A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Although almost all of my memories have become incredibly blurry and unclear, some things have still been vaguely preserved.

However, what he remembers is not something Bray can choose for himself.

For example, knowing how to bandage is a rather boring memory.

How incredibly immature must I be to always wear bandages when I'm fighting for the empire?

Bray really wouldn't like to have bandages wrapped around his hand unless absolutely necessary.

He looked at the innocent souls floating all around him and shook his head helplessly.

He had already sent Naruto and the others out of the giant eagle's conceptual range, which is why he came back here alone.

But honestly, Bray said before that everyone would be a burden to him, I wonder if that will make Naruko overthink things.

He just wanted to express that whether Naruko and the others were a burden was completely unimportant.

Sometimes I also want to learn how to speak fluently.

However, judging from the way Naruko waved her hand vigorously when she saw him off, she was quite happy after hearing what he said.

"A masochist, huh?" he muttered.

"It's so cold." The thin layer of frost covering the surroundings had lowered the temperature considerably.

The temperature isn't unbearable; the reason ordinary people suffer here is because their souls are being torn apart by that giant eagle.

If Bray hadn't had his "swan song," he probably would have been lying in the road shouting like these people, which is a bit embarrassing just to imagine.

He bent down and took a deep breath.

The giant eagle, greedily devouring souls, was less than a hundred meters away from Bray, yet it seemed completely unaware of his presence.

Perhaps it was because He was too engrossed in the pleasure of consuming souls, or perhaps it was because Bray's aura was so faint that He mistook Bray for roadside grass and trees.

He probably wouldn't have been alerted until he confirmed Bray's presence with his own eyes.

“…” Bray sized up the giant eagle.

There was definitely more than one Silver-tier creature in the Western Continent; it's just that only one appeared in front of Bray.

The Eastern Continent didn't fall immediately because of Nicol Bolas's help, but this time the Western Continent didn't have a "benefactor" to lend a hand.

Bray found it hard to imagine how the western continent could be preserved.

The time it takes for a silver-type creature to devour a city is not long at all. For example, this giant eagle in front of us could probably harvest the souls of every single person in this city in less than half a day.

Then they'll claim this place as their territory and move on to the next place to forage.

If everything goes smoothly, things will unfold like this.

Of course, things wouldn't go smoothly for Him if He encountered Bray.

He assumed a stance, gripped his sword, and drew it from its sheath.

"Ancient Sword School" "Ghost Fang"

With a flash of light, a giant demon mask appeared in mid-air, its fangs biting precisely into the giant eagle's left wing.

Widford's eagle eyes narrowed sharply, followed by a heart-wrenching scream.

His wings weren't torn off, but the pain of being connected to his flesh and bones stimulated his nerves.

"Which guy is it?! ...

Soon, He knew exactly what was attacking Him.

The tiny sword, as small as a toothpick, slashed at His left wing with an aura that seemed capable of cleaving through space itself.

Moreover, the sword slashed at the same spot, exactly the same spot as the previous attack.

The giant eagle realized that it couldn't dodge at all, or rather, the moment its consciousness struck, there was no room for escape.

He moved, trying to dodge the sword, but the longsword still easily cut into the flesh between the feathers of Vydfulnir.

Then the broadsword rose and fell, striking the same spot.

After taking the blow, Widford's left wing bent backward at an odd angle.

His left wing was broken.

Widford could feel his bones being cracked and his flesh being cut open.

Where the broken section once stood, there was a faint outline of a wing.

Those are parts formed from the soul, meaning that although they do not have the ability to regenerate at high speed, no matter which part of Vidfulnir is missing, the soul can be used to create a part that is infinitely close to the physical body.

If a claw is severed, a nonexistent claw will take its place; if a head is severed, a nonexistent head will take its place.

However, this does not mean that Widfolnier, whose left wing was broken, can calm down.

He will still feel intense pain, and what is lost is truly lost.

"What the hell is that?!" Vidfulnir cried out in anger. For countless years, even when He had disputes with other Silver Races, His wings had never been broken.

Finally, He saw clearly the owner of that small longsword.

It is a Black Iron species, and it is human.

Widford's Hawkeye met Bray's right eye, and time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Widford's eyes clearly showed anger.

But Bray's eyes were peculiar; it was hard to describe the emotion he was conveying.

However, it certainly wasn't passionate.

This scene of a human body challenging a legendary existence is truly shocking. If anyone were to witness it, they would surely be speechless with excitement.

That's simply heroic.

However, Bray was not a hero, and no one witnessed this scene.

This city was turned into a ghost town in an instant; to be honest, less than one percent of the people might have survived.

If Bray is a hero, then the moment he appeared, he saved countless people.

However, Bray didn't appear; by the time he did, the city was already "dead."

He's just a guy cleaning up the mess now.

Bray wasn't being self-deprecating; he simply knew the facts.

"I am the 'Soul Eater' Vidfulnir, whom you fear!" Countless vengeful spirits around Vidfulnir coalesced into scythes and swung them toward Bray.

This is a scythe that reaps souls. If you are hit, even if Bray has a longsword to suppress your consciousness, you will still be affected.

At best, one will lose consciousness; at worst, one's soul will be pulled out.

"Okay, I know your name now."

"There's no need to say those lines anymore." Bray didn't understand why so many Silver Species would utter such embarrassing lines.

Is it because he felt he should be very strong, but was injured by someone who should be very weak, and then became angry and embarrassed due to the discrepancy?

Using the magic circle he created in the air, Bray easily dodged the dense scythes.

Bray could only say that his waist pack's performance was perfectly suited to his fighting style.

The rapid mana regeneration allows even those with very low mana levels, like Bray, to continuously use spells that consume minimal mana.

For example, "Missing" can now be used continuously without needing to use the left eye, as long as Brei wants to.

Even if the eagle takes flight, he can pull it down in one go.

"..." A battle that was destined to be neither exciting nor intense unfolded.

"Hmph~ Rings are everywhere~"

“The ordained are everywhere~” Jonathan stood on the cloud, humming a nonsensical tune.

His mask wore an eerie smile.

Jonathan's decision to plant the Silver Seeds in the Iron Seed World was indeed to let them savor the taste of victory.

Of course, there is one point Jonathan did not add.

"The premise is that it's not given away for free."

"Sometimes, the lower species are not ants, but a swarm of mosquitoes."

"They dare to bite rabbits, lions, and even mosquitoes."

"Whether mortals or gods, everyone's going crazy. I'm so envious," Jonathan muttered to himself with immense envy.

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"Swoosh—" The twin swords slashed through Vidfulnir's body, but what splattered out was not blood, but the wailing of a soul.

Unfortunately, these souls had already been consumed by Vidfulnir and had no chance of returning to their bodies.

The soul that had just overflowed was sucked back into Vidfulnil's body a few seconds later.

Bray stood on the balcony of a house, squinting with his right eye as he observed Widford Nils taking flight.

Wade-Folnir wasn't foolish enough to stand on top of the tower and let Brechet have a chance.

“Actually, I’m quite curious,” Bray said to Widford.

"Why are you suddenly interested in cities belonging to the Black Iron race?"

The fact that they invaded at this exact moment, neither earlier nor later, puzzled Bray.

If you wanted to hack in, why didn't you hack in before? The walls were broken a long time ago.

A dangerous dragon has settled in the capital.

"Do you think I'd answer your question, you lowly ant?" Vidfulnir's tone remained arrogant; even after being hacked to pieces, he didn't consider himself at a disadvantage.

And that was indeed the case. Even though his physical body was destroyed, Widford Nils was able to survive in the form of his soul. He simply did not believe that Bray had any way to punish him.

However, Bray still felt that this guy's way of talking was annoying, like a younger brother.

In the ensuing battle, the souls no longer attacked Bray simply with scythes, but instead transformed into numerous weapons that surged forth.

What difference is there between this and a bunch of sickles? In Bray's eyes, there is no difference at all.

The temperature dropped with each flap of Vidfulnil's wings.

At the same time, the temperature of the soul also drops.

Even Bray began to feel a faint chill emanating from the depths of his soul.

"And he's quick and decisive in hand-to-hand combat."

Although Bray would usually end up with a bloody head in hand-to-hand combat with Silver-ranked individuals, he preferred simpler battles to dealing with such complex concepts.

His movements became sluggish, his thinking slowed down, all because Widford's concept was influencing Bray.

The concept must be constantly suppressed, but as long as the opponent is strong enough, some of the concept's influence can still penetrate into Bray's side.

After all, Vidfulnir has been recorded many times in legends, so it would be unreasonable for him to be too weak.

However, Vidfulnir's problem was also obvious: all his strength was concentrated on his own concept.

There's nothing wrong with this for the Silver race; expanding their concepts is the normal path they would take.

Silver-tier characters like "Trialists" and "Third Demon King" are the rarest.

"BOOM!!!!" The house was smashed to pieces by the weapon of the soul, but Bray stepped onto the magic circle first and leaped into the air.

"What are you 'Alliance of the Gods' really thinking?" Bray sighed and asked the giant eagle.

"A coalition of the gods? What a joke, I'm not one of those idiots." Vidfulnir flatly denied Bray's claim. He was a Silver Race without any power.

The "Alliance of the Gods" is indeed aimed at all Silver races, but that doesn't mean all Silver races will submit.

For example, Vidfulnir was one of the Silver Seers who refused to submit to the "Alliance of the Gods".

They became even more disdainful after they learned that there were humans among the "alliance of the gods".

"Letting a human give orders, I really don't know what they're thinking." Vidfulnir sneered at the "Alliance of the Gods," seemingly forgetting how he had previously avoided the "Alliance of the Gods."

“Is that so…” Bray raised an eyebrow; the interior of the Silver Seed was far more complex than he had imagined.

However, given that Jonathan said the next place was the Middle Continent, Bray decided to ask as many questions as he could from the various Silver species.

Information asymmetry is a major taboo; even with Nicolaes, it doesn't mean everything is perfect.