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

Once biological instincts are lost, they cease to act.

Loss of memory, loss of consciousness.

Ultimately, the physical body can only turn into dust.

The void of hell reveals its terror invisibly.

It possesses a domineering power even more terrifying than the Light of Destruction, and anything that does not meet Du Wei's criteria will be erased.

An ideal world only requires the existence of things he approves of.

The only end of defilement is complete annihilation.

"Your Majesty the Demon King...!"

Gimonli shouted and tried to step forward.

However, when he took a step...

The force that forcibly strips away consciousness invades the soul like a maggot constantly wriggling as it devours its prey.

Sight, hearing, smell, pain, and taste.

Everything was lost in an instant.

The image of the scenery I had seen before began to blur in my mind, and I painted it with a blank white.

"Guwa!"

Gimonli knelt down.

Unable to bear the severing feeling of this meaningless hell, denying a self that has lost all meaning.

He fell before the battle even began.

The God of the Bible realized that he could not get too close to Du Wei, or he would lose his fighting ability like Lucifer and Gremory.

"Drink it!!"

First, use long-range attack techniques.

Tens of thousands of spells and incantations floated out from around the God of the Bible, all compiled into a unified whole that circulated and revolved.

The overflowing holy light illuminated the black iron land.

Unfortunately, the entire island is a demonic realm.

Therefore, even if the God of the Bible perceives the nature of the void hell, he can never escape its influence.

The thoughts that were being compiled into the incantation seemed to be laced with poison.

It was as if the skull was pried open with ferocious and violent force, and ice spikes were being used to stir the brain marrow without restraint.

There is a gap in knowledge and memory.

"Pfft!"

The God of the Bible vomited blood.

Within seconds, he lost control of the technique.

If her knowledge and memories are like a remote control for manipulating magic, then this remote control was just broken.

The energy of the countercurrent is like a wild horse that refuses to be controlled.

The magic surging through the veins was tearing the flesh apart.

His already stained pure white robe was now stained with blood, and his thoughts were so jumbled that he could no longer make sense of anything.

I will crush that hateful man!

Why did I do that? What am I doing? What is my purpose here?

It forcibly sustains the operation of the spells and incantations.

Her delicate body continued to bleed as she fought on, relying solely on her last remaining thoughts.

"Ah, though it still retains the breath of the living, both its spirit and body have reached the state of the dead. How pathetic, in the end it will only fall into this bottomless abyss of nothingness like an ignorant newborn. It is truly beautiful."

Reinhardt watched the drama unfold with amusement.

He was in no hurry to engage in a fierce battle with Du Wei.

It's not that Reinhardt didn't care, but the sight of the Bible forces rising up was too endearing.

He deeply loved everything in the world.

Even the weakest being, like an ant, can be loved. Isn't a drama that celebrates despair a wonderful thing?

What is there to worry about?

He found so many delicious emotions from his best friend, so many that he didn't know which one to choose.

Indeed, only stories are truly sublime delicacies.

Boom!

The blood-stained, tainted radiance of the polar day was released from the center of the spell, emitting a mournful roar as if the sky were shattering.

The interference of colorless waves reveals a sense of heaviness.

The light was not completely erased.

The cascading light struck Du Wei directly from the front.

"This attack is slightly better than the previous one, but the quality and quantity between us are completely different."

Du Wei's voice and tone overwhelmed the roar and reached the souls of everyone present.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, the sword slash, powerful enough to shatter all things in the universe, tore through space and shattered the light.

The shattered void resembled the gaping maw of a wild beast.

The inescapable suction force pulled the radiance into it, swallowing it whole without a ripple.

"All your attacks are futile."

Du Wei stared indifferently ahead (at Li's).

No harm.

It didn't even leave a mark on the skin, which wasn't because it was particularly strong, but rather because of its unique physical defense.

There is a very simple analogy to describe this situation.

No matter how fierce the flames in the painting are, they can't reach the people in reality, creating a sense of disconnect between them.

A painting simply cannot alter reality.

However, reality can easily shatter that illusion.

Low-dimensional attacks are useless no matter how many times they are used, while high-dimensional attacks are easier to subdue than to subdue an infant.

This is the gap between Du Wei and them.

Du Wei did not appear because of the power of the Bible, but because he intended to show himself after he noticed Reinhardt.

This guy is the real problem that needs to be solved.

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Du Wei did not make a move throughout the entire process.

The overwhelming force it unleashed spread, and the forces of the Bible were plunged into a swampy mire.

The more you struggle, the deeper you will sink.

No matter what methods were used, the fact of defeat could not be avoided; consciousness, thoughts, and memories were all obliterated by the whirlwind that swept through the frenzied rush.

Gradually, one loses the sense of self that one possesses.

Everyone lay motionless on the ground, the silent battlefield filled with the immense pressure of a million souls.

They should have been expressing their painful emotions, but due to weakness, they became dysfunctional and unable to even perform the act of survival.

Lucifer has been completely stripped of all meaning.

The skin surface was cracked with dense fissures, like dust and stone dust scattered on a broken statue.

As the breeze swept by, it turned into sand and gravel particles that scattered across the battlefield.

This is the end of the road in the void of hell.

The only thing that can prove Lucifer's existence is people's memories, and if we wait until this last layer of memories fades away...

Then he truly died.

The remaining few were all driven into a state of dazed disorientation, like puppets, by Du Wei's domineering onslaught.

He knelt on the ground, his eyes seemingly devoid of color.

The God of the Bible had no expression on his blood-stained, delicate face.

Her pale blue eyes were devoid of color; there was no brilliance that could be called rationality, only emptiness.