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

But its imposing presence cannot be denied.

Her full name is Grefia Lucifogus.

Lucyphus originally intended for his daughter to benefit from the Yin energy, but he never expected to end up on this battlefield with her.

If I had known beforehand that this would happen, I certainly wouldn't have let her follow.

However, what's done is done.

The enemy has now slaughtered so many of their own people, and they still refer to them with such contempt.

We must let her know that the underworld is not to be trifled with.

There will be no retreat on the battlefield.

Unlike Zeklar, who went unarmed, Lucifogus chose a usable greatsword.

Requesting flowers?

The greatsword slashed through the air towards Bagst.

Thick smoke and dust from the battlefield rose along the way, an attempt to obscure the enemy's vision.

This narrows Bagst's field of vision.

No matter what kind of person they are, they will inevitably reveal some flaws in his moves.

"Czech Lahr, go!"

"Ohh ...

Lukiforgus and Czechlar joined forces to attack.

The former imbues the sword with magical incantations, while the latter uses destructive spells to bombard it.

Both sides' attacks arrived at the target simultaneously.

What Lucyforgus received was the feel of a direct hit, and what echoed in his ears was the crisp sound of the strike.

... .... ...

The other party must have been caught off guard.

Getting hit is one thing, but whether you were caught off guard is another...

"what!"

Lucifogus's eyes widened.

The hands gripping the blade trembled slightly from the excessive force, and it was slender arms that stopped the blade.

Bagst reached out and grabbed the blade.

Her cold, beautiful face revealed a disdainful expression as she coldly said, "Do you think such petty tricks will work on me? You are all pathetic."

The remnants of destructive magic floated in the air.

The instant the destruction spell was unleashed, Bagst used his Devouring attribute to absorb the magic power.

Weaken it completely from the root.

So much so that when the destructive spell struck her, Bagst was found unharmed when the smoke cleared.

A chilling murderous intent seeped into his soul.

Lugiforgus, who was quite close to Bagst, could not avoid it; even if he moved, he would be caught by the opponent.

He clearly took the hit because of his face.

But not a single strand of her golden hair was burned.

No matter how big the gap is, there should be a limit; at least some damage should be inflicted by that attack.

Reality, however, makes no sense at all.

The opponent's defense and resilience are far beyond those of other dimensions.

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Darkness Devouring Light [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Demons and fallen angels waged a great battle on Salisbury Plain.

The Celestial forces reside in Cornwall Forest.

This is the southwestern border of Britain, and they have not encountered any intelligent beings with whom they can communicate.

It felt strange from the very beginning.

It was as if the island was rejecting them, creating an unusual sense of rejection.

Soon, they emerged from the forest.

What awaited them there was—

A female knight, clad entirely in black armor and stained with filth and malevolence, stood like a statue on the grass outside the forest.

She seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

He was dispatched here by Du Wei and received orders to annihilate the enemy.

The objective is to eradicate the alien species that have entered Britain.

Without needing to engage in verbal communication, Artoria switched to a "one-four-three" grip on her sword upon seeing the newcomer.

The corrupting magic surged and spread in all directions, corroding and engulfing the land it touched.

The flowers withered, and a deathly atmosphere pervaded the air.

Like insects devouring the earth, it spread rapidly in all directions in a twisted form.

Accompanying it is a strong yin energy.

Artoria exuded an incredibly thick aura of yin energy.

While other people's Yin energy was only a few wisps, the Yin energy on her body was completely lumpy.

Both the spiritual foundation and the spiritual core were tainted with yin energy.

She broke through the barrier that restricted heroic spirits, allowing her to continue growing stronger while still in the form of a heroic spirit.

Even Grand Spirit Origin is nothing more than this.

Artoria's current state is such that it's fair to say she's still alive; she has transcended the concept of a Heroic Spirit.

This ability was also a power that Du Wei had given her.

As for why she wanted to assist Du Wei, the biggest reason was that she had personally witnessed the power of Britain.

Even if it's not the hometown you know.

But this land is indeed Britain, and it is quite beautiful as an ideal place.

Did King Arthur need a reason to protect Britain?

As long as it's British, there's no problem.

After the reversal, Artoria's thoughts became simpler and more direct; she became a Servant without any regrets, based on her own decision.

Moreover, serving under Du Wei is not bad.

We'll discuss this in more detail later.

Boom! ...

A dim, demonic light pierced the sky, cutting through it.

The trees in the Cornish forest had all withered and burned, and the decaying light, filled with decay and heat, melted everything.

The screams and cries of agony were completely swallowed up by the deafening explosion.

Death and despair arrive on the battlefield.

Upon its arrival, it delivered a devastating blow to the Celestials without warning, wiping out five thousand angels from the thirty thousand-strong army.

The white feathers were burned by the dark purple flames.

The ground was littered with charred corpses and bones, and Artoria strolled leisurely through the waves of corrosion.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?!"

Several holy spears formed from condensed light fell from the sky.

Bang, bang, bang!

Artoria deflected the incoming light guns with a series of slashes from her sword, then turned her gaze to the group of angels in the sky.

The one who questioned her was the God of the Bible.

However, Artoria did not respond.

Perhaps in her view, there was no need to engage in pointless dialogue with the enemy; only by eliminating the enemy through battle could she find meaning in her own life.

There is no need to show mercy to invaders.

As a tyrant, she would ruthlessly slaughter foreign enemies.