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

The Fallen Angel Governor was in such a sorry state.

"Oh dear, you've survived, but this is the last one. Before you die, let me let you witness the final dragon's form. Everything I have exists because of 'him'."

A smile appeared on Melusine's small face.

She was like an unrestrained and greedy dragon, wanting to further elevate her power to the highest level.

The suppressed soul energy within the body is ignited.

It manifests the form of a dragon from its original realm.

Even though she didn't need to do this to easily eliminate the enemy, she still showed a serious and reserved attitude in the end.

This kind of attention only makes people feel terrified.

I couldn't understand what Melusin was saying.

If everything said is for "him," then can we assume that there is something even more terrifying?

In an instant, it was as if he had suddenly realized something.

Upon entering the island, I felt a considerable sense of unease.

Voices were heard before the massacre began.

The woman in front of him was probably not even a general; at most, she could only be considered one of his subordinates.

"Rise from the decaying corpses! Breath of fire, wings of iron. In the twilight sky, like a newborn infant! Albion!"

A deep blue flame enveloped Melusin's entire body.

Like a silkworm spinning silk within itself, the flame fueled by the soul is the key element of transformation.

The expanding spiritual pressure transformed into waves that swept across the surroundings.

They once again confronted the fallen angels head-on.

Of the original 30,000 fallen angels, less than 500 remain. The dragon's might has driven 300 of them to the brink of despair.

Birds that seem to have inhaled poison gas.

His eyes lost their color, and he plummeted straight down from the sky.

"roar--!!!"

The dragon's roar, powerful enough to shatter eardrums, resounded through the sky.

His amber dragon eyes, gleaming with rationality, stared at the remaining fallen angels, showing no underestimation or contempt.

She killed with more seriousness than anyone else.

It feels like a steel tank favoring ants.

This feeling would only terrify ants.

The enemy's level is so hopelessly different that their individual skills and strength are on completely different levels.

You can't win from the front.

This is the despair faced by fallen angels, but the level of despair suffered by demons is not low either.

Thirty-six of the seventy-two demon pillars were destroyed.

Two of the four demon kings had their flesh torn apart.

The howling, thunderous, and fiery hounds ravaged the demon army, devouring them like food.

"Father! Your body is already...!"

"Greefia, are you saying this is the end for me?! No, not yet! His Majesty the Demon King is still fighting to the death on the front lines, how could I, Lugiforgus, retreat here! Gua ...

Lucifogus forced his body to stand up again.

The skeleton, reduced to just a few pieces of flesh and blood, slowly raised its arms, its face contorted in agony.

A blood vessel ruptured, and blood filled the eyeball.

Even so, Lucifoggus still gripped the sword, his appearance perfectly befitting his demonic identity.

"Father..."

"We are demons who will not yield to any danger! Even in death, we will die with a heroic smile! Let our enemies witness our will!"

Lucifogus took a heavy step.

As Gurefia watched her father, whose breathing grew increasingly weak, her eyes gradually welled up with tears.

"I am also a demon of the underworld! I will follow you!"

"Foolish! She's just a greenhorn who's never even seen the world! Does she want to die here with us old fogies? That demonic hound is no match for us!"

Lucyphus angrily rebuked Grefia.

He had already seen that his daughter's eyes were red and swollen, and a lump rose in his throat.

During the conversation, the demon dog howled.

The wailing of ten thousand demons echoed across the plains that had become a battlefield, and the blood-red sky seemed to tell that no one could survive.

The demon king Beelzebub was crushed by the silver greatsword.

The sword strike was like shattering stars, and the aftershocks that shook the entire demon realm swept across the high-ranking demons on the battlefield.

The Demon Realm is an alternate world composed of countless corpses and souls.

Its resilience and durability far exceed those of the normal world; even if it is damaged, it can be repaired by its soul.

Of the four demon kings, only Lucifer remains.

"Greefia, you are my daughter. Live! Send back what you have seen and heard to the Underworld to warn the world. Remember, never step into the Demon Realm!"

Lucyforgus had his back to Grefia.

His figure exuded a sense of determination.

"Father!"

Before Grefia could finish speaking, Lucyforgus stepped forward and headed towards the center of the battlefield.

I can no longer listen to my daughter's words.

Despite his seemingly unwavering resilience, he also longed to live on with his daughter.

But Lucyphus knew this wouldn't work.

Reality isn't that kind of thing.

Let this old tree become nourishment for the saplings, striving for hope for the survival of the new generation in such perilous circumstances.

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Chapter Thirty: The Demonic Hound Appears [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

"Come on, Demon Hound! I will be your opponent!"

Lucifogus shouted as he charged toward the battlefield.

I could feel the blood surging through my veins, and incredibly, I felt no fear in the face of a formidable enemy.

A burning, almost frenzied passion surged within my chest.

As the magic flowed, it also tore apart the overburdened flesh, and the candle flame, which had already reached its limit, burned out its last glimmer of light.

A gentle breeze will extinguish this wisp.

We want to win! We want to win!

Like someone nearly dying of thirst in the desert, longing to drink this spring of victory water, sweet as blood.

Even when faced with such a formidable enemy, they did not completely despair.

Look, Demon Hound, I'm right here!

Former companions and demon kings were pulverized, the black flames burning them to ashes like garbage.

At this moment, I am still able to hold them off!

Like a silent roar, it reached out to the demon hounds fighting the Demon King in the center of the battlefield.

It seemed that he had successfully attracted her attention.

The fighting spirit transformed into surging waves that crashed against my heart; I had never felt such a rising passion before.

His beloved daughter was watching him from behind.

A smile crept across Lucyforgus's lips.

Just thinking about this gives me endless motivation, even if it's just to fight for one more second.

We cannot allow the demonic hounds to continue their rampage.

Raising his sword high, he cleaved through the smoke and dust obscuring his vision, his eyes gleaming with intense light and filled with joy.

The target we want to subdue is right in front of us.