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

"go to hell!!"

Samael revealed a sinister smile.

The spell formula quickly constructed in his hands unleashed a magic cannon.

It was aimed directly at Melusine's head at point-blank range, a distance that eliminated any possibility of her escaping.

Boom!

A powerful, all-out attack from the magic cannon.

A beam of light from the clouds drew a dividing line, striking Melusin directly and exploding into a shockwave.

The spreading waves repelled the other six fallen angels.

The floating magical dust obscured the view like smoke, making it impossible to know the outcome.

The result is naturally—

Her snow-white hair swayed and fluttered, and a gentle breeze swept away the smoke and dust, revealing the truth hidden beneath.

The patterns emanate a faint azure glow.

The transmission pipes were carrying an immense amount of soul energy to the armor, and the azure-painted surface remained completely undamaged.

The explosion didn't even leave a scratch on it.

"He's completely unharmed...!"

The usually composed Baiqiu had a gloomy expression.

Samael's presence could no longer be detected.

In other words, his desperate attack was in vain; he didn't even manage to hurt a single hair on his opponent's head.

"I am Albion, soaring through the skies, the last dragon of the open world! You will not return alive from this Britain, not even a drop of your blood or a piece of your flesh will be left for you."

Melusin heralded the start of the killing.

Millions of souls intertwined behind her to form the shape of a dragon, and she could hear the tragic wails of countless resentful and angry souls.

The terrifying sense of quality is evident.

The fallen angels seemed to bear the weight of mountains, unable to linger their gaze on Melusin for even a second.

The pressure from a million souls was no less than the fall of stars.

Cleaning like this is just too slow.

To avoid disappointing the one I love most, I should unleash my full power here to instantly annihilate them.

This idea took root in the mind of the Last Dragon.

The overlapping souls surrounded her, and the dragon's phantom gradually became clear and transparent from within.

"Oh no...!"

Azazel realized something terrible was about to happen.

This pressure was completely different from the one previously released by Melusin.

What happened before was just a flood, but this time it's a terrifying tsunami that will swallow and suck everything in.

The azure armor faded and disappeared from his body.

Its hands and feet transformed into the shape of a dragon once more, and its silver hair turned quite black, as if it had been stained with filth.

Arendet, which was originally a Noble Phantasm, was replaced by the Twin Pistols of the Clock.

The dragon's might spread out, shaking the fallen angels.

“Just now… she mentioned… Albion…!”

Azazel raised his hand to block the impact of the spiritual pressure...

A bead of sweat the size of a bean rolled down his forehead.

In their world, there is also an Albion Dragon, which most people call the White Dragon Emperor Albion.

It is a powerful being belonging to one of the Two Heavenly Dragons.

Azazel knew it quite well.

However, there was one thing he was certain of: the White Dragon Emperor Albion was not as outrageous as he seemed.

"Does your world perhaps have Albion?"

Melusine became slightly interested.

The tone of her voice resonated in everyone's ears, irresistibly reaching their souls.

Even covering your ears won't help you avoid it.

This was the first time Melusin had shown a willingness to speak with a fallen angel; instead of attacking, she floated in the air.

Azazel quickly seized the opportunity.

It would be best to avoid this battle if possible; they certainly didn't want to fight such a terrifying being.

One of the seven fallen angels has been eliminated.

Furthermore, Midusin emerged unscathed during this process, demonstrating the potential impact of her full strength.

We cannot defeat them, and we cannot possibly win.

Now everyone in Assassalis knows this.

"Yes, our world does indeed have Albion. Besides them, there are other dragons. Are you interested in this?"

Azazel seized the opportunity to start a conversation.

If we can avoid fighting through communication, that would be best; we will not let go of any opportunity as long as there is a glimmer of hope.

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"Heh, I won't deny it. If Albion were here, I'd like to go see him. But before that—"

Melusine said with a faint smile.

The hands that had been gripping the two pistols released their grip, and the two pistols transformed into intersecting beams of light that pierced through the space.

It moves between illusion and reality.

When Azazel came to his senses, he saw blood splattering everywhere, and his companions behind him had been pierced through the flesh by beams of azure light.

"I need to eliminate you all. If I don't, my beloved 'him' will be very troubled."

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I thought I would be able to communicate with the other party.

But I never expected them to act so quickly.

Like a galaxy, the twin pistols traced curves as they traversed the blood-red sky, moving so fast that they formed a killing net that covered an area of ​​several kilometers around them.

The seamless net of heaven was closing in on the fallen angel.

Not only can it ignore inertia, but it can also move in irregular ways according to Melusin's will.

Bang bang bang—!

It looked like it was shooting out countless lasers.

In reality, there were only two spears from beginning to end, but they moved so fast that they were impossible to see.

Ale, Ansbai, Sangyansha, Kamer, Saliye...

Five of the seven fallen angels have perished.

In their attempt to fight Melusin to the death, they were pulverized by the laser net that fell from the sky.

The first thing to collapse was the pitch-black wings.

Wrists, arms, and shoulders were all cut into pieces; the rapid cutting left not even a single cell behind.

The heat attached to the clock hand gun was extremely intense.

No flesh or blood residue is allowed.

"Huff... Huff...!"

Azazel became covered in blood.

He couldn't stop panting.

I don’t know how many of my comrades around me are still alive. My eyes are stained red with warm blood.

The twelve wings were cut off, leaving only two wings.

Moreover, there were only scattered feathers remaining on the wings, just like a plucked crow.

The God Destroyer Gear, which served as armor, was stripped away until not even a single piece of iron remained, and the Clock Twin Pistols were as brutal and ferocious as wild beasts.