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

Phenomena far beyond human comprehension are emerging, with the overflowing, dazzling aurora so intense that it even burns the retina.

Boulders rolled down, and the ocean boiled.

Like the roar of a dragon and the neighing of a divine horse, the Demon Realm, oblivious to distance and location, awakens from its slumber.

Its reasoning makes everything it comes into contact with pale in comparison.

It's as if it's praising the domineering power that taints everything with this colorless aura, a distortion that's enough to tear the world apart.

The tranquil and peaceful utopia has revealed its true, sinister nature.

No matter how nicely you describe domineering behavior, it is still an extreme form of xenophobia and self-preservation, based on eliminating values ​​outside of oneself.

Du Wei is such a domineering person.

The mountain range, piercing the clouds like a sword cutting through the sky, stands tall amidst the shimmering light. Sparkling ice crystal clouds accentuate the black peaks, and the undulating mountain range resembles fangs and jagged edges.

There is no doubt that this is something that far exceeds what ordinary people can face.

Just staring at the Demon Realm will drive me crazy.

Millions of souls are trapped in an abyss of unbearable suffering, and their spirits can vaguely hear the madness and fear within them.

It will be very docile if it is in a stable situation.

However, after being ravaged by another world, hatred welled up in his heart.

The anger over her beloved child's persecution lingers in her heart, and she can still recall the tragic cries that overlapped with the Pure Land.

The form of a demonic dragon was faintly revealed within the colorless radiance.

Together with this hellish scene, they form a demonic and terrifying picture, with the dragon's head clenching its teeth as if trying to vent its divine wrath.

The hatred brewing in millions of souls has not been forgotten.

The fire of anger was not extinguished.

It is still burning fiercely to this day, and the hatred that is as vast as the universe can finally be vented.

"Gentlemen, prepare for battle."

Du Wei issued the order with the air of a monarch.

The hall was filled with a powerful, overwhelming yin energy, the pressure of which was enough to crush any ordinary person present.

The magnificent palace has been transformed into a dark and chilling abyss.

A murderous intent that pierced to the bone slowly seeped out.

"Exterminate them completely, let them know the resentment we have harbored for so many years."

Bagst gritted his teeth, making no attempt to hide his anger.

His face lost its usual calm and gentle demeanor, revealing a kind of obsessive-compulsive aversion hidden deep within him.

"The alien species once defiled our pure land, and we can never forget it. It's time to purify it. Annihilate everything!"

Melusine's tone was devoid of any emotion.

Yet it can convey a sharp, murderous intent, as well as burning anger and hatred.

How could we possibly forget that day's invasion?

One instance of despair is not enough; the entire world must understand the power of this despair.

"Let them serve me. For this unknown that will never be repeated, for this eternal beauty. Let them know that our pure land cannot be violated, that all forms and appearances will be extinguished!"

Du Wei’s words revealed a firm will.

There is also hatred for a god who exists somewhere, all of which is a prelude to the day of divine wrath.

We will eventually drag that clown god off his throne.

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Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Offensive Begins [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

The sky was the first thing to be torn apart.

Before we begin to tell the story of the war, we need to understand one thing: the flow of time is different in the two worlds.

The decade or so within the Demon Realm has been transferred to the DXD world.

Thousands of years have passed since then.

Such a large time span became a problem, as various mythologies could not maintain vigilance and tension for thousands of years.

For the first ten years or so, there were no signs of invasion.

And it didn't happen for the past hundred years, then it happened for the next thousand years.

Gradually, other mythological forces began to find the security too troublesome and decided to reduce their vigilance to a certain extent.

Biblical mythology has never diminished the defensive fortifications.

Some mythologists even think that biblical mythology is too neurotic, and that the other side might not dare to attack for so long.

They dare not easily wage war against their world.

The gods, who had never fought against another world, were complacent and believed that no matter how terrifying the other side was, they were not without a way to deal with it.

It's impossible to destroy the world overnight in front of them, right?

Most people hold this view.

There's a reason for this, mainly because other mythologies can't afford to waste time with the Bible's influence.

The mythical forces that had not fought 173 battles against the otherworld could not hold out for long.

Being constantly on the lookout for challenges is too exhausting.

Even if those at the top have such intentions, the people at the bottom with their limited perspectives will surely cry out in despair.

They enjoy comfort without experiencing despair.

This is the nature of living things.

This also marks the beginning of a fierce battle in many mythologies, as those who have not experienced despair like the forces in the Bible are unaware of fear.

They had no idea how terrifying their opponent was.

The arrogant gods could not have imagined it.

Their long reigns have made them forget what fear is, so it's impossible to expect them to be on high alert against external enemies.

A thousand years can pass in the blink of an eye.

The lower and middle classes of other mythological forces have even forgotten the warnings of the biblical forces; only the upper classes still have some recollection of them.

They lived their daily lives just like always.

Who could have imagined that simply being negligent would lead to such a heavy price being paid by so many mythical forces?

That's right, it was the sky that was first torn apart.

Whether they are mortals in the human world, gods and demons in their respective heavenly realms or underworlds, or even sleeping celestial dragons.

Everyone simultaneously noticed the series of anomalies that followed.

It is the sky, the sky is like a torn eye.

They were stared at by a gaze filled with murderous intent.

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw cracks resembling a spider web, a terrifying sight beyond imagination.

It felt like the sky was about to collapse at any moment.

The person staring up felt their pores open, their breath frozen, their heart stopped, and all sound vanished.

Something from another realm exists within the rift.

And observe them through the eyes of heaven.

Each crack is like a bewitched eye; once it meets your gaze, your retina is almost set ablaze.

"Extinction. Extinction. Annihilation of all phenomena!"

A furious rebuke, powerful enough to shatter souls, resounded in everyone's minds.

There was no sound coming in at all.

Even those indoors who weren't looking up at the sky heard this earth-shattering roar of murderous intent.

This is a forced intervention in a different context.

A silent impact echoed, and the enormous entity within the rift was releasing astonishing soul pressure fluctuations.

The power of the curse instantly enveloped the entire planet.

The entire force of the Bible trembled.

It was as if the fear etched into one's blood had been awakened, and a sense of meaningless loss gnawed at the soul like insects.

Domineering, this is domineering.

The survivors who remained from a thousand years ago felt it.