A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He is not invincible, but he cannot be defeated.

"What's wrong with you?" Bray asked in a deep voice.

"I am the Trialist, the Trialist Ladonka," Ladonka said proudly.

"Whether mortal or demigod, none can pass all my trials."

"My trials are endless; humanity, prepare to face trials too heavy for you to bear." Ladonka took a step forward, shaking the earth.

"Congratulations on passing the first trial."

"May you pass the second trial."

"BOOM!!!" Before the words were even finished, Ladonka attacked Bray with a speed that matched its massive body, and the claws attached to its dragon wings slammed heavily towards Bray.

"Clang—" Bray held his longsword horizontally in front of him, his body sinking as he forcefully blocked the dragon's attack.

“Trial?” Bray frowned. Although Nick had explained the concept to him, he still couldn’t immediately grasp the specifics of the other party’s abilities.

However, Bray can now clearly sense the change in Ladonka's strength.

I've become stronger, inexplicably stronger.

"Break!!!!!" Bray roared, his longsword wedging itself into the bone of the Ladonka dragon's wing.

"Crack—" Ladonka's dragon wings snapped off.

"Hahahaha!!!" But what Ladonka let out was a maniacal laugh full of fighting spirit.

“You are very good,” Ladonka said.

This battle will be endless... with no end in sight. It is still late at night.

Zhiming and Bulei were still trying to delay the two dragons in the narrow gap.

But actually, not much time has passed. Yes, not much time has passed.

Although from an outsider's perspective, it may seem that much time has passed, that's just an illusion.

Only two or three hours have passed since Nicol Bolas intervened to stop the dragon horde, and sunrise is still a long way off.

The night will continue, and people in other cities will remain asleep, dreaming of the upcoming festival.

The night sky was filled with twinkling stars, but the people of Shouzhang City had no time to appreciate them.

As for distinguishing festivals, that matter has long been forgotten.

Shouzhang City is now filled with panic, and everyone is in danger.

The panic intensified, and the tremors on the city ground were terrifying.

However, what filled the people of Shouzhang City with even more despair than the tremor was the dragon.

They saw dragons, living dragons, these dragons that had only appeared in legends actually existed and were wreaking havoc in Shouzhang City.

There weren't many, only three or four, but they gave people the feeling that dragons were everywhere.

Despite the vast size of Shouzhang City, people felt it had become a cage, trapping everyone in a death trap.

Nicol Bolas should have finished casting the spell an hour earlier to send these people away and save them from the dragon's attack.

After all, no matter how difficult the relocation of this city-sized city is, it won't take two hours for Nicol Bolas.

However, He Shouzhang City remains completely still, and dragons are even playing in it.

why?

The reason is simple: Nicol Bolas's spellcasting was disrupted.

If Nicholas could repeatedly thwart the "union of the gods," then he should know that one day he too would be thwarted.

Nicol Bolas hadn't expected those guys to help the dragons.

No, He should have realized that He had simply been careless.

Even if you've lived so long and been cautious for so long, there will still be times when you're careless.

Thinking about it carefully, since Fu Qing has joined the "Alliance of the Gods," they will naturally provide assistance.

Moreover, Nicholas caused trouble more than once, and the Allied Gods retaliated against him for this, even destroying his dwelling place completely.

It's understandable that they came out to intercept them this time.

However, the timing was terrible; it happened precisely when Nicol Bolas was fully focused on casting the spell, and precisely when he was about to complete it.

Nicol Bolas was trampled underfoot by a giant, and although he was furious, he was powerless to resist.

Yes, giants, once the most numerous group among the Silver Race.

Of course, just like the dragons, the number of giants is actually still very small. However, in the Silver Age, where individuals were the main species, giants were already considered a lot. If they continued to reproduce, they might even be able to give birth to their own civilization, just like the Bronze Age.

Unfortunately, the giants could not resist the tide of the times, nor the will of the world, and faded into obscurity along with the other Silver Races.

Although the literal meaning of "giant" can be understood as a huge person.

However, in reality, the Titans and the various types of Black Iron humans differ in many ways besides their size.

For example, the giant stepping on Nicol Bolas had dark blue skin all over his body and unusually bulging muscles.

Although the ancient steel helmet covered two-thirds of his face, the general shape of his face could still be seen.

Although its face is relatively flat like a human's, it is more like that of a wild animal.

Some silver-type creatures wear clothes, but that's when they're in their transformed state.

In its original state, it will at most have some minor, insignificant decorations.

Giants, however, share the habit of wearing robes or armor, just like lower species.

"Nicholson Bolas, you have gone too far," the blue giant roared in a thunderous voice.

He looked down at Nicholas, his expression devoid of complex emotions, his gaze somewhat indifferent.

It seems like defeating Nicol Bolas is such a normal thing.

The speaking giant wore bronze armor that exposed his right chest and arm.

His right hand, unprotected by armor, gripped a long-handled broadsword.

This greatsword is a greatsword in every sense of the word; a single swing could slice through a Black Iron castle.

“You’re not quite right about that, Lazetu,” Nicol Bolas said with difficulty, glancing at the deep blue giant.

Nicol Bolas, who was being stepped on, couldn't even lift his dragon head.

It was so humiliating; this giant was utterly insulting Him, and the worst part was that He had no choice but to swallow his pride.

“It is you, the ‘United Gods,’ who have gone too far, not me, a law-abiding dragon,” Nicholas said disdainfully.

"Have you been obedient? You've ruined our chance to reclaim the Silver Age!" Lazetu roared.

Once upon a time, the Silver Race were also powerful beings standing tall between heaven and earth, and the Giants were even more formidable.

Now, let's not even talk about the other silver races. The giants, who were once a powerful group, have fallen into a state of utter destitution. The birth of a newborn has not been seen for a thousand years, and their plight is even more tragic than that of the dragons.

Lazetu, throughout this era, could count the number of his own kind on one hand.

Why have the Silver race fallen to such a state? Why have these lowly, ant-like species taken over Kapras?

None of the Silver races in the "Alliance of the Gods" could comprehend it.

"If you think our efforts to fight for an era for the Silver Race are excessive, then what are you doing? Helping these ants? Do you want to become their new faith?"

"Do you want to be the savior of these ants?" Lazetu asked, his voice growing increasingly angry as he continued to question Nicol Bolas.

He not only wanted to question Nicol Bolas, but also all the Silver Race who stood on Nicol Bolas's side.

What common interests do silver and iron varieties actually share?

No! What common interests could there be between gods and mortals?

"It seems you lizard have completely forgotten the arrogance of the Silver species."

"You're standing on my head, and then you talk to me about dignity and pride!!!!?"

“Roar!” Nicol Bolas suddenly roared.

But after the roar, instead of a storm of counterattack, the dragon vanished and transformed into a tiny human.

Taking advantage of Lazetu's anger and momentary lapse in concentration, the shrunken Nicopolis broke free from His feet.

"Hmph, what a simple-minded giant." The blonde girl crossed her arms and sneered, standing on the ground and looking up at the giant.

Shrinking to escape sounds like an easy thing, but in reality, the giants are not fools and have ways to deal with it.

After all, most Silver species can gain the ability to transform into lower species once they learn.

Therefore, silver also knows how to guard against it.

Nicol Bolas managed to escape successfully, thanks in large part to Lazetu getting emotional as he spoke.

Lazetu gave Nicol Bolas a cold look.

He was not afraid of Nicholas's counterattack, because if He could win once, He could win a second time.

Nicol Bolas quickly reverted to his original form and hovered in the air not far from the ground.

Maintaining human form in front of Lazetu is suicidal; He only changes form to escape from Lazetu's feet.

"Hoo—" The golden dragon exhaled and stared at the giant in front of it.

"Boom!" The giant in front of Nicol Bolas stomped heavily on the ground, pulling his arm back so that his long-handled sword dragged on the ground.

The giant possesses an absolute advantage in strength and agility against Nico Bolas.

Despite their superior qualities, the Titans, like other Silver Races, do not focus on practicing their skills.

However, the Giants are still more skilled than the other Silver Titans.

At least He knew how to fight better than Nicholas.

“I have a question for you.” Nicol Bolas looked at the giant who could easily defeat him and spoke slowly.

However, the giant did not reply.

The giant wielded a long-handled sword, its trajectory sweeping across the heavens and earth, even dispersing the clouds beneath the moon.

The semicircle swung by that broadsword was even more eye-catching than the crescent moon, as if the moon in the sky had fallen to the ground.

"Boom!!!!" However, the sharp blade struck the ground beside Nicholas, and although it landed almost close to him, it did not harm Nicholas.

The shockwave ruffled Nicol Bolas's whiskers, but the dragon remained unmoved.

"You say that your 'Alliance of the Gods' wants to reclaim the era of the Silver Races—" Nicol Bolas drawled, "then when have we Silver Races ever had our own era?"

“Is it the First Age? The Second Age? Or the Third Age?” Every word Nicol Bolas spoke was firm and resolute.

The First Era? Below the Gold Race, all were ants, even the Silver Race.

Back then, Silver-tier monsters were equivalent to the prey hunted by Iron-tier monsters today; they were quite strong, but that was about it.

There are only two differences: one is difficult to hunt, and the other is easy to hunt.

The Second Era? A large number of Bronze Races, whose members were of high quality, established a civilization, while the small number of Silver Races, though powerful, were unable to truly occupy any part of the world.

The Third Era? Open your eyes and look at Kapras now, and you'll probably wake up.

"..." Lazetu's knife was stuck in the rock, and he couldn't lift it for a long time.

The giant remained silent, unable to answer Nicol Bolas's question for a moment.

When will the glory of silver be born?

It was probably only during that short period at the end of the First Age and the beginning of the Second Age.

But that time was too short, pitifully short for the Silver race.

Although the Bronze race is individually weak, it is still able to resist the Silver race by relying on the strength of its race and its civilization.

As time went on, the ways in which bronze-grade items dealt with silver-grade items gradually became more and more diverse.

It cannot be defeated, but that does not mean it cannot be resisted or dodged.

The "Divine Lock Stone" was also a creation of that time.

Before anyone knew it, that glorious moment had passed, so quickly it caught everyone off guard.

"No, right? We Silver Race don't have an era of our own."