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

He would risk everything for the unknown.

No, no, that's fantastic. If so many people in this world rebel against me, my empire will be even more glorious.

Those who led the traitors were all quite beautiful.

"You possess the ability to manipulate other relics..."

Reinhardt muttered to himself.

Aside from this holy lance, Du Wei could probably manipulate all the holy relics with the same ease as he did.

It is precisely because Du Wei's own reason is to pursue purity.

Therefore, after eliminating unsuitable factors, the relic can be controlled and used freely by Du Wei.

Her soft whisper reached my ear.

The proverbs that govern the sacred relics are sung by Du Wei.

"[This body is that of an ancient being, so everyone abandons me. I want to catch up but can't, my talents are unattainable, and I hope to bridge the gap from the moment of my birth. That's why I choose to hold others back—the Demon of the Underwater 27]"

The moment Du Wei's proverb was uttered.

Tentacles, like dark shadows, spread out from all directions, almost everywhere.

They transformed into monstrous creatures from the depths of the water, driven by jealousy that caused the living to sink.

Looking up at the golden radiance, I wanted to pull it down.

"Hmph, is this how you hold people back?"

Reinhardt was well aware of Anna's domineering nature.

Therefore, knowing these characteristics of shadows, one must not allow them to easily touch oneself.

The essence of shadow painting is the desire to hold others back.

It's not about making yourself stronger or more dazzling, but about forcing others to stop by hindering what they do.

This was Anna's most primal desire.

Du Wei could sense her urgent desire for brilliance and her urge to pull down the stars.

"【Let it drift with the tide—the cannibalistic shadow of the torture city (Csefte.Ungarn.Nachtzehrer)】"

Shadows flowed continuously from the books.

Her inscription on the pages of the book evokes a chant from the soul.

What clashed with her was the karmic fire of the Crimson Lotus, a sea of ​​flames powerful enough to burn the entire space to ashes.

"I am one burned by radiance, one who has always chased after unattainable stars."

"[Because it cannot reach you, I don't want to leave it, because it is noble. Chase it, keep chasing it. Wherever it leads. I want to burn in your heart—a world of flames from which there is nowhere to escape.]"

Reinhardt’s new “creation” is taking shape.

This ability comes from Eleonore von Wittenberg, the ninth-ranked magic cannon on the Black Round Table of the Holy Lance Knights.

Specifically, this manifests as the creation of a scorching world from which there is nowhere to escape. Because the world is shaped like a cannon barrel, and the attacks fill every corner of it, there is truly nowhere to escape, and the attacks can continue indefinitely.

If one is inferior to another in strength, then there is no way to contend with them.

This is the ultimate all-around ability among Reinhardt's many creations.

The flame that illuminates the new world dispels the darkness.

Flames swirled at the tip of the holy spear, creating vortexes that paved the way and formed the world of the magic cannon's barrel.

Ah, it's okay, let's embrace, in my heart.

Reinhardt seemed to embrace his subordinates with open arms, his magnificent face radiating tolerance and love for all things.

The golden light illuminates all things in the universe.

"【Burn this solemn person to ashes—A scorched world. The sword of agony (Muspellzheimr.Laevateinn)】"

The flames traced the spiral to create a path.

Apart from the space connected to Reinhardt's space with Dewey, the other spaces are now completely separated.

The inability to leave is reminiscent of a claustrophobic tunnel.

This space is a battlefield that belongs only to the two of them.

Within this space, Duve would definitely be hit by Reinhardt, neither by a homing warhead nor by an amplifying blast wave.

There was nowhere to escape to, so there was no way to avoid it.

It is impossible to pass through the ultra-high temperature flames without any gaps inside the cannon. No matter what speed you run at, there is no other way but to endure it.

This is also a good opportunity.

Most people would assume that in this fiery world, ordinary people would simply become like turtles, defending themselves.

However, Du Wei will not.

He charged head-on at the approaching wall of flames, the water currents surging onto his blade as he cleaved it in two.

The burning atmosphere erodes oxygen.

It cannot breathe or make a sound.

While it might not matter to these two demons, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to endure in this environment.

The world of flames was severed vertically by the blade of judgment and the accompanying water flow.

The way of the sword contained within it cannot be measured by conventional means; it far surpasses speed and skill that can be understood.

Space is nothing more than a thin sheet of paper in its presence.

After breaking through the fiery world, Reinhardt awaited, his holy spear surging with a domineering power different from the blazing red lotus flames.

"[Fear of contact, aversion to contact. My love is a trail of carnage spreading behind me. I desperately hope to forget. To abandon everything, for the cursed memories to enter a cage of madness. I only want to become the fastest killing intent—a greedy beast.]"

"【Perish, everyone—The Dead World. Beast Transformation (NiflheimrFen160riswolf)】"

That's completely unreasonable—the second player overtaking the first.

Its creator and owner is Wolfgang Schreiber, the twelfth of the Black Round Table, also known as the infamous wolf.

This creation allows for extreme evasion capabilities, enabling the opening of spatial and temporal gaps to evade even seemingly unavoidable attacks.

Absolute preemption, absolute avoidance.

He is arguably the strongest member of the Black Round Table, aside from Mercury and Reinhardt.

It’s hard to believe, but Reinhardt is definitely faster than Duve now.

Reinhardt possesses countless domineering abilities.

This allows him to handle almost any situation.

Du Wei had no way to counter this absolute first-mover advantage in the short term, and could only weaken Reinhardt's attack by meaningless domain expansion.

Duve tried with all his might to erase the concept completely, and swung his blade to collide with Reinhardt's holy lance.

The Holy Lance's bayonet broke through the defenses.

Instantly, the thousands of souls surrounding Du Wei dispersed.

Reinhardt's army was also cleaved in two by Duve's sword, and tens of thousands of skeletal souls were reduced to ashes.

The result was—

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The former, Du Wei, had his side armor shattered, while Reinhardt's shoulder was torn open.

The two sides maintained their distance from each other.

The sensation of that immortal flesh being cut open reached Du Wei's hands, and he could smell a very strong stench of blood.

The attack severely wounded Reinhardt, while Dewey only had his outer armor's defenses shattered.

Unfortunately, Reinhardt here is just a fleeting image.

If the original body were to come here and fight Du Wei, the outcome would certainly not be as clearly determined by strength as it is now.

“Hehehehahahaha!”

Reinhardt threw his head back and laughed heartily.

This nauseating feeling was like an unparalleled joy to him.

"My illness is beyond saving. You have hurt me once again, but alas, I am but a shadow here... However... I can still feel this pain... Ahh... I am alive now! Haha ...

As if trying to erase that hearty laugh, Reinhardt unleashed a fierce burst of light as his holy lance swept across the sky.

He waved his arm wildly, ignoring his injury.

Suddenly, the gruesome wound was torn open, and wet blood flowed uncontrollably, staining the black military uniform.

Crimson blood droplets splattered across the sky, scattering into bewitching blood flowers.