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

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Chapter Ninety: The Final Dawn [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

The yin energy that had been entwining Du Wei began to sway, flowing out of his body and starting to erode the space around him.

The influence of the pure principle has increased.

The mutation occurred under the double blow.

Many warriors who followed the gods began to disappear from the battlefield, and the silent slaughter was spreading at an extremely rapid pace.

Many people were affected by the domineering influence that was forcibly spread.

Unable to maintain oneself amidst this torrent.

When Du Wei’s creation was fully unfolded, the scene that unfolded before his eyes could only be described as a field strewn with corpses.

At first, it's about forgetting the meaning of one's own existence.

Then comes thought and memory, and finally, the instinctive behaviors necessary to maintain physiological functions.

Without even wielding a sword, he slaughtered tens of thousands of lives.

The howling wind sounded like the mournful wails of vengeful spirits; this was a tragic end that left no trace.

Because they entered the creative class, the Indian pantheon, which was caught in the battlefield, lost nearly 90% of its military strength.

It was an unbelievable massacre.

They had no chance to resist or struggle; only a few survived the tyranny.

Relying on their own strength and willpower.

Among them are Indra, Brahma, Shiva 190, and Vishnu.

These four are practically the main fighting force.

Du Wei wasn't particularly surprised that the others had survived.

It wouldn't be fun otherwise.

"Damn it... to actually go to such lengths...!"

Indra's expression was contorted with rage.

Ninety percent of his compatriots and subordinates perished under the other side's manipulation, and an unprecedented anger welled up in his heart.

At the same time, they bear a mountain-like pressure.

Surviving in this unfolding alternate world doesn't mean one is adaptable; at best, it just means one is relatively resilient.

They felt a sense of rejection at all times.

The whole world seemed to be trying to bounce me away, as if I were the stain that shouldn't exist in this world.

Memories gradually began to become hazy and blurry.

"Perhaps there's still hope of getting rid of him...!"

Shiva's cold, stern gaze was fixed on Du Wei.

This act, which amounts to the destruction of the world, is unacceptable; even as a god of destruction, he cannot tolerate such atrocities.

Not only did he witness his companions passing away one after another before his eyes.

What's even more infuriating is that (chbb) can't remember what the deceased looked like, and their memories are starting to become unrecognizable.

The pure principle denies everything about them.

Therefore, those who remain and put up a last-ditch resistance will inevitably be wiped out by the tyrannical forces sooner or later.

A person who has lost their instincts and is lying on the ground is unable to move.

They are being broken down into light particles.

The only thing that didn't change because of the tyranny was the battlefield riddled with holes, the ground covered with craters from the explosions.

The remaining strongest gods launched a resistance.

They gather spiritual energy into their bodies to form armor for close-quarters combat, with Shiva and Indra bearing the brunt of the attacks.

Du Wei, however, showed little interest in them.

All I wanted was to end this pointless battle quickly.

"【Ultimate move detection enhanced!】"

"【Draw your sword to deliver the verdict!】"

Du Wei's sword blade was stained with a dazzling array of colors and flames.

The released slashing energy possesses the power to shatter all things, and its power level is unprecedented.

Since I sensed the murderous intent in the biting cold wind.

It was as if the entire battlefield, which had been plunged into the laws of another world, began to breathe, slowly wriggling in accordance with its master's will.

"Is it coming?!"

Shiva foresaw the crisis first.

His fighting instincts compelled him to adopt a defensive stance against the enemy, and Indra also felt a sense of crisis.

However, they didn't have many opportunities to make a move.

He prefers to turn offense into defense.

As the saying goes, the strongest attack is often the strongest defense.

"All Things Slash!"

He stroked the blade, which was burning with colorful flames.

Du Wei aimed at all the enemies blocking his way, unleashed the accumulated slashing wind in one strike, and sped off at full speed.

Waves of meaning shattered drift through the air.

Like a ferocious beast tearing apart its prey.

"Gurgle!!"

Indra was the first to be hit by this wave.

Everything I had imagined vanished in an instant; the act of breathing seemed to be removed from my mind, and all my defenses couldn't hold out for even a second.

His defenses were lost halfway through.

Having lost the memory of how to defend themselves, they could only rely on their physical bodies to face the ferocious slashes.

Flesh and blood were stripped away, tendons and bones were cut and crushed.

The ultimate sword shattered the arrogance of the gods, easily erasing everything within their souls into dust.

This is not a metaphor; they truly turned into dust.

In a sense, reaching the state of nothingness, even Shiva and Brahma felt as if their consciousness had been detached.

Unable to remember the faces and names of the deceased.

All they knew was that their comrades-in-arms had vanished, but no matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't recall any information related to them.

For a moment, the two fell silent.

The chill felt like an icicle creeping along my spine, threatening to pierce me at any moment and deliver a fatal blow.

By the way, why are we fighting here?

Questions like these flashed through my mind.

The most terrifying poison had taken root in their minds, and they had completely forgotten the meaning of their battle so far.

Unbeknownst to them, only the two of them remained on the battlefield.

The monstrous waves that cleaved through everything erased what was considered meaningless, leaving not even a single skeleton on the ground.

God is confused.

Defeat is all that awaits them.

Du Wei showed no hesitation or delay in the killing, passing by them with the lightness of a leisurely stroll.

The sword strikes are simple and unadorned, without a trace of color.

The earth is adorned with enchanting flowers in full bloom.

The roots that allow it to bloom are the neck of a god.

The battlefield fell silent, and everything deemed meaningless vanished.

The soul is like spring water, nourishing the earth.

The surgical base plate was completed simultaneously.

The four wedges on this planet have reached perfection, merging the gathered souls into the foundation.

Du Wei could feel the souls being continuously drawn into the container.