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

It's so funny...

"Young Master, what do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, just some simple experiments, and that's exactly the kind of behavior we demons should do."

A strange smile cracked across Li Zevheim's face.

And as he stepped toward one of the male villagers, it gave the impression that he had rather ominous intentions.

If they are individuals with a strong yin energy.

For demons who want to obtain Yin energy, there is now a more practical method for experimentation.

The villagers, feeling the chill, retreated out of instinctive fear.

"Hey, don't be afraid of me, okay? Do I look that scary? It's just that what I'm about to do is scary. Just bear with it and close your eyes, it'll pass. Don't even think about running away."

A fierce glint flashed in Li Zevheim's eyes.

A murderous aura emanated from his fingertips.

To figure out how to seize this Yin energy, we naturally need to experiment first, and the easiest way to do this is to kill first.

This is the most convenient option for Li Zewim.

It was also what he personally enjoyed most.

"No, no... Why would you do such a thing...!? Why would you hurt others like this..."

"Why? Well, it's interesting, of course! Do we demons need a reason to do things?"

Li Zevme grinned wickedly, "My magic will transform into a sharp blade."

The pristine land of the ideal will be stained with blood here.

Suddenly, a strange feeling washed over me.

Just as Li Zevim was about to swing his magic blade down, he sensed a gaze coming from somewhere.

Being stared at is like falling into a freezing, icy abyss—a death-like experience.

Biological instincts are barking and sounding the alarm.

"Master!"

Lucyforgus also noticed something was wrong.

It wasn't just Lee Zewell who was enveloped by this terrifying aura; a qualitative change occurred in just one second.

The world, which had been undisturbed, became aware of these alien beings.

Observe their actions within the village.

Disgust, hatred, and anger rushed forth like a howling storm, gradually spreading a chilling coldness that had frozen everything.

Something terrifying is coming.

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Chapter Nineteen: The Void Hell [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

I saw the destroyed and burned village.

Upon seeing the villagers bound and imprisoned, the otherworldly beings were defiled and tainted the idyllic paradise devoid of pretense.

The "reason" that covered the entire territory of Britain turned into flames of resentment and anger.

Now you want to kill my beloved? Do you even want to trample on my only ideal paradise?

Unforgivable, unforgivable.

Beings that flow in from this disgusting world outside, I hereby bestow upon you a hopeless death.

The raging hurricane was mixed with grief and indignation.

The icy temperature clearly revealed its hatred for the outside world, not allowing anything foreign to set foot in its pure land.

Although no sound has been heard yet.

But the fallen angels and demons on earth could feel this emotion, as if an oppressive sense of being at odds with the world had descended upon them.

We don't know where the enemy is.

The saying "every bush and tree looks like an enemy soldier" is not an exaggeration here.

Every blade of grass and every tree on the island was painted with an angry hue, all of which spoke of hostility towards outsiders.

"What... is this... 27!!"

A bead of sweat trickled down Li Zewell's forehead.

The faces of those around him turned incredibly grim, as if they were struggling to keep their spirits from collapsing.

The howling wind and the shrill rustling of leaves as they were whipped around seemed to be speaking a language.

It is sound—and yet it is not sound.

The unknown entity seemed intent on crushing their central nervous system and core, a terrifyingly forceful intervention.

The strange phenomena of heaven and earth were under his control.

The actions of the demon and the fallen angel undoubtedly enraged him.

“You are all hypocrites. Meaningless existence will not be tolerated in this pure land that belongs to me.”

Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first.

The sound carried a magical power, impacting and resonating in the minds of fallen angels and demons.

Unable to resist, they knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Their memories began to be stripped away.

This situation first appeared among mid-level demons and mid-level fallen angels, while those at higher levels mostly resisted through willpower.

"Ugh...!"

Lucifer dared not act rashly.

Even without ever having met the owner of this voice, one can understand something quite clear.

Different dimensions, insufficient level of understanding.

The yin energy residing in them could only cause minor abnormalities, and was completely incomparable to that of the other party.

"Oops..."

Azazel's expression was gloomy.

I sensed a terrifying presence somewhere.

Those who lack strength cannot comprehend the changes taking place, while only those with sufficient power can understand the horror.

The difference in quality is obvious without even thinking about it.

This energy fluctuation, which slowed everyone's consciousness and continued to expand, was unfathomable to anyone.

This is domineering.

Gods and demons could not comprehend this distortion and could only passively respond to this fluctuation from outside the scope of the other world.

The thought of overwhelming everything and coloring everything.

It is the ultimate power of conquest.

“Shameless scoundrels like you, living a life of deceit while wearing a mask of hypocrisy, have no right to remain in the Pure Land. Let me show you what true purity is.”

The dusky yellow sky turned blood red in the blink of an eye.

It seemed to be a display of the Demon Realm Master's anger and his heartache for the persecuted villagers.

Every life in Britain is a treasure to Duvey.

Ah, I want to love purity, I want to deeply love the earth and the people.

This is the only world I live in.

The entire land of Britain seemed to be engulfed in flames, surrounding the fallen angels and demons from another world.

The villagers and others all surrounded them.

However, the villagers were not afraid of the flames; on the contrary, they found them quite dazzling and warm.

It felt like being completely surrounded by a father's loving kindness.

Therefore, there is no need to fear this raging fire.

The villagers were not injured when they touched the flames, and their injuries are being rapidly repaired and healed.

"It's the Fairy Knight...!"

Some humans and fairies couldn't help but murmur.

The figure of Du Wei could be vaguely seen emerging from the flames.

No matter how desperate the situation, this great man will surely bring hope anew, just as he did when Britain was destroyed.