeding.

If it would make her suffer so that Du Wei could have an easier time, then I would not hesitate for a moment.

He must be restored to his original state.

Morgan was certain and used all his strength to activate the spell.

Even if memories are being gradually erased, there is still room to use knowledge again.

She wanted her lover to return to his gentle self.

I don't want him to suffer like this.

...divide...line...

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