I am a female swordsman.

If it weren't for the hatred in his heart supporting him, the person who was stripped of his rights would still have a certain probability of committing suicide.

"Then you're not much different from the intelligent life in this world now, are you? This world will be destroyed in the not-too-distant future. Will you give up on yourself or strive to improve yourself?" Huang Quan crossed her legs and changed her posture, supporting her chin with her jade hand. Her two long, slender legs were crossed, revealing her beautiful body curves.

As for whether the deprived ones, having lost their abilities, will distort the course of history in this world.

Huang Quan wasn't worried at all.

As long as he hasn't lost his mind, he won't destroy his only environment for survival. He doesn't have the knowledge to recklessly guide the [inner side of the world] like he did before, and even if he did, he wouldn't do it again.

The depriver was speechless, hesitated for a while, and then lowered his head in dejection.

“I can’t forget that I’m a time traveler like you do. You left me in this world, and I don’t know what I’ll do. If you’re hoping I’ll help this world, you’re going to be disappointed.”

How will you know if you don't try?

"..."

Yes, isn't that how things are in this world? We say we can't do it, that we can't do it, and stop at just trying. But everything is afraid of being serious. If you don't do it seriously, if you don't leave any regrets, how will you know what will happen? Huang Quan never thought that he could struggle step by step to this day and surpass another transmigrator.

Yes, who would have thought?

The girl who once wielded an ordinary steel-slaying sword in the ghoul world has grown to such a powerful level that she can be proud!

Huang Quan stood up to leave; she had no intention of killing the [Depriver]. In fact, the system had suggested that Huang Quan completely destroy the [Depriver's] body and soul to prevent this transmigrator, who had lost everything, from doing anything outrageous. Of course, he was insignificant now, and the system was only offering advice, remaining silent about Huang Quan's actions.

Just as Huang Quan was about to leave sight, the Depriver seemed to remember something and struggled to stand up!

"Miss Raven! Can you tell me how many worlds you've experienced in total?"

“Including this one, both of them.” Huang Quan’s slender figure had disappeared, but her voice carried on from afar. “But every world is wonderful and deserves to be cherished.”

two?!

Having lived through seven worlds, where he had been emperor and sage, the Depriver felt he had wasted his life. Compared to this woman, he had seen far too much and gained far too little. The howling wind, carrying the stench of gunpowder and blood, swept in, and the Depriver accepted his defeat wholeheartedly, all hatred gone.

Moths flying into a flame are often called foolish and fearless, but if a moth doesn't fly into a flame, how can its life be considered noble?

The expression in the eyes of the depriver changed repeatedly, eventually turning into a bitter look.

"You broke my wings just so I could truly live in this world once. Should I thank you or resent you, Miss Raven?" The Depriver limped away, staggering in another direction. Just do it once, even if it's only once.

The camera switches to the other side.

'Host, after leaving the Divine Comedy world, the enemy system is expected to lose its suppression in sixty years.' The system is currently plundering the information of the enemy system under its control. Since it needs to leave a scapegoat, it certainly won't completely wipe it out. It still needs to leave some as a smokescreen for those covetous dimensional distortion organizations.

How much longer do I have in this world?

'The host has successfully completed their mission in the Divine Comedy world and may leave at any time. It is recommended that the latest possible departure time not exceed forty-eight hours. The host has no distinguished achievements in this world, and therefore no title is assigned to them. If the host returns to the Divine Comedy world after a relocation, the timeline will be uniquely determined.'

The system's titles weren't just for show. Although they didn't offer any special benefits, the ability to locate the world was enough. Furthermore, titles, being extraordinary items, involved secrets at an incomprehensible level. Huang Quan instinctively felt that he might have missed out on a decent title in this world.

Chapter Fifty-Six Walter

The two Tier 3 fighters dragged the battlefield outside the base, leaving the rest of the stage to the Justice League and the Nazi Special Operations Team. The inevitable and brutal fighting began at the lowest level of the Mingus base.

The German soldiers at Mingus base, driven to the brink of despair, displayed their final courage.

On the final level of the base, numerous Allied superhumans were wounded or even killed. The chaotic, interwoven storm of metal bullets meant that anyone caught in it was stepping into the Grim Reaper's domain. The final level of the base seemed to have become a merciless, bloody meat grinder, relentlessly devouring human lives!

[Justice League] A superhuman, known for his physical prowess, was careless and trapped by a dozen intertwined chains of fire! His prized muscles were reduced to rubble under the intense barrage of metal!

Another superhuman who wielded fire was cornered by three German snipers after he had destroyed several Nazi defensive positions. Other superhumans tried to rescue him, but the relentless sniper fire created craters larger than basketballs with each shot; even a Tier 2 superhuman would be seriously injured from a mere glancing blow.

Ultimately, the Flame Transcendent had his limbs broken and lay on the exposed ground howling for several minutes before being finished off.

Of course, the Nazi special operations teams didn't fare any better.

As Allied soldiers gradually arrived at the final level to provide support and launched an attack, the German superhumans quickly found themselves short-handed and needed to put out fires everywhere.

The arrogant superhuman, [Thunder], failed to board the escape plane.

He strictly followed his superior's orders, single-handedly holding off an allied soldier and three superhumans from a flank attack. The thunderous roar of his armor often made him the focus of attention on the battlefield. But this focus of attention eventually became battered and bruised, calmly facing high-explosive grenades thrown from all directions.

The intense heat and deadly shrapnel from the explosion ended [Thunder's] life.

The only proof he left in this world was a gleaming cross badge.

In the cold, ruthless world of war, life is incredibly cheap. Those robbed of their sense of self by war are beyond redemption. Even widespread mental manipulation or hypnosis by superhumans cannot erase the iron will to survive and kill that grips the monsters struggling on the battlefield!

The idea that singing a song or engaging in pointless tantrums can save the demons born on the battlefield is such a idiotic plot that, if placed on a cold battlefield, would only get you a warm welcome from soldiers with machine guns...

Amid the chaos, Nazi planes roared towards the underground exits as their engines thundered.

"This is war..." The major sighed, watching the planes speeding past behind him. It was a beautiful sight of war, with people wailing and dying, some grinning and some despairing. It was a pity that such a scene could not last long, just like a beautiful and delicate flower.

"Major, the coordinates for Antarctica have been set."

"I understand. Let me take one last look at the Third Reich. Perhaps... I'll never have the chance to see such a beautiful war empire again." The major waved his hand, dismissing his subordinates. The scenery rushing past on both sides gradually blurred, and finally, after a brief period of darkness, the transport plane that flew out from the lowest level of the Mingus base was bathed in bright sunlight!

Some of the escaped planes successfully flew out of the base.

Many were also successfully intercepted by the Allied forces and crashed on their way to takeoff.

Like birds released from their cages, the various types of aircraft departed their base and flew in two different directions. One target was Berlin, the capital of the German Empire, which was currently under heavy bombardment by the British, American, and Soviet armies. The air squadron carrying the essence of the [Undead Legion] research would turn Berlin into a living hell.

Meanwhile, another batch of heavy transport aircraft, the one carrying the major, will fly to Antarctica to carry out another secret mission for the Millennium Empire.

Just as the major was gazing longingly at the devastated scene on the ground, a rapidly falling shadow caught his attention.

Something is falling downwards at high speed!

coffin?

Their paths crossed in a flash, the major's slightly surprised expression inside the plane and the astonished look on young Walter's face becoming the point where their fates intersected. Walter, dragging the coffin rapidly downwards, looked up at the rapidly ascending transport plane, a hint of excited smile creeping onto his face. It was the end; he couldn't keep these scumbags waiting to be slaughtered below waiting too long!

………………

"What?! The captain was taken away while holding onto the plane!"

Jerry, the soldier in charge of liaison, let out an incredulous wail. When he learned that his captain had single-handedly captured Red Skull's plane and taken into the sky, he felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his head.

How should we explain this to Allied headquarters?

As one of the leaders of the Justice League and a symbol of the United States, Captain America's death would be a devastating blow to Allied morale. At this crucial moment in the campaign to capture the enemy capital, such an incident would be catastrophic.

When Jerry was at a loss after reporting the situation, a mature female voice came from the communicator.

"This is Carter. Contact the second-in-command present..."

Boom!

Amidst the fierce battle raging at the base's lowest level dome, a deafening roar suddenly erupted, and large, neatly cut fragments of the shattered dome rained down wildly! Through the faint light streaming in, people could see a figure dragging a coffin-like object rapidly descending!

The speed at which it plunges downwards...

Those directly below, realizing the danger, fled, and their decisive choice proved to be correct.

The second deafening explosion shook the entire base, and the immense impact at the center caused the concrete to ripple like fluid being repelled by an external force! Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing, staring blankly at the descending figure!

The pitch-black coffin, which served as the source of the impact, was made of an unknown material. Surprisingly, it did not collapse during the terrifying impact; only its surface bore marks resembling red-hot metal.

Snapped!

He slapped the coffin, and the young man shouted in a weak voice.

"You guys are really slow. Does it really take this long to deal with this bunch of incompetent scum?" The entire group started with a sarcastic remark, with a cheap cigarette dangling from the wind in the Grim Reaper's mouth.

His expression, which had been relaxed, suddenly changed.

The coffin beside Walter was trembling slightly, and a certain vampire lord, still asleep, sensed an overwhelming, intoxicating stench of blood approaching! The most terrifying being on this battlefield had quietly made its appearance!

Chapter 57 White Lolita

Walter C. Denis

The elite of the British Protestant Order, codenamed "Death."

With masterful control of the bowstring, his deadly weapon, resembling a harp string, can effortlessly slice enemies into neat, regular pieces. If this world were to determine a relatively strongest Tier 2 being, then in most situations, the Grim Reaper, with his terrifying weapon, would undoubtedly be the strongest!

This unparalleled strength made the young Walter rarely take anyone seriously.

Even the guy in the coffin whom he had always revered.

Walter also believed that as he grew older and his body fully developed, his strength would increase dramatically. Youth was his greatest asset; he was confident he would be able to easily crush all superhumans!

When a young, arrogant genius meets another genius, a fierce battle is inevitable.

The coffin beside the Grim Reaper was shaking violently, and thick, sticky blood seeped out from its seams. This writhing blood seemed to possess a life of its own, drawing upon and devouring the blood of the dead in this area. Whether or not they could see this, the hearts of all those present pounded uncontrollably, their rapid heartbeats a testament to the impending awakening of something within the coffin from its deathly slumber!

monster!!

"What a joke, how come you're awake now..." [Death] clearly knew that there was something in the coffin he brought, something that shouldn't wake up unless under special circumstances.

However, common sense was broken.

"What an incredible smell of blood."

A deep, magnetic male voice came from within the coffin, his tone filled with anticipation. The bloody, dying struggle of the original Hessin as he conquered the creatures of darkness returned. The coffin lid remained closed, but from the blood seeping through the cracks, eyes opened one by one.

Its dense eyes scanned the surroundings, swirling and making eerie noises.

Those whose eyes were drawn to the blood-red light froze, unable to move. The being hadn't used any supernatural power; merely a gaze was enough to instill an overwhelming, despairing pressure! The creature within that coffin must be a Demon King-level being! Perhaps even… a fourth-tier one!!!

brush! !

Suddenly, all eyes focused on the same direction. This unified and concentrated gaze severely disrupted the real world, like a scrutinizing gaze trying to pierce through all pretense. Completely subconsciously, everyone followed the dense gazes amidst the spreading blood to the same direction: the top of the last intact landing platform at the bottom level of the Mingus base.

Just then, a figure stepped onto it.

The feeling was as if a king had ascended a throne long prepared for her, the blood-stained sword gleaming under the flickering lights. The white-haired, red-eyed girl calmly endured the astonished and uncertain gazes of everyone, her eyes deep and unfathomable, defiantly matching the aura of the demon king in the blood-soaked coffin!

What if the one in the coffin is the Demon King!

That proud girl standing atop everyone else was like a holy sword that cleansed all evil! Her appearance and clothing remained the same, but her silent and cold aura had changed. This change was extremely difficult to describe in words, but just by looking at her standing figure, they could feel that she was walking on a sunlit road!

Destiny...

At this moment, the world consciousness is paying close attention to Huang Quan, this outsider. Her actions have earned the world consciousness even greater goodwill. This is destiny!

"Just right."

He arrived just in time for the final act of this extraordinary event of the era, the ultimate triumph of the Allies and the Axis powers. Huang Quan knew that his work was still incomplete, and that was about the large number of people guiding the "inner side of the world" controlled by the "Sage" Westcott of the "Golden Dawn".

Although these people are ostensibly there to guide and manage, their deeper motives are chilling.