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

"Even Noble Phantasms...!?"

Artoria's eyes narrowed.

Even a Noble Phantasm meant for a decisive blow is ineffective.

With her A++ level anti-city Noble Phantasm, she is not weak. There is only one reason why she would be in such a predicament.

That is Du Wei's existence.

Only the word "monster" can describe his existence.

It is precisely because it has a human form that it can demonstrate how extraordinary this guy's strength is.

"【The moon is dark and the ikaido is in harmony, read it and then it flashes by!】"

Two layers of dark light overlapped each other.

The darkness that transformed from the light of Excalibur could not escape the capture of the Evil Dragon.

He gripped the sword with both hands, pointing it upwards, and unleashed an astonishing aura.

Mash and Ritsuka, who were watching the battle, were unable to intervene, and even Melusin could only admire Dewey's heroic fighting spirit.

He is always the shining light that I follow.

Several times, shockwaves from the expansion of magic destroyed everything, and rubble floated in the air and disintegrated.

The dazzling, flowing water transformed into a twisting vortex.

Destruction gradually spreads outwards from Du Wei at the very center, and worldly things are gradually eliminated within sight.

A world that seems like a magic realm.

This is a battlefield far beyond human comprehension.

Despite the devastating scene that had unfolded before him, Du Wei's eyes, though seemingly calm, held no trace of murderous intent.

All that can be seen is a hint of joy.

The joy of wanting to demonstrate one's strength led to the start of the battle for such a simple reason.

It can be described as extremely casual and willful.

The slash, fueled by vengeful spirits and the dead, caused even space itself to begin to crumble as it could not withstand the force.

The released slash energy is the same as before, but the level of power is different.

The blade wind, gathered up and aimed at a single point, speeds at full speed, cutting through waves and gliding through the air, aiming to bite off the prey's throat.

Contrary to its brutality, the sword energy was extremely cold.

This is his unique characteristic.

Their movement speed was slightly slowed, and they didn't have time to dodge the crescent-shaped aura that covered a wide area.

"Gurgle—!!"

Artoria unleashed a torrent of dark, turbid energy to counter it.

However, the crescent moon tore through space.

Even darkness is destined to be swallowed up, and the attacks created by the release of magic are greatly weakened.

He was struck head-on by the Crescent Moon Slash.

The armor collapsed.

Not only that, but the wrists, arms, and shoulders were being disintegrated as if being devoured by a savage dragon.

Rumble—!!

A sweeping strike cut through the chalk wall.

It was sliced ​​vertically in the middle, like cutting a cake, and the shockwave from the explosion swept in from afar.

A delicate figure, stained with black flames, flew through the air.

She fell to the ground and was unable to move.

"Ugh...!"

Artoria fell to the ground, trying to move.

Click!

As soon as he raised his hand, the remaining arm armor shattered like fragments, and purple-black lightning crackled across his body.

Even after falling to the ground, it continues to suffer the lingering effects of the force.

The body frantically channeled magic in an attempt to heal.

However, the curse of eternal destruction prevented this action, leaving him unable to recover from his injuries and forced to lie on the ground.

Moving your arm requires all your strength.

...divide...line...

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Chapter 74 Things Went a Little Too Far [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Footsteps approached Artoria step by step.

It would be quite easy to resolve things with her here, but for Du Wei, he doesn't need to do so.

There are often better options than elimination.

Staring at the man standing before her, looking down at her with disdain, her golden eyes filled with displeasure.

Resentment and hatred flowed into my heart.

To think that someone could beat him so badly.

"They went a little too far..."

The Sword of Domination was returned to the drive.

Du Wei did not regard Artoria as an enemy.

To be precise, they should be called rivals.

Even when clashing swords, there is no killing intent; if one wanted to kill the opponent, it wouldn't be so casual.

There is only one way to deal with an enemy.

That is to annihilate them in the fastest way possible, without showing any mercy and eliminating them completely.

To date, no one has been able to get Du Wei to this level.

There aren't many people who would actually see things from the enemy's perspective.

Fragments of black armor were scattered all over the ground.

The mask covering her face shattered, revealing a stunningly beautiful face hidden beneath.

She is aloof but not arrogant.

She exuded the air of a girl drenched in rain, and her resentful gaze made it difficult to meet her eyes.

"...Isn't this beautiful?"

"You bastard...!"

Du Wei’s words were somewhat flippant.

On the other hand, this is also a condescending attitude, and Artoria felt angry at being suppressed to this extent.

The enemy did not take her seriously.

Being looked down upon and disliked by everyone.

Whenever she tried to move, the dark purple electricity would crackle loudly, like chains binding her to the ground.

Let's take back the curse here.

Du Wei noticed Morgan not far behind him; eating alone was not his habit.

He only needs to win the first battle.

Thinking of retracting the curse placed on Artoria, the biggest obstacle to healing was removed.

The dark purple lightning lost its binding power.

I suppose the injury will heal in just a few seconds?

"Next, it's time to change players..."

As her first opponent, this is about enough. If I make her wait too long, she might throw a tantrum at me when we get back.

"Your Majesty, sometimes you can be difficult to please."

Du Wei smiled, a smile that conveyed both gentleness and satisfaction.

It sounded like a conversation with a friend, as if they didn't consider Artoria an enemy.