A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The last battle on the Eastern Continent was a bloody lesson.

One wrong move and he and Nicol Bolas might lose their lives.

I also need to know more about things myself.

“Human, I’m giving you a chance. Leave this place, and we’ll have nothing to do with each other,” Vidfulnil said, his eyes darting around.

"This city is already a dead city. If you try to fight me here, you can only be considered ignorant."

"Even if I give up, I don't want to waste the soul I finally managed to eat."

"Give up?" Bray calmly stepped forward in mid-air, using the magic circle as a guide.

Bray recalled the serious look in Naruko's eyes when he said the city was doomed.

I shouldn't have sentenced this city to death so soon.

"I refuse."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a vast array of weapons, formed from his soul, swept in from the side.

Bray leaped lightly, and as his longsword dodged the overwhelming wave of soul weapons, it caught on the chain of one of the scythes.

Bray's action stunned Widford.

If Bray dodges the attack, Widford Nils would have been perfectly understandable.

But why can he touch the soul with his eyes?

The power to freely control the reality and illusion of the soul is His authority.

What did this guy do?

Without explaining to Widford, Bray swung the chain with his sword and "returned" the scythe to his opponent.

The pouch has given Bray the strength to reach the level of a Black Iron S-class adventurer, making many things much easier for him now.

"Clang!!!" The weapon, which he had created with his own soul, ended up cutting into his own neck.

However, the head still didn't fall off.

After all, this was Vidfulnir's own ability, and it would be too ridiculous for him to be beheaded by his own ability.

"What exactly did you do!?"

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t know?” Bray said expressionlessly, standing atop Widford’s head.

Vidfulnil had no idea when this guy had appeared on top of him.

He felt a sudden chill for no apparent reason.

A deafening eagle cry suddenly rang out, and Bray was momentarily disoriented, as if a humanoid silhouette almost popped out of his body.

However, the phantom only appeared for a moment, and Bray was only distracted for less than half a second.

"Shut up," Bray muttered, then with a swift stroke, cleanly severed the neck that was gripping the scythe. Once upon a time, there was a very weak but invincible black dragon.

Bray once thought that the black dragon was the most annoying silver species.

But now Bray is going to add Widford Neal to the already troublesome list of silver-tier champions.

Bray's left arm hung limply at his sides, his longsword stuck diagonally into the roof.

Above is Vidfulnir, whose physical body has been completely destroyed.

Widfordir's entire body had been cut up by Bray, and now he could only exist in the form of a soul.

In his spirit form, the complex patterns on his body made him appear quite mysterious and noble, so it's not surprising that he was worshipped as a totem.

However, He did not want to exist in this form at all; He really did not expect that He would be cut down to the point of being completely cut down.

What the hell is this human?

The only advantage was that without a physical body, Widfournier's movements became noticeably lighter, and his offensive momentum became many times more ferocious.

Bray was thus somewhat embarrassed by the weapons formed from those souls.

If it is rubbed, the corresponding part will lose sensation, as if that part has suddenly disappeared.

After Bray's left arm was grazed, he lost all control and couldn't even hold his sword.

“…” Widford looked down at Bray, his thoughts a complex mix.

To be honest, Widford Nils was tempted to run away.

Despite seeing that Bray's left arm was temporarily useless, he still had the urge to run away.

But his physical body had been destroyed by a human, and he still had to run away. Vidfulnil suddenly felt ashamed.

He constantly wavered between dignity and security.

If Widford can escape in his spirit form, Bray simply won't be able to catch up.

"Human, I admit you are very strong," Vidfulnir said humbly after thinking for a moment.

That posture made it seem as if all the previous arrogance had been completely destroyed.

Vidfulnir has no ability to restore his physical body; if he wants to regain his physical body, he must eat corpses.

The transformation from an eagle that hunts souls to a vulture that feeds on corpses must have been somewhat disheartening for Him.

While Vydfulnir in his soul form is difficult to defeat, his perception and combat power are also significantly reduced.

Moreover, this posture requires consuming all the souls one has previously consumed to maintain.

All Widford could say was that he had suffered a huge loss in this battle with Bray.

“This place is yours. I’m going to find another place.” Widford chuckled.

His wings folded together in a very human-like way, and he rubbed them together.

“…” Bray didn’t answer, but just frowned.

Bray rarely saw a Silver-ranked being so cowardly, to the point that he began to doubt the other party's intentions.

"Anyway, if I want to escape, you can't catch me."

"I'm already being very polite by speaking to you like this, human," Wade Fulnier said after a pause, in a slightly assertive tone.

Meanwhile, the souls that cannot be perceived without opening one's inner eye are unknowingly approaching Bray.

“Look up! You’ll see how sincere I am,” Widford said to Bray.

Bray almost instinctively raised his head, but he stopped abruptly when he did.

He realized the bird's intention.

However, Widford caught Bray in that moment of distraction.

Its enormous body soared into the air, its semi-transparent form merging with the sun, and the textures all over its body began to emit a dazzling purple light.

Bray was also a little dazed by this inexplicable turn of events.

He wants both dignity and safety.

All you need to do is ambush this human and kill him.

Countless scythes rose from the ground, like venomous snakes with life of their own, slashing at the mine at tricky angles.

Meanwhile, the souls that Vydfulnir had once devoured, like mud, climbed onto the roof and materialized, beginning to act like puppets.

These animated souls are toys carefully selected by Vidfulnir, including many powerful beings from the Iron and Bronze classes.

Although certainly not as powerful as when he was alive, he can still use most of his abilities.

To launch a surprise attack, one must go all out. At this moment, Bray is facing what is essentially a small army that has been arranged in formation.

Widford believed this was the best way to deal with a guy like Bray.

He had many other ways to use these concepts, but he was constantly being overwhelmed by Bray and had no chance to use them at all.

Widford was also very frustrated, but if he could kill Bray and vent his anger, he could at least balance things out a bit.

Bray glanced at it casually, then tried to move his left arm, but failed.

Instead of continuing the attempt, he asked Widfournier a question.

"How much silver has been planted?" Bray asked, showing no sign of tension despite the attacks being so close.

"How many? Ten? Twenty? Anyway, we don't even have enough for all of that birdman's paradise."

"As for the specific number, you can count it yourself inside my belly after you die," Vidfulnir said arrogantly as he soared into the air.

Even if those attacks were ineffective against Bray, he couldn't do anything to him.

Even if this sneak attack fails, He can leave leisurely without looking disheveled.

Then He can say that He spared this human being.

Bray gripped the hilt of his broadsword tightly, and the blade suddenly split open as he exerted force.

Vidfulnil didn't notice this detail; Hawkeye was only staring at Bray's right eye.

Those eyes were so repulsive; Widford Nils wished he could just pinch those dead fish eyes off them.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!!!" Piece by piece, the dark fragments got stuck in the chain links tied to a scythe.

And yet, Widford still hasn't discovered any of this.

"What about the Central Continent? What do you intend to do to the Central Continent?" Bray asked after deflecting several attacks with the hilt of his sword.

“Middle Continent? Who knows? You can go and settle accounts with the ‘Alliance of the Gods’ yourself,” Vidfulnir said casually.

"Maybe tomorrow? Maybe the day after? We might just find a place we like someday."

“This is our demigod world now, everything is up to us…” Vidfulnir opened his beak, as if he wanted to say something more.

But a whooshing sound interrupted His speech.

A chain, now out of control, carrying a scythe, swept away all the surrounding souls.

With each rotation of the sickle, its power increased exponentially, shredding everything around it in less than a minute.

“…” Widfordier stared at the scene in astonishment.

This is His power, His concept, what the hell is going on?

“I thought you would know a lot,” Bray said casually, then abruptly swung the hilt of his bladeless sword.

The sickle danced along with the swing of the sword hilt.

The chains of the soul seemed to extend infinitely in the next moment, binding Vydfulnir's neck.

"What have you done! What have you done!?" With the soul chains binding his neck, Vidfulnir finally began to panic.

I can still use concepts, but what's going on? What's with this sickle being swung at me?

“Aren’t you a black…” Widford’s voice trailed off.

The merciless scythe fell straight down, severing the head of Vidfulnir in his soul form.

This was the second beheading, and the last.

"Just a use of the mental world." Bray retrieved the fragment stuck in the chain ring. With a shrill scream, Vidfulnir's soul vanished completely from the world.

Unfortunately, Widfolnir died, his soul devoured and never to return.

Just as Bray said, if he were a hero, he would have saved many people.

However, he's just a garbage collector; he doesn't have the ability to save people.

Since leaving the demonic ruins where time and space overlapped, Bray could sense his strength expanding.

The execution of Vidfulnir just now was only possible after the effect of the "Final Echo" suppression concept was expanded.

Now, "The Last Echo" is suppressing the intensity of the concept, and also suppressing the user's control over their own concept.

This control over the concept is very subtle to explain.

Simply put, Widfolnir originally possessed this resistance to everything related to the soul, because His concept was "soul".

However, due to Bray's suppression, Widfordir was able to be wounded by the soul.

Similarly, Silver-type creatures that utilize the concept of fire can also be damaged by fire that they cannot control.

Unless the other party has truly unparalleled control over the concept, then Bray's suppression will be ineffective in this regard.

To grasp the uses of the mental imagery world to this extent requires both opportunity and insight.