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

The Gremory, who have survived for thousands of years to this day, are a prestigious family in the underworld, and the person in charge here is also a person with the Gremory surname.

Her name is Rias Gremory.

She and her retinue, who were located within the Kuoh Academy, received a warning message from the underworld.

"I thought what has been passed down from a thousand years ago was just legend and rumor... Are those the external enemies we have to face...!?"

Rias clenched her fists and said sullenly.

It was impossible to look directly at the intimidating demonic realm in the sky; there was a feeling that seeing it would lead to unpredictable consequences.

The heavy pressure made breathing somewhat difficult.

It was as if everything would melt away in the demonic radiance.

"minister."

Himejima Akeno's eyes conveyed her thoughts.

Kuoh Academy is located within the city.

Therefore, both humans and demons within the academy were subjected to this oppression and influence from the Demon Realm.

The unwavering determination she conveyed at that moment speaks for itself.

"We're not fledglings hiding behind adults. It will take time for reinforcements to arrive. Until then, we must do everything we can to save the people and prevent those monsters from destroying our homes! That's the duty of our Mysticism Research Department!"

Rias's voice and expression showed not a trace of fear.

Like a blazing fire rising from the darkness, it brings a ray of hope to the many families who are under pressure.

Dispel fear and ignite fighting spirit.

"Yes, I will follow the minister..."

Kiba Yuuto, displaying chivalrous manners, responded.

The members of the Mysticism Research Club follow Elias's lead.

"If the enemy attacks, then we must fight back."

Tacheng Baiyin whispered.

Everyone reached a consensus on the idea of ​​taking on the challenge.

There weren't actually many people present, just Rias, Akeno Himejima, and Koneko Toujou, a total of four.

However, at this point, it's not worth worrying about too much.

Kooh Town is currently in dire straits, so how could they, as members of Gremory, possibly refrain from participating?

The city's defensive barriers are gradually crumbling, revealing gaps.

Until a dark figure fell from the sky, completely tearing apart the tattered defenses that resembled a tattered swimsuit.

External calamities surged forth like a swarm of insects.

They flocked into Komao Town.

Strangely, they did not attack any creatures; it seemed their only purpose was to enter the city.

It constantly lingers in the city center, emanating a gloomy aura.

The surging current gradually submerged it, turning it into a pitch-black color, making it look as if the blood vessels of the city had been replaced with blood.

People feared the menacing and monstrous beasts.

Fear often leads people to act beyond reason, and the thought of cutting the beast in front of them in two arises in their minds.

Some people launch attacks against calamities.

And these people will ultimately face only one fate.

That is being devoured by the swarming calamities.

"Heh, don't you want to disappear peacefully? If you launch an attack, you'll die just as miserably as those guys."

A voice, like a final act of mercy, rang out.

People heard the sound that reached their ears, but some still found it hard to accept the arrival of the disaster.

Because, under such a distorted state of common sense.

It is difficult for people to maintain normal rationality.

Fear and panic are often the dominant themes among the people, which can lead to an irreversible vicious cycle.

Kill, kill, kill, kill.

Only killing can guarantee safety.

These damned beasts cannot be allowed to live in this world.

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Chapter 72 A Manipulated Calamity? [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Simply focusing on calamity will stimulate the mind.

The domineering waves emanating from the crimson sky released a mountain-like oppression, inflicting a double blow on people's spirit and body.

Calamity, rushing and howling, surged through the streets.

Those who blocked its path were all swept away and swallowed by the waves, disappearing in an instant without a trace, their screams unable to reach them.

The low roar of calamity was even louder.

They are incomparable to humans.

These roars were not without pattern; they were interwoven like musical notes, a forbidden symphony from a foreign land.

It corrupts consciousness like a demonic chant being poured into the brain.

His mental center was crushed by the overwhelming pressure, leaving him no choice but to fall into the cold, deep abyss filled with seawater.

Consciousness is being smeared by some force.

Cognition is being shattered and disintegrated.

Even before its full implementation has taken shape, this domineering force already possesses such power, which would be a devastating blow to ordinary people.

They didn't know where the attack came from.

They had no idea what had triggered the beast's attack, nor did they know the enemy's true identity.

Like an extraterrestrial visitor who abruptly descended upon the world.

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"Die! Die! Don't come near me!"

The panicked man grabbed a kitchen knife and waved it wildly.

He fears that the twisted and ugly calamity will open its maw at him, but in reality, as long as he doesn't intervene, he'll be fine.

Once it is recognized as something that hinders action.

Then what awaits him will be physical pain far exceeding fear.

"Ah! No! Ahh ...

Calamity surged forth from all directions, completely surrounding the man, and blood-red flowers splashed out from the dense, impenetrable torrent of darkness.

After dozens of calamities surged up, leaving only a narrow space, he stretched out his arm, seeking salvation from the heavens.

The screams were drowned out by a roar filled with destructive desire.

The asphalt cement ground was stained bright red, and the pungent smell of rust and blood mixed into the scorching air.

Attacks launched out of fear are perceived as threats by the calamity.

All that can be given is death.

Ultimately, the only way to end this planet is through purification; even if it isn't killed by calamity, it will be overwhelmed by tyranny.

There will be a selection process before that.

Only those who can adapt to this domineering ideology can survive, and only they can find happiness within its principles.

Those who refuse to be embraced will be sacrificed to become the foundation of the demon realm.

Women and children were huddled in the streets and alleys.

Powerless to resist the calamity, they could only pray with trembling voices, begging the gods to protect them from persecution.

Fear and panic were injected into the masses like poison.

Surprisingly, the rapidly advancing calamity ignored the humans huddled in the corner and instead tirelessly filled the gaps in the road.

The earth trembled repeatedly, as if pleading for mercy.

Even without launching an attack, a calamity can still have a tremendous impact.

"There! There are people there who need rescue!"

Rias aimed and fired a magic bullet in one direction.