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

"call..."

He exhaled a small breath of stale air.

Artoria's demonic sword unleashed a terrifying undercurrent once more.

The angels' expressions immediately changed.

These filthy undercurrents seem to exist solely to devour the light, and even their holiness cannot be purified.

"I will take charge of the defense preparations!"

Gabriel in Seraph has his arms crossed.

Like countless stars, her radiance shone upon her, instantly extending her protection to the entire army.

Michael and Uriel joined forces to fight back.

Instantly, a burst of intense magical light passed between the two, striking the spell Gabriel had constructed head-on.

The dark, turbid current that was swept away splashed onto the ground.

Anything that is touched will be corroded and melted.

Click!

Cracks symbolizing ruin emerged from the defensive spell, and dark currents seeped in from them, splashing onto several angels.

Suddenly, it was as if the light had been swallowed and corrupted by darkness...

"Guaaaaaaahh ...

The mid-level angel let out a piercing scream of pain.

Even their souls are being ravaged and destroyed.

The skin was corroded and charred, the white feathers were tainted by an excessively dense yin energy, and the stark white bones were exposed from the flesh and blood.

What a vicious and filthy light!

"Hmph, is this how you treat your guests?!"

The God of the Bible releases holy light that envelops the angels.

The stench of corruption was quickly eradicated.

It also healed the injured angels and even helped Gabriel stabilize his defensive spells.

"We can't let her continue like this!"

"Yes, stop her."

Michael and Uriel, holding the Holy Lance, swooped down.

Its spear tip was aimed at Artoria, and it was also imbued with the divine flames of the heavens.

The atmosphere was burned away by this high temperature.

Artoria below seemed completely unconcerned, not even glancing at the two approaching figures.

Such contempt was an insult to the two angels.

However, we cannot be careless.

The opponent was able to kill nearly five thousand mid-level angels with a single blow, so in terms of strength, they were at least at the same level as them.

Or, above that.

The yin energy attached to Artoria is too dangerous.

Each time she swung her sword, the magical energy she unleashed was far greater and more terrifying than the original 1.1.

I feel like I haven't even used my full strength yet.

Just as the two seraphim were swooping down from the sky at high speed, invisible sound threads appeared in the air without anyone noticing.

Just as they were about to touch each other, they sensed a chilling killing intent.

Noticing that the two angels could not control their sprinting speed, he swung his light gun forward.

Several of the sound strings were broken and splintered.

This doesn't mean it will affect her plans, since everything was already arranged when those two angels rushed out.

Countless dense threads crisscrossed the air.

Not only did they control Gabriel and Uriel, but they also manipulated the celestial forces floating in the sky.

Like a butterfly caught in a spider's web.

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Threads of Blood, Crimson Thunder [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

"silk.....!?"

The God of the Bible gazed upon it and exclaimed in astonishment.

It is not a line constructed by physical means, but a binding net formed by yin energy.

Some of the angels in the group were bound by crisscrossing threads.

As the threads tightened further, some angels could only struggle in vain in the face of such danger.

Fresh blood gradually stained the silk threads red.

This paints the originally invisible lines with a touch of red, making the blood lines appear intricately arranged in the air.

However, there are certain patterns within this.

The scattered blood blossoms resembled falling petals, drifting lightly like cherry blossoms, silently taking away lives.

"Hahaha! Die, die! You scum who trample on this land, you'd better all die!"

Joyful laughter echoed from the woods.

From there emerged a glamorous young woman in a bright red gown, her gaze toward the celestial angels filled with mockery.

　27. Pure yet evil.

She enjoyed the art created by killing, and regarded it as love and sincerity for those she loved.

Bawanshi is a very simple and innocent girl.

"Are you the residents of this place? You started this fight without any explanation, which means you see us as enemies and have no intention of negotiating, right?"

"Of course, it never was from the beginning. It was like this the moment you set foot on this pure land. This is the world he created by giving everything, and I can't let him bear it all alone anymore."

Bawanshi directly clarified the relationship with the Celestial Realm.

The enemy relationship is already obvious.

The ideal world can only exist purely within it; all other existences must be eliminated.

Bavanshi's eyes cast a passionate gaze upon him.

That was an unusual quick wit and intelligence, and a surge of passion that erupted when fighting against foreign enemies.

Like fingers pulling on silk threads.

"If only I had a heel that I liked... No... even if I made it into a high heel... wouldn't it be an eyesore...?"

Bawanshi blinked and looked the angel over.

That wasn't about looking at the enemy, but about judging their worth, and the result was quite obvious.

It's better to kill them all.

The angels didn't stand idly by; they immediately launched a counterattack, bombarding her with holy lances and orbs of light.

"Oh my, you're really working hard."

Ba Wanxi smiled gently, relying on the sound threads to form a shield.

A protective shield, stitched together from countless yin energies, protected her, blocking most of the attacks and bombardments.

Finally, the divine flames descended from the sky and shattered the shield in one fell swoop. In terms of firepower, the Celestial Realm was definitely not inferior.

Bawanxi's strength is considerable after being nurtured by yin energy.

However, compared to Bagst and Melusin, she was ultimately much weaker due to her lack of talent.

Dewey and Morgan were certainly aware of this.

They had made thorough preparations long ago.

Michael and Uriel split up to deal with Bavanshi and Artoria, with the former gradually severing the sound threads with his Blade of Light.

The golden armor imbued with divine flames serves a defensive purpose.

Every time Bavanshi used her silk threads to approach, they were burned by the flames, and Michael was getting closer and closer to Bavanshi.

Rumble—!!

Suddenly, a crimson beam of light swept across the forest battlefield.

Unlike the dim glow of Artoria's corrosive light, it was a crimson thunder that resounded across the sky.