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

The yin energy tainted by the power of the Bible was far greater than expected, almost to the point of being a subspecies that absorbed his cells.

Unlike Noknarea.

In comparison, Nocnarea's influence is much stronger, while the influence of the Bible, due to its long-term influence, is slightly weaker.

He is probably the most adaptable to his ideas on this planet.

His color is in his blood.

If Du Wei's guess is correct, then what follows will truly confirm his idea.

The demons were unaware of the meaning behind Du Wei's words.

All I knew was that Du Wei couldn't be allowed to succeed.

"Kiba, Akeno, Shiro! Defeat him here (chbb), we can't let his plan succeed! At least we have to stop him here!"

Rias swallowed hard, her throat dry.

The anxiety came from nowhere.

He gave the order to his subordinates to launch an offensive against Du Wei, and the pressure of his soul seemed to stimulate every cell in his body, causing restlessness.

"Let's go too! We need to delay until the rescue arrives!"

Cangnara also issued orders to his clan.

Both girls belong to superior demon families and are determined to defeat Du Wei.

To start a war without knowing the strength of the opponent is an extremely unreasonable idea.

However, not one of the demons came forward to deny them.

Is it because the pressure of the soul has rendered him unable to think?

No, they are acting according to their true thoughts.

There is no need for any questions.

"Want to fight me? That would be a good opportunity for me to test you out. You're a special case outside of the usual special circumstances."

Du Wei had no intention of fighting.

His soul pressure alone can solve most problems; the only person in the entire Bible faction who can make him draw his sword is the God of the Bible.

At her peak, there's still something to look forward to.

These little devils are more like appetizers to him, opponents to warm up his muscles before savoring the main course.

call out--!!

Several magic bullets flew through the air, arcing through the air as they attacked.

"Ah..."

Du Wei supported his waist with one hand and did not move.

The instant his gaze fell upon the magic bullet, it conveyed an absolute will, the colorless fluctuations acting like a protective membrane stripped of all meaning.

The magic bullet dissipated completely before it even got close to Du Wei.

Like colorless alcohol evaporating under the blazing sun, it quickly dissolves into the field of vision.

I can't understand how they did it.

Aside from magic, there are also those who choose melee combat. Kiba Yuuto, wielding two swords, launches an attack from the flank.

The demonic sword swayed with dark fluctuations as it launched a thrust, its trajectory so swift that it was imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Huh? A sword?"

Du Wei smiled but made no move.

He allowed the demonic sword to unleash its strikes.

I witnessed the blade cleaving into his flesh, and the feel of it was indeed the same as when it struck the target's neck.

However, the result was chilling.

"Well!"

Kiba Yuuto's two demonic swords trembled incessantly.

The two swords were stuck on Du Wei's neck, unable to move, and they couldn't even cut a single strand of black hair at his temples.

The instant their eyes met, a feeling of impending death surged through me.

"Too light, your sword has no core."

The swordsman's dignity was trampled and shattered.

If breathing seems to stop for a moment, the brain is flooded with too much water, forcibly suspending thought.

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Yuto Kiba froze in shock.

An unbelievable scene unfolded before him, and his first thought was disbelief.

Du Wei's fingers twitched slightly.

Kiba Yuuto sensed the danger and immediately drew his sword.

Not daring to linger in front of him, she thrust her sword downwards with her left hand, splitting the road and raising dust that obscured her vision.

I felt the menacing aura disappear from my body.

He immediately shifted his attack in another direction, his mind replaying the moment he slashed Du Wei's neck.

Too light, your sword has no core.

The merciless mockery seemed to echo in my ears once more.

Although there was no contempt or disdain in his words, they sounded more grating than anything to Kiba Yuto.

Are you saying my sword is a puppet?!

No swordsman could tolerate being despised to this extent.

Since the persecution by the church, I have never felt such intense anger burning within me.

They're not just targeting their world.

They still managed to manipulate him just like before.

"Drink!"

Kiba Yuto stopped moving by stepping on the ground.

Seize the opportunity and unleash magic in one go.

The magical artifact, the Demon Sword, quickly came into play, and Demon Swords sprouted up one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

They launched an offensive against Du Wei with the force of a mudslide.

Hundreds of sharp demonic swords pierced the ground, embedding themselves in his armpits, neck, and thighs... as if to deliver a piercing punishment to him.

The moment the sword tip touched Du Wei's skin.

Click!

It made a sound like glass shattering.

Before it could even be touched, its meaning was erased by the colorless domineering power, and it was quickly dissipated and wiped out without even causing any damage.

Don't even think about trying to hurt Du Wei with the Demon Sword.

Even restricting movement is now a difficult task.

Fragile, far too fragile.

The creation of the magical sword was nothing more than scraps of paper in Du Wei's eyes.

Even if the number could increase to tens of thousands of magic swords, not a single one of them would have a "core".

The steel fragments scattered in the air flew about in a chaotic manner.

The shards of the sword, indistinguishable from a mirror, reflected everyone's faces, capturing their expressions of horror.

"Are you scared?"

A smile appeared on Du Wei's composed face.

He was like an audience member enjoying a clown performance, splashing diesel fuel on the flames of anger burning in everyone's hearts.

In an instant, resentment and anger overwhelmed reason.

After exhaling a thick, turbid breath, he held his breath and gathered his energy, causing the sword blade to once again be coated with heavy magical power and glow.

Kiba Yuuto launched another attack.

They cut through the drifting smoke and unleashed a barrage of slashes like arrows. The two-sword style complemented each other, creating a deadly attack that locked onto all directions, making it impossible to dodge this sudden attack.

However, Du Wei had no intention of hiding at all.