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

Each time it is struck by the blade, life force or space is severed. Without any means of resistance, the act of slashing will never cease.

The guillotine intensified Du Wei's bloodlust.

They won't stop until they've tasted enough blood.

The Sword of Domination and the Guillotine are now perfectly intertwined, and the new relic is undergoing a serpentine molting process.

"Well done, the fusion is almost complete. Now, let it fulfill its purpose as my sacred relic. Only one step away from domination remains. Let's devour everything!"

The snake behind the scenes smiled with immense joy.

The script I had been writing in my mind has finally been turned to its first page, and all the preparations I had made have come in handy here.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Devil's Bride [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

A scarlet glow emanated from the patterns on the blade's surface.

As Kornunos was stripped away, he lost all sense of defense, and the curse began to peel away from his body.

A cold, sharp light slashed through space as it struck.

There wasn't even time to let out a roar mixed with anger.

Cornunos, ravaged to the last, had his chest torn open, exposing his most vital divine core to view.

Du Wei unleashed a simple and unadorned sword strike aimed at the divine core.

Click!

The cracks began to appear from the part of the divine core that was hit.

Crimson light shone through the crack, illuminating Du Wei's mask, and his soul energy flowed out from it uncontrollably.

The divine body, composed of rotting flesh, decayed rapidly.

The god-slaying blow was completed here.

In this space stripped of all meaning, even K's last vestiges of anger and lamentation are being erased.

The massive mass surging from within his body was absorbed by the "130" Dominion Sword.

The beast god's corpse collapsed on the ground.

Before its pierced chest, Du Wei stood bathed in blood, radiating an unbelievable killing intent.

To kill, to slaughter, to massacre.

Plunder, invasion, and sacrifice.

The mad killing intent flowing through his mind was speaking out.

The relic, infused into the body by external factors, craved blood, as insatiable as an innocent child.

The calamities are far from over.

Du Wei cannot simply stop fighting like this.

He leaped from the corpse of Cornunus, directing his terrifying killing intent toward the other two great calamities.

The gleaming crimson blade seemed to whisper in my ear.

At the very least, they must be—

Du Wei took a step forward, intending to start another massacre, when a pale blue light suddenly flashed in front of him.

It was as if they wanted to stop him.

But what embraced this murderous intent was a warm embrace; the beautiful figure arrived here as if she were resolutely heading towards hell.

I've forgotten, I've already forgotten.

What stripped the meaning from one's actions?

They had no idea why the transfer technique was used, or even the initial idea behind it.

Whenever I feel like giving up and getting lost.

It felt like a voice inside me was calling out, "Don't forget!"

Memory stripping, knowledge stripping.

She arrived before him completely unaware of what was happening.

The first thing that welled up in my heart was sorrow.

Even if memories and knowledge are erased, this emotion that cannot be changed will still arise in one's heart.

I've clearly forgotten his name.

She had clearly forgotten the ideals they shared.

They had clearly forgotten the reason for their actions.

But why do I feel so heartbroken?

Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes, and before she could even form a thought, she hugged the man in front of her.

The principles of domineering power could not erase her emotions.

Because this love is permitted within the purity of ideals.

“Du Wei…!”

Morgan embraced Duve.

Delicate as snow, she thus fell into the devil's arms.

In that instant, it was as if a ray of light pierced through the sea of ​​blood, causing Du Wei, who was immersed in it, to open his eyes.

Ah, don't leave, don't leave.

Let's leave the purity here.

A sliver of rationality squeezed out from the endless sea of ​​blood and killing intent, bringing a little clarity to the dazed consciousness.

Different changes have emerged during the integration process.

The girl residing in the guillotine feels bewildered as she experiences the same emotions as Du Wei within his body.

Don't understand, don't understand.

I have never experienced this kind of feeling before.

However, it always feels quite warm and comfortable, making you want to immerse yourself in it without even realizing it.

A feeling completely different from killing.

Having only known about beheading in her lifetime, she could not understand emotions.

As a trace of rationality emerged, cracks gradually appeared on the spirit armor he was wearing.

Bang--!!

It shattered as if its shell had been broken.

The Spirit Armor dissipated as countless particles of energy.

His pupils were filled with a blood-red hue, and his usually stern face was now contorted with pain.

The lover before him was exactly the kind of pure love he longed for.

There is absolutely no way I could hurt her.

To prevent his spirit armor from defiling her, he even subverted his killing intent with near-mad rationality.

“Mo...Gen...!”

He gritted his teeth and forced out his lover's name.

In that instant, Morgan's significance was restored.

She remembered what she originally wanted to do, and the little memories she had of Du Wei in the past.

Why...why should one person bear it all...?

Nobody wants you to bear this pain alone, and nobody expects you to go to this extent...

Don't be a fool and give everything away on your own.

I don't want to be abandoned by you.

The girl, who had completely forgotten her status as queen, wept.

There are so many things I want to say to Du Wei now.

The two are the only two beings in this other world.

Morgan leaned against Duve's chest.

His skin felt incredibly hard, like a puppet cast in steel, a surreal feeling lingering in my mind.

It gave her a feeling of being a devil bride.