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

Bang--!!

The explosion, powerful enough to alter the terrain, left behind a trail of devastation. The surrounding area was engulfed in flames, from which echoes of agonizing screams resounded.

Exposed to the raging flames, some demons and fallen angels were vaporized by the aftershocks, leaving no trace.

The pungent smell of burning filled my nostrils.

It also carried the smoky smell of evaporated flesh and blood, the flesh and blood of fallen angels and demons.

Such a terrifying blow right from the start.

The demons and fallen angels brought approximately 30,000 troops, bringing the total to at least 60,000.

The explosion claimed the lives of 10,000 soldiers.

The hot wind carried the cries and wails of the departed, whose souls would not return to their original world.

Instead, it will become part of Britain.

They will suffer endless torment in this paradise forever, with no possibility of ever experiencing happiness.

The calamity was also destroyed by the explosion.

They did not disappear after they rotted and melted, but instead merged into the earth to fill the damage to Britain.

"Huh...?"

Bagst frowned, looking slightly surprised.

It wasn't that I was curious about someone being able to block the attack.

Instead, she was thinking, "Why are there still people alive after this attack?" She was quite dissatisfied with this.

"It seems there are still those who can contend with me. Morale hasn't collapsed either, which means I have capable commanders..."

Bagst analyzed the situation indifferently.

At the same time, an attack from the demons interrupted her.

"Drink it!!"

A burly, dark-skinned man leaped out from the vortex of flames.

He is Zekram Baal, one of the seventy-two demon pillars, and the current head of the Baal family.

In the underworld, the Baal family is known for their destructive power.

He saw someone who was essentially an enemy appear, and after withstanding the blow he had just received, he quickly made a judgment.

This guy is definitely one of the enemy's top generals.

"Hmph, what a reckless fool."

The greatsword in Bagst's hand seemed weightless.

With a single hand gripping the sword, he raised the blade with lightning speed, using the surface of the blade to block Zekram's punch.

Just when Bagst thought that was the end of it.

The power of destruction is unleashed.

Although it was only the size of an insect, fine cracks were slowly appearing on the blade.

An aura of destruction was ravaging the blade.

Unfortunately, the destructive power he unleashed was far from sufficient.

Czechlar wanted to continue his attack, but instead felt a terrifying, devouring power emanating from the sword.

It looked as if a man-eating demonic hound had opened its bloody maw.

*Pfft!*

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Unreasonable Power [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

The plains were transformed into a hellish battlefield far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Czechlar attacked Bagst, but little did he know that his sword was imbued with a terrifying devouring power.

"Ugh—!!"

His entire arm was torn and bleeding.

Blood gushed out like a stream, turning his entire left arm crimson in the blink of an eye.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain without losing his composure.

Czechlar immediately pulled his hand back from the sword, and the tearing sensation in his left arm quickly subsided.

"Huff... Huff...!"

They fled in a disheveled state, as if they had survived a catastrophe.

Beyond his perfectly stitched armor, he also possessed a body as tough as steel, honed to perfection.

But this is how it ended up.

The sleeve of his left arm armor was almost completely shattered, and even the torn flesh was still oozing blood.

The power within the Black Blazing Sword is devouring.

After causing the damage, it also absorbed some of the magic power in his body, leaving his injured left arm completely immobile.

I can't feel even the slightest bit of sensation.

At most, I could only feel the lingering pain in my arm.

It was even more unbelievable to the demons and fallen angels that the seemingly invincible Zeklar would reveal such a disgraceful state.

Standing amidst the black flames, Bagst was as majestic as a war goddess.

This caused some demons and fallen angels to abandon their will to fight.

The oppressive, chilling aura was eroding their spirit and will, forcing them to give their lives here.

Rather than enduring this pain.

It would be better to just die quickly.

"Do not be afraid! The enemy is only one person. How can we demons of the underworld be cowards? Cast all fear behind us! Let her see the power of the underworld!"

Lucifer's voice echoed throughout the demon ranks.

This immediately calmed everyone down, as they saw the general leading the army still facing the enemy.

The soldiers' morale was gradually stabilized.

If the soldiers see their generals facing a powerful enemy alongside them, they will feel a sense of security that they can rely on.

Soldiers in war can be cowardly.

However, a general leading an army cannot.

"Do you guys want to be laughed at by the demons?! If you want to become a laughing stock, then be afraid! That will only delay your death by a few seconds! You all have the will to fight, don't you? You want to win here, don't you?!"

Azazel was also invigorating the fallen angels.

When compared to the demons, the fallen angels become incredibly excited.

Everyone abandoned their fear.

They all didn't want to lose to the devil.

"Victory will ultimately be won by the fallen angels!!"

The fallen angels shouted their declaration of victory.

The demons, also stirred by the competitive spirit, rose from the ground again, each unwilling to be outdone.

Everyone wants to survive here.

I don't want to be any weaker than these black crows, and I don't want to be looked down upon by these despicable creatures.

The demon chose to fight Bagst.

The fallen angels chose to pay more to Melusin.

Both sides selected their opponents and launched a full-scale attack without daring to slacken their efforts.

Thick smoke and dust filled the air.

Czechlar leaped out again, the injury on his left arm having healed somewhat.

It's clear he received treatment.

This time, he wasn't the only one fighting; two other figures swiftly attacked Bagst.

They are Lucyphogus's father and daughter.

As a noble family serving Lucifer, they naturally had to demonstrate their family's prestige at this time.

The man rushing out is Lucifogus.

The attacker from the flank was a cold and stern young woman, whose face still faintly revealed a hint of immaturity.