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

A slightly bewildered look appeared on Reinhardt's face.

A chilling killing intent materialized into a sword blade and slashed down.

Bang--!!

His instinctive fighting spirit prompted him to defend, which just barely blocked Du Wei's slashing aura.

The sense of bewilderment was dispelled by the flame-like golden light.

But I could still feel something was off.

A few seconds later, a glimmer of clarity flashed in his eyes.

"Is this your domineering 27?"

Reinhardt put away his gun, feeling the domineering presence of his opponent.

By observing the subtle changes in himself, he was now able to fully understand the reasons behind the other party's domineering behavior.

"What a troublesome form of tyranny. Stripping others of all meaning, allowing only what one desires. Is purity what you yearn for?"

Reinhardt asked with interest.

He was absolutely right.

As a general of the Third Reich, he possessed extraordinary insight, otherwise he would not have been able to assign tasks to his subordinates.

Those who know how to use people naturally also know how to analyze them.

"So what?"

"It's nothing. Your domineering nature is as ethereal and beautiful as a dream, and your pure tastes are not a bad thing. It's just that before Karl guided me to the path of magic, I had no real sense of living. Your domineering desires stem from emptiness, and you and I are very similar."

Reinhardt was still talking during the battle.

The conversation seemed to have no effect on the fight between the two; with each sentence spoken, their swords and spears clashed countless times.

Whether it's Reinhardt or Duve.

Both were struck and pierced, and then their bodies were repaired and healed by the Soul Army.

"I absolutely refuse to be talked about like that by you. We're completely different! Don't flatter me!"

Du Wei rejected it from the bottom of his heart.

However, deep down, I have to accept it.

Reinhardt's desire is to love everyone, but this love may hurt others.

Therefore, before he entered the demonic path, he sealed away this love.

In order to prevent others from being ruined by his love, he labeled everyone in the world as "boring stuff".

Because they were in a state of forcibly suppressing their desires, they often lived a life of hunger.

Du Wei, on the other hand, was hungry because he couldn't find anything of importance.

The former sealed away love out of fear of destruction, while the latter felt that everything was meaningless because they could not find anything important.

It is true that neither of them can feel the reality of the situation.

However, its subsequent development was quite different.

Reinhard later had an epiphany.

If you don't love something just because you're afraid of destroying it, aren't you just belittling the things you love?

Therefore, he must love even more diligently than ever before.

Even if it means destruction, love is still love.

"What's the difference? We're all friends who feel empty in this world, gathered here to love (and fight) together! Since there's love, then we must destroy it! Du Wei, isn't that what you're doing too?"

Reinhardt fired a shot that sent Duve flying.

Indeed, he hit the nail on the head a lot.

For the sake of his pure love, Du Wei was even willing to defy pan-human history and the gods.

The journey was marked by bloodshed and destruction.

However, he is definitely different from Reinhardt.

"No, I'm not like you! I only fight to protect! Reinhardt, you see killing others and destroying things as an expression of love! How could I possibly be like you!"

Du Wei countered with reason and logic.

The tricolor dragon roared as it attacked Reinhardt.

The red dragon was shattered by a single shot, while the other black and white dragons tore at his arms and legs.

A golden aura suddenly exploded from his body.

All three dragons were blasted away.

"For my sake, if I am to be regarded as the world, then I must cherish every cell. Ah, these are too delicious, I have not yet had enough of them, love, courage, despair, anger, sorrow, everything—even if I am called a sinner who is a monster."

There was not a trace of falsehood in Reinhardt's words.

They have unwavering faith in their understanding of love and act with passion based on that understanding.

That's why he was called a terrifying demon.

A murderer is someone who destroys others with murderous intent, while a devil is someone who destroys others with love.

"The stories in the world are the supreme creation, and people in my universe must make sacrifices! Those who fear me, those who respect me, those who want to take something back—all of you have shown me beautiful stories."

Reinhardt took Duvet's attitude extremely seriously.

Because Dewey was also someone Reinhardt wanted to love (or destroy).

This is the devil.

Offering false dreams, power, and glory, in exchange for the forbidden light of love that steals away the soul.

The King of the Tomb, who reigns over the city of the dead, where slaves are imprisoned.

It is something that absolutely cannot be tolerated.

"You really are a complete madman!"

Du Wei revealed a look of disgust as he shattered the golden brilliance.

It simply doesn't make sense at its core.

People like Reinhardt, who cultivate in a domineering way, have even organized their own abnormalities into a complete logic.

It's no use saying anything.

Duve abandoned the idea of ​​communicating with Reinhardt.

In fact, putting yourself in someone else's shoes is the same.

Others could not understand Du Wei's emptiness, nor could they understand why he so fond of purity.

For the sake of the purity he yearned for, Du Wei did not mind destroying all things in the universe.

On this point, he and Reinhardt agree.

Those who achieve tyranny are so twisted; they are devils who should never exist in this world.

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"Heh, you won't approve of me, will you?"

"Of course!"

Duwey and Reinhardt were incompatible.

Even if they shared the same starting point of feeling hunger and discontent as Reinhardt, the paths they took afterward would never have been the same.

Perhaps it's because the two are so similar.

That's why they won't agree with each other.

How could someone like that be me?!

As this thought arose in Du Wei's mind, the sword he wielded in battle became even more fierce and powerful.

"That's good. Your denial is an affirmation of your own will. Otherwise, it would be too boring... At this moment, dance is throbbing in my chest, along with the burning passion of blood. Ah, unreal war is the entertainment of us who pursue madness!"

Reinhardt's blond hair flew wildly.

Combined with the rippling golden vortex, it looks like a majestic lion baring its fangs and claws, radiating divine power.

My inner passion surged like waves crashing against the shore.

Pierced, slashed, hit.

Stab back, cut back, fight back.

The two were practically hurting each other in this state, while the surrounding ocean had long been evaporated into scorching steam by the flames.

They descended by more than a thousand meters.