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

As he drew within a few meters, those jewel-like heterochromatic eyes turned their gaze toward him.

Suddenly, a strange change occurred.

What should have been a fleeting moment was stretched out as if it were an eternity, as if even the passage of time had stopped.

"In the way."

Bagst's words were concise and to the point.

The surrounding air temperature was being completely sucked out, and the Black Flame Sword slashed out horizontally without any excess.

A roaring wave of crimson flames engulfed him.

It's like cleaning up an inconspicuous stain; from the very beginning, the gaze has never been directed at the opponent.

They are insignificant, filthy beings.

Meaningless deaths are never lacking on the battlefield, and this applies equally to the inhuman, magical realm.

The girl witnessed her father perish in a sea of ​​fire.

The blonde woman who killed Luigi Fugos used a method that resembled cleaning up trash.

A power that exists in another realm.

She longed to follow in her father's footsteps, but then she remembered his final words of advice.

She bit her lip until it bled, swallowing her resentment.

Reason that is dominated and eroded by emotion is incorrect; following the example of one's father would only lead to certain death.

Gurefia chose to follow her father's last wish.

We must fight with all our might to survive this battlefield, return to our original world, and warn the world of the dangers of this other world.

This is what she needs to do.

Lucyforgus's death was not as meaningless as Grefia thought; he bought Bagst a moment of respite with his death.

"Demon hound! I will slay it!"

Lucifer suppressed his grief and anger over the death of his trusted confidant.

Transforming this emotion into a crimson flame within, multiple composite spells erupted, unleashing a destructive aura that was flung out of his hand.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

Lucifer was also within the blast radius.

To deal maximum damage and destroy your opponent, this distance is necessary.

"Don't underestimate us fairy knights."

The sound first came from the smoke and dust.

Several cracks appeared on the silver armor, and the rapidly replenishing soul repaired and replenished it at a visible speed.

Bagst still stands at the epicenter of the explosion.

The aura clinging to his body remained undiminished.

"The taste of devouring isn't very good either. It's not exactly weak, but it's not exactly strong either. Filth is just filth after all, and it has no reason to exist."

Bagst said indifferently.

It absorbs most of the magic power of the composite spell using its devouring ability to repair the armor damaged by the aftershocks of the explosion.

Use the enemy's magic to repair yourself.

Her destructive power and endurance are among the best of the three fairy knights, something Melusin cannot match.

"roar--!!"

The sound of a dragon's roar came from the sky.

Bagst realized that Melusin had used her full strength and knew why she had done so.

He did everything he could to avoid disappointing Du Wei.

Then she has no reason not to do so.

"Heh, I can't let this battlefield still be being cleaned up after I've finished dealing with this... Let's stop playing around here, you filth!"

Bagst's tone was quite calm.

This is why a terrifying pressure is being awakened.

The Devouring Demon Hound thus manifested.

The heat generated, defying the laws of physics, caused the soil to boil, and thunderbolts, reaching to the heavens and the earth, struck the ground.

"What....!"

Lucifer stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

She hadn't even used her full strength yet at that level?!

He wasn't the only one shocked to this extent; the seventy-two surviving demon pillars were as well.

The intense heat swept across the battlefield.

A chill and a shiver ran through me.

Unshackle the shackles that bound millions of souls, and they surround Bagst, gradually solidifying and constructing a form for her.

The slowly rising dark red sunbeams were blurry and illusory.

The vortex forms around Bagst.

Originally only the size of a human, Bagst expanded continuously, as if shedding its outer skin to reveal its true form.

The Demon Dog is not a fake.

After growing to a massive size of nearly seventy meters (as Li had), it was the ferocious demonic hound that devoured the thunder and flames.

The black smoke looked as if it had peeled away all the decorations that had been added later.

It revealed the true form of the Demon Dog.

"roar--!!"

A roar powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

The moment the soul heard it felt like it had been crushed.

The demons immediately buckled at the knees and knelt on the ground, forced to face the demon hounds in a crawling manner.

The crimson flames flowing in her eyes scorched the atmosphere.

Reason was not devoured by bestiality.

Since the last calamity invasion, Bagst has been sublimated by absorbing the massive soul of the demon hound.

Reason will no longer be swallowed up by bestiality.

Even without breaking off her tentacles, she can still turn into a calamity; as a demonic hound, she can even incinerate a planet.

...divide...line...hook...

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Chapter Thirty-One: God is a Bastard [Please Subscribe! Please Donate!]

The village, ravaged by fallen angels and demons, is riddled with holes.

The flames could save the lives of the British inhabitants, but they could not restore the village to its original state.

To restore this scene, it needs to be replenished with new souls.

The building's roof, which had turned to charcoal, collapsed and turned to ash before hitting the ground, dissolving into the atmosphere.

Like a bubble, fleeting and illusory.

The harmony of the ideal world is shattered at this moment.

The broken bricks, tiles, and dilapidated stone walls cast blurry shadows in the dim firelight, while groans and sounds of life, incongruous with the scenery, drifted by.

The intermittent sighs were as if fate had choked them.

The heart-wrenching cries and resentment emanating from vengeful spirits.

"Why...did it turn out like this...?"

Mary bit her lip, unable to bear looking at the tragic scene.

She felt as if she had stepped into the ruins of a village.

I could feel the surrounding flames desperately trying to salvage the situation, and the wailing of vengeful spirits filling this empty space.

Unable to turn my head, unable to close my eyes.

Every inch of land in the Demon Realm is built upon corpses and souls; they are an integral part of Duwei.

Mary, who was of one mind with Du Wei, could feel it.

What she was thinking about was the happiness she felt in Britain.

Even the dazzling floral wreath atop its head seemed to sigh in regret, the delicate flowers losing much of their luster.