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

Oberon's words were as sharp as a knife.

The tone of disgust was made without any attempt to conceal it.

His constitution contains a self-destructive will. Vortigern.

Its purpose was to destroy the hypocritical Britain that continued to live on smugly after its own death.

There is no need for a reason to loathe modern Britain.

"Yes, this world is indeed as filthy as a cesspool. But the beauty born from it is absolutely genuine. I will not allow anyone to deny it. I will ensure that pure beauty endures forever. If you wish to stop me, you'll have to ask my sword first!"

Du Wei gripped the sword with both hands, unleashing an extremely strong spiritual pressure.

That's right, this is something that must be protected.

Just like Morgan who stood by his side, Melusine who gave everything for him, and Bagst who was willing to become the sword in his hand.

And then there's Lentini Enne, the hope he created.

The beauty of this world has only just begun to unfold in his hands; how can it be destroyed by such insignificant insects?

His domineering nature exists to protect purity.

There are reasons to protect them.

"Ninety percent of the world is trash, and the remaining ten percent is a magnificent gem that concentrates all the essence to its fullest. Du Wei, you really know your stuff! I'm glad you gave me that answer."

Oberon laughed instead of getting angry after hearing this.

He could certainly understand why Du Wei said that, because he had also seen the existence of this magnificent gem.

I can relate to that quite a bit.

As Vortigern, he also has the aspect of Oberon.

The Fairy King Oberon deeply loves the Lostbelts of Britain and is one of those who love this beautiful story.

Oberon Vortigern was a contradictory figure from the very beginning.

Love the world, yet loathe the world.

Finally, considering everything, he was left with only one choice.

That's an incredibly simple method.

“I hate this kind of beauty based on ugliness, I can’t stand this kind of ‘pest,’ and the world built on this idea makes me want to vomit.”

So... just destroy it already, lest things get complicated.

Oberon unleashed the ultimate darkness.

Gravity seemed to be completely taken away in an instant, replaced by the feeling of falling continuously.

There is no life and no light in this dark space.

There was only endless darkness.

Countering it is a demonic realm stripped of meaning; the two hellish otherworldly realms collide.

Neither of them can devour the other.

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I don't know if it was thousands or tens of thousands of times.

The Void Hell and the Abyss collide and repel each other, like magnets that are absolutely incompatible and cannot be brought close together.

Du Wei was already seriously injured.

Yet it still stands tall and unyielding, like a high mountain.

No matter how Oberon devoured everything with the Abyss Hole, it was completely helpless against the domain that Oberon had created with its domineering power.

Whenever the concept of falling is applied.

Du Wei's domineering otherworld will strip it away at an extremely fast speed.

It's similar to adding one and subtracting one, except that Du Wei's speed is much faster than Oberon's.

Even Oberon was disgusted by it.

It was as if they were more tenacious than insects, their powerful obsession forming a protective outer membrane that enveloped Britain.

"Ugh, that's enough! Just how annoying are you?! Britain is already destroyed! What's the point of talking about protecting it now?!"

Oberon's roar echoed throughout the Naraku Cave.

The desire for destruction transformed into a raging inferno.

He swung his jet-black left arm, covered in dragon scales and adorned with sharp claws, and unleashed a filthy slashing aura that tore through space towards Du Wei.

Another slash collided with the foul slashing energy.

The two erased each other once again.

Melusin and Bagst, amidst the ruins of Camelot, are battling the remaining two great calamities.

Calamities in other worlds lose their meaning.

He was defeated by the two women like a fish to be slaughtered.

The joy of killing the calamity and avenging their loss was quite sweet, but there was something else they hadn't expected.

Things changed after the two great calamities were defeated.

The source of the Calamity of Fire is Albion, while the characteristic of the Calamity of Beasts is the legendary Black Dog.

The two beasts have a close relationship with Bagst and Melusin.

After Kornunus was killed, he fell to the ground, while the two beasts transformed into energy and flowed into the two women's bodies.

They are being assimilated and absorbed.

Melusine and Bagst were also surprised by this.

"I could feel the immense mass flowing in from there. I didn't absorb it, yet the calamity merged with me..."

Bagst raised his hand and shook it.

I could feel something accumulating, and this feeling of comfort was something I had never experienced before.

"Perhaps it's because we share the same roots..."

Melusine could only guess at that.

She once had a record of devouring humankind. Albion.

Therefore, it doesn't seem so strange that entities with the same properties merge.

As things stand, this is a good thing.

They knew that they had undergone tremendous changes.

A similar situation occurred on Kornunos's side, where Morgan was the one who absorbed and devoured the enormous mass.

Duve is fighting Oberon.

During this time, Morgan tried everything he could to help Duvie, even going so far as to collect the remains of the deceased gods.

In the end, she successfully absorbed and devoured it.

Although Du Wei absorbed most of it after killing Cornunos, there was still a vast amount of mass remaining.

The number is at least in the hundreds of thousands.

The moment of merging is like having a blade shoved into your brain.

Morgan endured all that mental anguish without any regret.

Because she wanted to help Du Wei.

If mental anguish is the price of becoming stronger, then she is willing to endure this pain countless times.

All three women successfully fused together a vast number of souls.

The snake on the seat knew this.

"Those three scourges were supposed to be sacrifices for his rise to tyranny, but I never expected to see such an interesting turn of events..."

The snake hadn't expected this to happen.

This unexpected joy pleased him greatly, and a pleasant smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

The mass of the three calamities was absorbed by others.

It doesn't really matter.

Now that Du Wei has achieved dominance, it no longer matters who obtains the souls of the three calamities.

boom! boom! boom!

The two spaces are still colliding with each other.

Finally, upon reaching a certain critical point, the ever-burning soul army healed its injuries.