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

"Drink it!!"

Du Wei unleashed a full-force sword strike at the Naraku Insect.

The cold glint of light emanating from the blade flickered.

That is the ultimate swordsmanship, which is immeasurable, deviates from speed, reason, and skill, and explodes by breaking through all the elements that exist between them.

Oberon's Naraku was completely severed.

At the same time, his body was also unable to avoid the severance phenomenon.

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"Aaaaaaahh ...

A roar of pain came from Oberon's mouth.

If it weren't for Du Wei's existence, he, as the Naraku Insect, would have already completely destroyed Britain.

It's all because of Du Wei right in front of me.

The jet-black dragon scales and transparent insect wings were torn apart and shattered, and the sword blade pierced through the flesh, causing blood to flow out.

The two successfully returned to Camelot from the Naraku dimension.

Oberon's body bore slash marks strong enough to cut through flesh.

He was unable to stop the injury from spreading.

"roar--!!"

The Naraku Insects, which reside in the north, let out mournful cries and roars.

The insectoid body that covered the entire island of Britain is rapidly dissipating; it was an entity that was one with Oberon.

Even if you don't want to admit it, you should realize it by now.

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He lost, and was defeated without any surprise.

"Alright... Du Wei, you have indeed defeated me, but how are you going to save Britain now?"

Blood trickled from the corner of Oberon's mouth.

A smile that looked even more like a grimace appeared on his face.

After the destruction caused by the three great calamities, and finally the fall of the Naraku Insects, everything fell into ruin.

The British Isles are now like a crushed cookie.

Fragmented and torn apart.

Destroy the entire island of Britain.

So far, Oberon has succeeded.

"Huff...huff...shut up..."

Du Wei exhaled stale air from his mouth.

Knowing Britain's current dire situation, it is no longer possible to sustain itself on the island's own ecosystem.

It turned into countless scattered fragments.

Ordinary methods cannot save them.

That's right, ordinary methods couldn't save them.

"I said I wouldn't let it be destroyed, so just shut up and watch! This is my only sanctuary, and even if it's torn to pieces... I'll go and save it..."

Du Wei raised his sword and plunged it into the earth.

The suppressed power of the soul within the body was fully unleashed, and the otherworldly realm, filled with domineering principles, rapidly spread and expanded.

It covered the crumbling island of Britain.

Only through destruction can creation occur.

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Chapter Thirty-Three: The Formation of the Demon Realm [Please Subscribe! Please Vote!]

No living creatures remain on the entire island of Britain.

What remains are the souls that survived the ravages of disaster.

Du Wei's domineering presence permeates the air, the earth, and the sky.

They were stitched together from their fragmented state and woven into a “Britain” that was similar to but completely different from the original.

"To live in this world is to bear the sins of those who came before, so let us start anew. No matter how hard we try, how much we pray, how much we hope, we cannot find hope and are trapped in this desolate state. Destroyed, ravaged, abandoned. Stained with filth and defilement, do we want to shed it and survive?"

"Then you all, join my army. Let purity and eternity remain here. Here, the ideal land will be completed, and I will grant salvation to all."

Du Wei's voice echoed throughout the entire British Isles.

It's as if telling the departed souls that you will suffer endless persecution.

The quality of the British Isles, spanning fourteen thousand “130” years, seemed to boil over, as if responding to these enchanting words.

I don't want to die here.

I don't want to just do nothing like this.

I don't want it to end so abruptly.

The spirits seemed to be crying out in such longing, and all of it reached Du Wei's ears in the center of the ruins.

Such an answer requires no further listening.

He took up his pen to sign the contract, recorded his name, and pressed his bloody fingerprint on it.

Without a doubt, this is the devil's temptation.

The blade of Duvey's sword, planted in the British soil, trembled and hummed.

It once existed as a sub-category of the Omniscient and Omnipotent Book, and is now a relic affected by eternal destruction.

The magical formula symbolizing ultimate creation unfolds.

Arriving in Britain, he wrote his own experiences into the driving book, allowing the sub-directories to become something that surpassed the original book.

It is revealed through the desire to maintain an ideal world.

Du Wei’s words resonated with all the departed souls, penetrating the hearts of every listener with a desperate allure.

She is both human and fairy.

It absorbed everything as if devouring them, turning them into souls.

The mass spanning fourteen thousand years was incorporated, taking in all the filth and sludge left behind in the world.

It's as if they were being sacrificed here.

There weren't many people watching this "creation of the Demon Realm," but everyone's reaction was slightly different.

"What a nice view..."

I can sense that the surroundings are constantly changing.

Du Wei's domineering principles, like threads, connect the earth, washing away all the filth remaining on the ground.

Melusine's gaze was filled with admiration and love.

Looking at him, she saw the same dazzling and radiant figure that had rescued her from the dark swamp that day.

She longed for the transformation of her ideal world.

Bagst witnessed the disappearance of his hometown and was overcome with emotion, bursting into tears.

The tears were not shed out of anger or sadness, but because of the joy and excitement in their hearts.

A pure white world is within reach.

This is the ideal world of the person she loves, and the true utopia she longs for.

"So warm..."

Bawanxi felt warmth amidst her domineering presence.

A melancholic lament for something flawless, a desire to construct a pure, fiery passion, and a disapproval of the status quo.

There is no need to be afraid or terrified.

This feeling is a stain on his ideals.

Ultimately, it was the power of one person that enabled the expansion of hegemony, based on absorbing the mass of the entire island of Britain.

In addition, there are the special properties of the Sword of Domination.

This allowed Britain, which should have been destroyed, to shed its skin and be reborn.

I want to support him, I want to help him.

As the Queen of Winter, she only wishes to remain in this place of refuge, to stay with her loved ones in eternity.