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

The God of the Bible is also a standing minority.

The remaining survivors who had survived alongside the two and were still able to fight numbered no more than five across the entire battlefield.

Among them, the God of the Bible spoke first to Du Wei, saying, "...Are you the master of this demonic realm?"

"Yes, Britain is my world."

Du Wei did not deny the answer.

There's no need to hide anything now that the battle has progressed to this point; it wouldn't hurt to let them know some of the information.

From what we can see, this pressure alone makes it seem even more intense.

In their eyes, Du Wei's power was unfathomable, just as the vastness of the universe is immeasurable by humankind.

It seems like an unknown universe that cannot be observed.

It's impossible to see where the other party's end is.

Under Du Wei's domineering rule, everything forgets itself, and even breathing becomes an extreme luxury.

"Do you intend to wipe us all out?"

Lucifer asked the most crucial question.

Du Wei did not answer the question immediately, but opened his eyes after a moment of consideration.

His eyes, filled with coldness, were incredibly clear and lucid.

"Ah, that's right. Of course I'll annihilate you all, since you've trampled on my pure land. So it's not unreasonable for me to demand a debt from you, is it? To deal with such filth from the outside world, that word is indeed the most suitable—annihilation and extinction."

All that could be felt in Du Wei's tone was coldness.

That is the fundamental hostile feeling caused by resentment and disgust, and the heart rejects the existence of such a false thing.

Only the term "extinction of all phenomena" applies.

The chilling thought of annihilating them completely here.

"Gurgle—!"

They bear the heavy burden of being in the public eye.

A look of terror appeared on many faces; hatred and disgust were palpable, and a chill ran through their bodies.

It is about to be crushed and erased.

When such cries reach our ears, people facing fear still only have two choices.

Escape is now completely impossible.

Therefore, all that remains is to eradicate the root cause of fear.

"Ooooooo!!"

Lucifer stared at Du Wei with bloodshot eyes, his arms gripping the ground so tightly that gashes appeared and blood gushed out.

The magical energy seemed to have reached its peak.

A dazzling, dark red glow, like that of boiling magma splashing out, once again enveloped Lucifer.

The fear of death triggers a creature's survival instinct.

"Hmm! Don't underestimate me!"

The God of the Bible seems to be clinging to a final act of defiance.

He uses his madness—even if it means hurting the other party in the end—to prove his indomitable will.

She, as a goddess, had never been so toyed with.

It is perfectly reasonable to feel angry.

Even if it means dying without being able to hurt the other party, you absolutely must throw a punch at that hateful monster.

"The last one? Very well, then I, the Lord of the Demon Realm, will be the one to put a final end to this farce."

Du Wei looked up at the last few people who stood up.

Suddenly, the spiritual pressure on his body contracted and gathered like a pupa emerging from its cocoon.

The monster bared its bloody fangs and claws.

Aside from the God of the Bible and Lucifer, the remaining characters are Gremory, Zeklar, Azazel, Phoenix, and Grefia.

A total of six people challenged Du Wei.

This is the greatest fighting force that the Bible forces can muster at present, and it symbolizes their final struggle.

The rest of them are far from qualified.

They couldn't even face Du Wei's spiritual pressure; they collapsed to the ground, in a pathetic state of losing themselves.

They are deprived of their consciousness and instincts until they lose all meaning.

"You want to survive, don't you? You want to win, don't you? You want to avenge your compatriots, right?"

Du Wei's expression showed not a trace of a smile.

Each question was as sharp and pointed as a knife.

For the forces of the Bible, it was like rubbing salt into a wound, causing blood to drip from hatred and anger to continue to be produced.

"Come and try to defeat me. Let me see what right you filthy creatures have to step into my pure land!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Wei's domineering nature was unleashed.

The power of the Bible, like the final, mournful roar of a dragon soaring through the sky, charged towards him without hesitation or lingering attachment.

Different colors of magic burned within them.

It's intertwined, like the clock of life within the body approaching its end; once extinguished, it can only be erased.

Lucifer was the first to unleash his attack.

Trampling on the dark red current, it accelerated to its maximum speed, a speed that was already beyond the observation of the naked eye.

They unleashed a barrage of overlapping and complex techniques, throwing all their power at Du Wei.

The magic transformed into a colossal, earth-shattering wave.

It roared and charged toward Du Wei's location.

as a result--

"Anyone who fights me out of fear is naively sure they can kill me! I won't die because of such feelings."

Du Wei glanced at the giant wave of magic.

The moment their eyes met, the complex and overlapping spells were swept away.

It's as if the concepts we held were taken away along with the world.

Everything that could be seen was being erased.

...divide...line...

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The world-changing fluctuations invade like tentacles.

Lucifer, who charged towards Du Wei, was the first to be affected, his thoughts being uprooted from his brain.

A chill ran through me, as if I were being entangled by a venomous snake.

Everything I knew seemed to be leaving me, and I had never felt my hands and feet so unfamiliar and strange.

Lucifer was like a tiny being standing alone before a massive tsunami, a sense of fear welling up inside him as he awaited the impending destruction.

But there's no need to worry.

The Void Hell plunders not only abilities and memories, but also the five senses, spirit, and all things that can be considered meaningful as human beings.

Fear is only a fleeting feeling.

Everything will be devoured by the meaningless torrent.

Those who try to resist are like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

In an instant, Lucifer's mind was washed clean as pure as snowflakes, and his pupils dilated and became unfocused.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

A blank look appeared on his face.

The composite spell vanished like a gentle breeze before it even reached Du Wei, disappearing silently before causing any damage.

It looked as if it had been swallowed up by something.

thump--!!

Lucifer collapsed to the ground as if his soul had been ripped out, and he even forgot how to breathe.

All that was visible about him was a thick aura of death.

It's not that Lucifer is dead, but rather that all the meaning of his life has been stripped away.