I am a female swordsman.

Wescott's pieces were used by both the Allies and the Nazis.

"Humans?"

As time went on, the gaze became somewhat unbelievable. The same deep, magnetic voice that had been there at the beginning came from the coffin. He seemed quite surprised that Huang Quan was still human.

"Because I have seen the light, I am destined not to stay in the darkness for long." Huang Quan's slightly proud voice came from the opened elevator platform. He was very proud that he was able to struggle out of the muddy darkness of being trapped by monsters and embrace the many emotions of humanity again.

Although Huang Quan did this with the help of the system and by chance, her inner resolve when she was about to completely turn into a monster cannot be denied.

Time and again, the body and mind are tested, and choices are made between giving up and persevering. Without this extraordinary willpower, how can one forge the sharp edge and achieve the third level of mind?

"If it were you, you might be able to do it..."

Squeak—!

The coffin was pushed open a crack, and white leather boots touched the ground as a small figure stepped out of the dark coffin. Her chubby face bore a wildly grinning expression; the white-haired girl, who should have been endearing, was instead twisted into a dangerous and sinister aura by her imposing presence.

It's extremely similar to the violent beauty emanating from Huang Quan!

"Come and fight, young girl. Bet everything, tear my body to shreds with your sword until it can never be repaired! If it were you, you might be able to kill me!" The white loli with a man's voice, who had just landed, was warmly inviting the swordsman. Her eyes were filled with endless madness!

And a subtle sense of envy.

She envied Huang Quan, who had shifted from a monstrous mindset back to leaning towards humanity—this wasn't just a matter of willpower. The dangerous dynamic balance in his body was achieving unprecedented stability as the [Cube]'s energy was being drawn from him, and coupled with the manifestation of his pure will, Huang Quan at this moment was like an immortal descending to earth.

Her elegant demeanor and innate swordsmanship were captivating; her posture was pleasing to the eye, subtly revealing a sharp and resolute spirit. Her hands, holding the sword, were as smooth and warm as jade, but far from being merely decorative; it gave the impression that the sword was perfectly suited to her. Her crimson eyes shone with a breathtaking brilliance, making her appear like a goddess wielding a sword!

"I did not come here to fight."

Huang Quan shook his head, looking at the white loli standing in front of the coffin with the indifferent gaze one would give an old rascal.

From her perspective, she wouldn't be deceived by appearances. In Huang Quan's eyes, this arrogant loli was a vessel built from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with a wicked demon inside laughing wildly at the world. She bore some resemblance to her previous demonized self, and Huang Quan didn't want to be entangled with this demon for the time being.

Chapter Fifty-Eight tells the story

Weren't we here to fight?

Looking at the blood-stained sword blade of Huang Quan, coupled with the terrifying aura that clearly lingered after the battle, and the Nazi third-tier transcendent [The Depriver] who never reappeared, everyone was filled with a great sense of absurdity. It looked as if a wicked demon had suddenly appeared before them and said that he would devoutly believe in God and never do evil again.

"You start spouting nonsense the moment you show up, woman! Don't you respect me at all?!"

The ignored young man, "Grim Reaper," suddenly realized that all the limelight had been stolen by the old ghost in the coffin and the white-haired, red-eyed woman. The young man's resentment rose up.

With a slight sneer, Walter suddenly raised his right hand and aimed it at Huang Quan.

They are separated by an immense distance, their hands clasped in a distant, unreachable gesture!

Following Walter's fingerless gloved right hand, a sharp, almost invisible thread sliced ​​through the air with a piercing whistle. The fine, dark silver threads instantly wove into a perfectly deadly arc, constricting and tightening around Huang Quan's head, limbs, and vital points!

This is the Grim Reaper's favorite method of slaughter!

Enemies torn and ripped apart by the silk threads only feel the pain from within their bodies in the moment before they die. Then, their entire bodies collapse like a building of building blocks, piece by piece!

As if just realizing what had happened, Huang Quan stared in surprise at the thin lines of death flashing in her vision. Boiling blood demonic energy instantly coiled and sculpted around her alluring figure, and her bewitching yet dangerous crimson robes bloomed once more. Though the outer garments were as soft as silk, they exuded an invisible, sharp sword intent. Huang Quan sighed; she clearly no longer wanted to fight in the Divine Melody.

Why do you have to seek death?

boom! !

A torrent of blazing gunfire swept across the body, completely shattering the sharp threads of the surging crimson blood magic energy before it could retaliate. The muzzles of the two magical pistols, one black and one white, glowed with dangerous, lingering holy light as [Shadow] aimed at [Death].

"Kid, put away that arrogant air of yours. [Raven], while we were fighting, you were still cowering in fear among the ruins of London, nursing your mother!"

The way Shadow attacked was as violent as his enraged growl, with sparks seemingly flying from his mouth. [Raven] was hired from the West with him, and for treating him this way without sufficient justification, Shadow would certainly uphold the spirit of the contract and settle accounts with the Justice League.

"Look at this! A demon that ran out of the barbaric desert of civilization? You ill-mannered cowboy, you stink!" The British, who always viewed Yankees with prejudice, were not going to be polite to him. As a Grim Reaper being trained as a butler, he was extremely sarcastic and mocked the demon.

Cowboy hat, spur boots, and a jacket—good God, is this the standard attire for a country redneck?

"If you're looking for a fight, then you've come to the right place!"

“Yankee, talking to you is an insult to my noble status.”

With no leader to keep things in check, the disorganized nature of the Justice League became apparent. Shadow and Death clashed, threatening a full-blown fight. Even the German superhumans nearby were forgotten, and many more escaped during this opportunity.

"Alright, everyone, please be quiet."

The mature male voice of the "King of Cards," accompanied by a dazzling light, interrupted the tense standoff between the Shadow Demon and Death. This extraordinary being, who was said to be able to glimpse fate, was currently rubbing his temples vigorously.

"Please let Miss [Raven] speak properly and show some gentlemanly manners, okay?" The King of Cards had just tried to use his abilities to investigate what had happened to Huang Quan, but the feedback he received from fate was a bit eerie. It seemed that stopping her from completing certain tasks would lead to disastrous consequences.

They exchanged a cold snort, and the Shadow Demon slowly lowered the muzzle of his gun, while Death loosened his grip on the steel string.

"Thank you."

Seeing an uncontrollable conflict nipped in the bud, Huang Quan first smiled slightly at the King of Cards, then turned his gaze to some of the German and Italian superhumans who had not yet managed to evacuate.

"You should all be able to hear me right now. What I'm about to say is perhaps even more important than your fighting for justice, beliefs, and honor." The voice was somewhat ethereal, yet it could be heard clearly regardless of distance. The wondrous uses of the third-order will are numerous, and this was just one of them.

A pure mind is like a mirror, reflecting everything.

The purity and clarity of Huang Quan's will were beyond even her own comprehension. Anyone who came into contact with the direction of her will could feel an aura of trustworthiness.

The rest is relatively simple.

The text reveals parts of the schemes hidden behind the Allies and Nazis, and explains the dangers of abusing the "World's Dark Side." If the Allies and Axis powers ultimately misuse this power, the cradle of human civilization will face an even greater crisis. It does not expect you to lay down your arms and surrender, nor does it expect you to turn against your own people, but it hopes you can temporarily cease hostilities, look at Berlin with your own eyes to see forces like the "Undead Legion," and truly feel the world's hatred for them.

"...I know this is extremely difficult, to the point that the hope is slim, but I still said it. Your choices today may seem insignificant, but I believe history will remember you." Huang Quan didn't directly mention the countdown to the apocalypse, but rather hinted at it subtly.

Even knowing that the suggestion was unlikely to succeed, and who would believe empty words, Huang Quan still wanted to give it a try.

If it fails...

So be it if she fails! She's not some god or savior who can do everything perfectly. In the world of Divine Comedy, Huang Quan believes she has already exceeded the mandate of the world's consciousness, directly confronting the fourth-tier [Sage] to explain the possibilities of the future of human civilization, and planting a spiritual seed for Eric, whose fate is intertwined with hers. Will all of this be useful? It's absolutely impossible to tell at the moment; time will tell.

The noble are noble, and the base are base.

The baseness of others is not an excuse for abandoning one's own nobility. Huang Quan, who has already drawn his sword in the world of Divine Comedy, still wants to continue to be noble.

The secrets revealed by [Crow], along with the evidence and witnesses presented, left everyone stunned. The thought that their desperate battles on the front lines were merely part of a conspiracy filled them with a strange sense of frustration. However, with both sides having fought to this point, backing down was out of the question!

How should I choose?

Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Warden

Location: Berlin, the capital of Germany.

Allied forces were already at the city's gates, and waves of attacks and bombings never ceased. Smoke filled the air, and the ruins destroyed by the god of war emitted thick smoke and flames, shrouding the entire sky above Berlin in black smoke.

In downtown Berlin, immediately after the bombing, doctors, firefighters, and police appeared on the streets. They helped extinguish fires and tried to save civilians lying in pools of blood. Although still shaken by the Allied bombing, the Berliners tried to remain calm and assisted rescue teams in their efforts to reach the outwards from the city center.

Outside the city, soldiers were working hard to repair fortifications and trenches, and new combat personnel were being deployed to the front lines.

"Our enemy showed amazing resilience under the powerful offensive of the Great Soviet, which reminded me of the Battle of Stalingrad."

Standing in the battlefield command post, General Zhukov looked at the intelligence that the spies had risked their lives to transmit. He knew that this would be the most glorious battle of his life. This Soviet man, who was hailed as the victor, was absolutely certain that he would win and enter Berlin faster than the guys who attacked from another direction.

"But they don't have the snow in the capital to save their lives."

A staff officer chimed in, and everyone in the command post exchanged knowing smiles and raised their heads in pride.

Ring ring!

In recent days, the number of calls directly into the command center has been increasing, especially during joint exercises with friendly forces, where some mishaps often occur. The operator who answered the phone looked somewhat puzzled, because this call wasn't coming from the front lines, where the situation is most unpredictable.

The operator who had covered the microphone stood up.

"General, a call from the rear."

Zhukov calmly answered the phone. "This is Zhukov."

The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely loud, interspersed with inhuman, piercing screams. The command post fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to Zhukov. The intermittent report lasted a while before ceasing with a burst of gunfire. Zhukov slowly put down the phone.

His gaze was exceptionally strong and brooked no disobedience! As a high-ranking Allied general, he was aware of some of the plans, and the enemy's counterattack using superhuman strength had already begun! The movements of the [Undead Legion], capable of instilling immense fear in ordinary people, appeared behind the Allied army. The aerial reconnaissance troops and the rearguard almost simultaneously discovered the [Undead Legion].

"Connect me to the commander of the 1st Ukrainian Front, Rokossovsky."

No matter what demons or monsters, or superhumans, on the battlefield they have to lie down like ordinary soldiers!

No matter how tough it is, can it outlast heavy artillery? No matter how strong it is, can it outlast bombers sweeping the ground? Deep down, Zhukov despised the plans of certain people in the Allied high command. Even superhumans had to submit to the iron heel of the great Soviet steel torrent to avoid being crushed to pieces by the war machine.

This is a perfect opportunity to demonstrate to the world what the roar of ordinary people truly means!

………………

"What a sweetly tragic tone."

A demon burning with hellfire grabbed the head of a wounded Allied soldier with its withered claws; the fiery eyes on its ram-horned head gleamed with a mesmerizing light.

Its long, slender claws were extremely sharp, piercing the human body as easily as slicing through bread. After dissecting the body, wisps of non-lethal flame seeped in through the fine veins, slowly causing the soul in its hands to let out a heart-wrenching wail, until both body and soul were on the verge of destruction…

An orange lantern appeared in its other hand.

As if possessed by a mysterious, alluring power, the moment this lantern appeared, the entire battlefield, shrouded in smoke and overrun by the undead, felt a primal panic. It was as if the lantern connected to a terrifying cage, where being caught meant certain doom!

Some of the undead, who were feasting on fresh flesh and blood, were frightened away from this terrible demon.

A devil who toys with souls, one of the most primal and ancient demons in the world.

Each time it appears, it reaps a soul—perhaps one, perhaps many, entirely depending on its mood. In this worst era of war for humanity, the traces of this horned demon are frequently seen on the battlefield. Souls that fall into the Lantern Prison will forever repeat the tragic fate of being unable to die; even if they lose their vitality through torture, they will be restarted. As the warden of this prison, it always hopes for new souls to join it.

I'm almost tired of the beautiful souls I've taken from the New World, so I hope I can find some new and appealing souls on this battlefield.

"Master, the human attack is imminent."

With a thunderous clang of metal meshing together and steam billowing outwards, a demon, half-human and half-steel, with a sharp spear cannon strapped to its shoulder, crushed the numerous human corpses beneath its feet. Its voice boomed like a locomotive starting up, and where its bloated body should have been, its heart was replaced by molten iron from a red-hot furnace.

It is one of the masterpieces of the horned demon.

Sometimes, witnessing noble and heroic humanity succumb to reality and degenerate, even to the point of becoming a complete demon, can be a beautiful symphony.

A mournful whistling sound came from the distant horizon. This was the deadly sound of shells flying across the sky after heavy artillery fired. Often, such a barrage of shells was like Thor's hammer relentlessly pounding the earth, and even the mountains would tremble from the energy released!

The horned demon who had experienced the Age of Gods did not hold back his praise for humanity's recreation of the immense destruction caused by the gods of that era.

"That's a bit of a letdown."

The horned demon extinguished the soul in its hand; the soul failed the test and was not even qualified to enter the Netherworld Prison.

"Master, humans are too fragile."

"No, no, no, you don't understand. Humanity is a collection of contradictions. Some individuals are indeed fragile and despicable, but others are rare breeds. I have been searching for the most precious rare breeds, but unfortunately, there are almost none who are suitable." The ring made of thorny chains shook violently, and the ram-horned demon swung the thorny chains in mid-air, tearing apart sparks and creating a spatial passage!

The steam-powered steel demon failed to understand its master's words; its simple mind held only two things.