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

His gaze fell upon the angels around him.

That golden gaze, burning like a raging fire, conveyed a power that seemed capable of crushing bones.

The golden light ravaged the spirit and the eyes.

Just like when I first arrived in this other world, I wanted to kneel down before this man and give him everything.

The soul is being gradually eroded and devoured.

So dazzling that they couldn't tolerate even the slightest trace of their own selves—the angels had never felt this way before.

"I see....."

Reinhardt's gaze swept over the group of angels.

When he noticed Bawanshi and the other women, he stopped looking and realized the general situation.

"Is this your first visit? Are you all the treasures (lovers) that Du Wei cherishes so dearly? I don't want to be accused of being impolite. May I ask, sir, may I now entrust this stage to you?"

Reinhardt spoke with refined manners.

Amidst its elegant and noble sounds and colors, it conveys a captivating and irresistible power.

He truly shines like gold.

However, Bavanshi felt an instinctive sense of disgust, as did Artoria and Mordred.

Biological instincts told them not to get close to this guy.

The yin energy swelled and resisted the golden light.

"Heh, Du Wei, being too protective of your lover isn't a good thing, or women will hate you for it."

Reinhardt couldn't help but smile at the sight.

His speech was like offering advice to a close friend, filled with warm and friendly emotions.

Just like a true friend.

"..."

Bavanshi had never seen anything like it before.

Her feelings went far beyond mere disgust; it was as if her very soul was telling her to stay away from this man.

Morgan, who was far away in the palace, gave orders to the three women.

The order was to leave the battlefield.

Without hesitation, the three women were teleported away by the Water Mirror magic upon receiving the order.

Only the bewildered celestial forces remained on the battlefield.

And, a shimmering golden light.

"State your name. Judging from the way you just appeared here, you're not a native of this place, are you?"

The God of the Bible kept his eyes fixed on Reinhardt.

Intuition told her that she had to be wary of this man, or she would definitely be drawn into that radiance.

Even the beast with the number 666 is no match for him.

If the beast 666 is simply ferocious and violent, then this man is a devil radiating light.

A golden beast that bestows false glory upon others.

"That's not true. I came to this demonic realm to seek what I longed for, especially to reunite with my friends."

If I were to state my name... I am Reinhard Tristan Jürgen Heydrich, the first of the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance at the Black Round Table, the Destroyer. That is my identity.”

Reinhardt smiled and looked at the angels.

After announcing his name, he unleashed an extremely powerful spiritual pressure, causing several angels to prostrate themselves on the ground.

The beast-like soul seemed to form an illusory entity.

It's unknown how many lives it swallowed; the vortex of death and suffering intertwined, a sight that sends chills down one's spine.

"I searched relentlessly, driven by hunger, seeking something I could not destroy, and now I have come to this demonic realm in search of it! My friends whom I have met here, I want to embrace you, I love you so much that I want to destroy you!"

Golden light shone upon all those in the heavens.

The man, with a cheerful and refreshing smile, presented himself in an exaggerated yet not jarring manner, which was not off-putting.

On the contrary, it is quite fascinating.

Let us sing together in my world, sing praises to this great blessing! I love everything!

...divide...line...

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Chapter Twenty-Six: The Unbeatable Light of Destruction [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Reinhardt confronts the forces of the Celestials directly.

Finally, an angel could no longer endure this oppression and, in order to escape the golden light, threw out a light gun and a light orb.

"Stop! Don't attack!"

The God of the Bible immediately rebuked him.

The shouts echoed across the entire battlefield, but unfortunately, the scene the angels were witnessing left no room for other sounds.

The roar of the golden beast pierced through our eardrums.

Consciousness is gradually being painted with a domineering color, wanting to obey this will and fight against it, yet also wanting to get rid of fear.

No more, no more.

We must escape from him, and even if we cannot escape, we must destroy this terrifying beast here.

Countless intricate spells were woven and constructed in the air.

Holy light and flames, radiating overwhelming power, swept towards Reinhardt.

If their offensive were to shift to the mortal realm, they could likely obliterate dozens of cities in an instant, truly living up to their name as a celestial army.

They sensed the terror of that being.

Use all your knowledge and strength to launch a comprehensive bombardment.

Even so—before the light and fire even touched Reinhardt, they were all wiped out by a single, brutal blow, leaving not a trace.

An even more dazzling brilliance appeared.

Along with it, the whispers of taboo were also liberated.

"[Yetzirah (formation)]"

"【The Holy Covenant. God of Destiny 147 Shots (Longinuslanze.Testament)!】"

The King of Hell picks up the holy spear that slays gods.

The relic, which was tantamount to a declaration of death, materialized, and an overwhelming spiritual pressure overflowed from the divine spear.

The space was filled with the highest-level holy spirit energy.

A power no less potent than yin energy is spreading rapidly; even a glance at it will scald you.

"Th-what is that...!?"

The angel trembled and dared not look directly at him.

The moment I saw the Divine Spear of Destiny, I felt like vomiting.

A sense of rejection and fear arose from divine instinct; the soul seemed to be wailing and howling, and the heart was pounding violently.

I really want to gouge my eyeballs out.

I wish I could just faint and die.

"What exactly are you...!?"

The voice of the God of the Bible trembled slightly.

The gun felt toxic to her; she had never felt such a strong, heartfelt aversion to it before.

No, not just disgust, but also fear.

It was as if looking at it for even a second would result in being sucked into a divine spear.

"Heh, you're afraid of this spear, aren't you? Speaking of which, this spear does have some connection to you. Its true name is the Spear of Longinus, the legendary spear that slays gods. Isn't that interesting?"

Reinhardt stroked the gun and smiled calmly.

It is the ultimate holy spear that once pierced Jesus in the Bible, stained with the blood of the Son, symbolizing the killing of God.

Its original purpose was to kill gods.

Facing the God of the Bible is like a hungry wolf finding a lamb; even the divine spear itself is buzzing with excitement.

They longed to drink the blood of the gods to quench their thirst.

"Monster! You heretic!!"

Some of the angels covered their heads and screamed hysterically.