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

The most painful and tragic memories buried deep within are awakened, and feelings of fear, panic, and other restlessness surge into the heart.

Disappear, disappear, disappear.

Everything becomes meaningless.

When I recall the meaningless pain in my mind, all I can remember is the maddening fear.

The whole world went crazy in an instant.

Overbearing is an immeasurable otherworldly fluctuation beyond the bounds of established norms.

It is a single thought that can overwhelm everything and color all things, and it is also the power to conquer all things.

"roar--!!"

A mournful cry, foreshadowing destruction, came from the crack.

That was the roar of the dragons.

Under the blood-red twilight sky, a young girl looked up and heard this shocking sound.

His deep black eyes shimmered with complex emotions.

I don't know whether I'm happy to be able to return home or saddened by the demise of that wretched red dragon.

Or perhaps, it's a feeling of sadness over the disasters facing the world.

"What...do you want to do...?"

The girl looked up at the shattered sky.

She couldn't fathom the thoughts of the person behind the crack, but she could sense the danger emanating from it.

This is by no means an ordinary situation.

We must investigate the source of this aura.

Although there are cracks in the sky, there are still some that are dense and some that are scattered.

The four most densely populated locations are [number missing].

Japan, Northern Europe, India, Greece.

The density of cracks is highest in these four regions, which are also where the spiritual pressure is released the most.

The zero-degree crimson killing intent of a physical fall, mixed with the smell of blood.

Every drop of dark, filthy liquid is a drop of rain that cleanses the world; in the eyes of the world, they are all monsters.

This military force was released to purify the soul.

They are the world-ending calamities that once destroyed Britain, now manifested here as a military force.

There was only one order issued.

Extinction of all forms and appearances!

"Whoa-oh-!!"

The calamities that land and take form form a wave.

Among them are calamities resembling dragons, black dogs, and twisted arms, dazzling the eye and filling one with utter terror.

The menacing claws were stained with the hatred emanating from the cracks.

The gods acted simultaneously.

This offensive was launched in almost ten minutes, giving them no chance to launch a counterattack.

"Let's settle our past debts right here!"

The voice, seemingly from nowhere, rang in my mind again.

Suddenly, a completely different quality appeared.

The number of pure black crystals ejected from the cracks varied, with some falling into each of the four areas where the cracks were most dense.

These crystals resembled black steel soaked in venom, with billowing flames clinging to them as they burned fiercely.

An attack from a foreign land has begun.

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Chapter Seventy: The Wedge Driven into the Earth [Seeking monthly votes! Seeking flowers!]

The crystal first fell into Greece.

The location was on the ground, extremely close to the underworld.

Hades, sensing something amiss, dispatched his army of death to fight, led by his right-hand man, Putos.

“Those are…!”

Putos is a legendary high-ranking Grim Reaper.

However, they could not have predicted such a scene, and were filled with horror upon seeing the environment surrounding the crystal.

An ominous, twisted, filthy mudflow.

As if boiled by intense heat, the alien calamity rolled over in the cursed ocean, raised its head, and roared.

"Ooooooo!!"

The howls and roars of calamity overlapped, echoing through the sky like a round, their melody infused with a violent, destructive urge.

It sounds like singing, but it's definitely not a human voice.

This kind of rhythm and language does not exist in this world, and no living being can produce such a sound.

"All troops! Stop them!"

Putos immediately went on high alert.

They cried out to the Grim Reaper beside them to confront the flood of calamity, and plunged into the fray with fear in their hearts.

The scythe, imbued with magic, gleamed as it was swung.

It was cutting into the filthy body of the approaching calamity behemoth.

In a one-on-one situation, it's not too difficult to deal with; as long as you release magic and the blade slices through, you can cut through the calamity.

The splattered, jet-black blood invaded the earth's soil.

The Death Legion was unknowingly surrounded by a torrent of calamity, and no amount of killing could reduce its numbers.

Are these guys endless?!

Putos slays the encroaching calamity.

Calamity has no thoughts of its own; it merely follows orders to destroy all life that it sees before it.

They have only a destructive desire.

Even if these overflowing calamities were destroyed, it would be nothing more than a drop in the ocean for the master who released them.

Four wedges that have fallen to the ground.

This is the most crucial part of mastering the technique; everything else is merely miscellaneous stuff released to accelerate the soul recycling process.

Greece happens to have a fairy knight in charge of the wedge-making position.

It transformed into a crystal of soul and arrived on the ground.

It appears at the source of the calamity, like a beautiful lily blooming from a dark swamp.

The first thing that catches the eye is the azure armor and the snow-white silver hair.

Secondly, she has a figure similar to that of a young girl.

"To subdue, to eliminate."

Melusin's gaze shifted to the army of the Grim Reapers.

She exuded an astonishing aura of yin energy that seemed to pierce the clouds, displaying an extremely oppressive presence.

His appearance was dazzling and imposing.

Especially under the onslaught of the filthy torrents, her beauty and grotesque distortion seemed to form a stark contrast.

Melusin launched a stunning offensive as soon as she took action.

Suddenly, it transformed into a blue meteor at supersonic speeds imperceptible to the naked eye, delivering merciless carnage to the battlefield like a weapon of war.

With a swift stroke of the blade, death departs.

Even before most of Death could react, their lives were silently taken by the cold blade.

Cutting open flesh is as easy for her as cutting tofu.

"All personnel on high alert! Enemy attack!"

Half of Death had already died when Putos shouted.

They were all cleaved in two by the azure light that swept through the air during their battle against the calamity.

When a deep blue light shines in the pupils.