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

The attacks couldn't even scratch a hair on her head.

Unable to deal with her through physical attacks at close range, using magic would only satisfy her appetite.

This is beyond imagination.

"I'm utterly powerless. Neither this will nor this strength! I'll tell you that these petty tricks are completely useless!"

The Bagst Greatsword was once again stained with dark flames.

The burgeoning murderous intent transformed into a hurricane and swept forward.

Not only was Czechlar fighting her, but the four Demon Lords also chose to intervene when they saw the situation.

The demons in the rear used magic to provide fire support.

Bang bang bang bang -! !

Another round of explosions engulfed Bagst.

The explosion wave rose up from the plain.

Faced with the choice between losing players and defeating their opponents, the demons clearly chose the latter.

It doesn't matter if the aftermath affects other demons.

A figure could be seen in the slowly rising smoke and mist; she stood upright in a deep pit that was more than ten meters deep.

A massive amount of magic power was absorbed into his body.

The dense gas has expanded to an extreme extent, to the point where it could explode at any moment; the instant of destruction is imminent.

I had assumed she wouldn't be able to absorb too much magic.

It's only now that I realize this approach was completely wrong; I can't even imagine the extent of her transgressions.

"【The Sword of Victory (Excalibur.Galatine)】!"

Bagst radiated the residual heat of the spell.

The silver greatsword was once again wreathed in flames.

Although the method of release is exactly the same as before, it has just been successfully absorbed by magic.

Now this energy is about to explode under pressure.

The sun's rays emerged from the center of the smoke.

The four demon kings erected a magical defense before the attack arrived.

Boom!

A magical light that burned everything covered the earth.

The explosion was so large that a gust of wind shot into the sky, but none of the fallen angels paid any attention to it.

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The azure meteor moved at supersonic speeds, tearing through the air.

Left side, right side, front.

"Ugh!!"

Fallen angels fell from the sky one after another.

She swung her sword as if it were perfectly timed, and in less than a second, the lightsaber disintegrated into countless particles of light.

An energized Arondette cannot exist for very long.

Melusine used it as an instant-fire, point-blank weapon, and she particularly liked its high traverse rate.

"They're just bees scurrying around! I'll take them down!"

Kirkbor raised his hand and created a spear of light.

With the enhancement of Yin energy, not just one, but dozens of light guns, each as tall as a tower, were created.

As she stared at the path Melusin had taken, a disdainful smile appeared on her face.

. .... ....

By anticipating and controlling their location in advance.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Dozens of glowing guns roared and fired simultaneously.

In an instant, dozens of beautiful flowers bursting from the light spears bloomed in the air.

Some of the fallen angels also perished along with him.

Like demons, they have reached a point where they can no longer care about their own allies.

Kokober saw the dense attack.

At such high speeds, the opponent couldn't easily break free of their trajectory and was destined to be shot down from the air.

The killing intent and the flash of light simultaneously transformed into a gust of wind and swept in.

Before Kokober could continue to ponder, the incredibly sharp slash had already severed his train of thought.

His eyes were filled with astonishment.

He couldn't understand how the other person had moved in front of him.

"Clear, erase."

Melusine's words were devoid of any emotion.

The yin energy blades that pierced from the scabbards on his arms were stained with traces of blood; Kokober had already been sliced ​​open by the blades.

*Pfft!*

The body, split in two, fell from the sky.

Only the seven fallen angels who were observing knew what had happened.

Not only was Melusin unharmed by Kirkbor's attack, but she also killed him with lightning speed.

The whole process was efficient and straightforward.

Her precision and decisiveness in killing far surpassed that of ordinary people; there was not even a fallen angel who could survive a single blow from Melusin's sword.

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The continuous slashes flashed with azure light.

The purple lightning released by Baichu was severed, unable to stop Melusin's high-speed charge.

The seven fallen angels could barely put up a fight against him.

All the other fallen angels were killed by the sword and were unable to participate in this great battle.

Azazel attempts to capture the fast-moving Melusine.

Even though she was within arm's reach, her exact location was impossible to pinpoint; her appearance was distorted and indistinct.

Every time I tried to attack her, I missed.

The seven fallen angels did not forget to defend themselves while attacking.

They had to exert all their strength to block the sword strike that Melushin unleashed with radiance. To put it simply, every aspect of the opponent's attack was like a divine technique.

Bang--!!

Azazel wore an artificial god-destroying armor.

Although it cannot compare to the real thing, "147" is enough for him to use here, at least it can help him resist some of the defense.

A surprise attack from various angles.

Each impact created a new crack in the armor, leaving countless blurry afterimages.

Melusine's speed is getting faster and faster.

The whirlwinds it stirred up as it moved were as sharp as blades, cutting through the defensive spells of the seven fallen angels.

Meanwhile, Melusin plans to defeat them one by one.

Arondette's blade sprang from its sheath, unleashing a terrifying burst of soul mass in an instant.

"【The Unknown Innocence Aroundight】!!"

True name disguised, Noble Phantasm unleashed.

Samael was the first one targeted by Melusin.

The immaculate blade pierced through its abdomen in a single strike; defensive techniques were as fragile as paper before the Boundary Dragon.

"Pfft—!!"

Samael coughed up blood.

However, this did not break his fighting spirit; even when injured, he did not forget his desire to destroy his opponent.