A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"What fact?" Bray asked instinctively.

“You cannot defeat the fact that I am,” Umkandal said.

"It's not decided yet," he said, and then faced the giant once more.

The ancient giants once again expressed their admiration for Bray.

What could possibly make Bray go to such lengths?

Is it ignorance? Only ignorance can explain it.

If Bray truly understood what Silverborn meant to Ironborn, he wouldn't have acted this way.

If Bray truly understood just how terrifying the power of concepts was, he wouldn't have remained so calm.

No one who has ever come into contact with silver coins would be as impressed as Bray.

Even powerful beings like the Empress and Betley would be wary of Silver Saints.

But whatever stood before Bray was the same.

Even a demigod, or perhaps even a true god, would act this way.

It was so calm it was puzzling.

Umkandal stared at the mortal before him, who resembled a demon.

Walking amidst the crimson, covered in their own blood.

Using his own sword as a staff, he stumbled along the cruel road with difficulty.

He couldn't help but think of this scene... He himself was surprised that he would have such a thought.

Then Umkandar sighed, a sigh as loud as a whirlwind.

"Thump! Thump!! Thump!!!" Then, all four of His arms came out at once.

Crimson fists rained down on Bray.

At the same time, countless meteors fell from the sky, heading straight towards the location where Bray was.

No pity is needed, but carelessness is not an option.

What He had to do was to completely defeat the monastic before Him.

Bray stopped in his tracks.

As mentioned before, Bray planned to use all his strength to swing his sword, and it would be best if he could stay put.

Now is the perfect time.

The sword blade slashed out, and he didn't even care what was in front of him.

Even if it's a shooting star, even if it's an unseen spiritual force, even if it's a fist, Bray will swing his sword.

There was only a roaring sound, no laughter or howling.

Neither Bray nor Umkandar are characters who like to laugh wildly in battle.

This made the battle seem exceptionally solemn.

This is not a battle caused by fanatics, nor is it a battle to satisfy one's own bloodlust.

It's purely a struggle concerning the survival of the Iron race and the freedom of the Silver race.

Even Umkandal, the "Demigod Lord," took the initiative to intervene at this time.

No matter how strong Umkandal, the "Demigod Lord," was, He never let his guard down. In fact, He even lost the opportunity to eliminate Bray due to excessive caution.

This is enough to prove how important this is to the "Alliance of the Gods"—and how great the threat posed by Bray's very existence is.

Survival versus freedom—which is more important? No one can say for sure.

Some people feel that living like a pig in a pen is worse than being dead.

Some people might think that without life, there is no freedom.

Bray from other timelines must have fought Umkandar as well.

Scattered memories resurfaced, washing over Bray's mind.

One by one, timelines that had been forgotten quietly surfaced from the depths of memory.

It's as if the sound of the tides rising and falling echoes in my ears, making me immerse myself in memories that don't belong to me.

The sound of the sword cutting through the air grew increasingly faint, while other sounds in my memory became clearer.

Even though he was in the midst of a life-or-death battle, he was now somewhat unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The only thing that kept him conscious was the feel of the two sword hilts.

This is probably the most reliable guidepost for her now.

Even with the risk of getting lost in a sea of ​​memories, Bray never stopped fighting. Countless Brays have faced Umkandar.

He is simply an enemy that Bray is bound to face, and he is incredibly powerful, so powerful that he cannot be defeated.

The first time Umkandar was defeated was before time had been reset.

It was Whiteface who defeated Umkandar.

The Whiteface of that time was a hundred times worse off than the Bray of today.

Unlike Bray, Whiteface can acquire countless memories of himself and become stronger.

Initially, Bai Mian had to rely on himself, without any assistance.

His strength back then was less than a third of what it is now.

Then he used "Divine Source," and in a situation where he was certain to die, he abandoned the identity he was so proud of.

It was solely to defeat Umkandal.

He won, but he was not qualified to call himself a human being. In the end, he abandoned his name and changed it to the name "White Face".

It means there is nothing there, a blank space, or nothing at all.

The second, third, and fourth victories against Umkandal were mostly achieved with the help of Whiteface.

There are also those who, after defeating Umkandal using the Divine Source, immediately collapsed.

Those who did not choose to use the divine source and did not receive help from the White Face were all defeated and annihilated by Umkandal.

White powder has helped others of itself, but there are also times when it doesn't.

Helping others is neither an obligation nor a necessity.

The fate of the timeline changes according to Hakum's every move; he is the butterfly that disrupts time and space.

In Bray's right eye, reality and memory were mixed together, with no clear boundary.

He saw his current self, covered in wounds, and he also saw Bai Mian's broken left arm back then.

He knew there was a collapsed fortress behind him, but there was nothing behind Whiteface.

Therefore, Bray has come to a profound understanding time and again that while Whiteface resembles him, they will never be the same person.

They are really, really different.

Perhaps the reason I've been able to hold on until now is thanks to the countless times that White Face has reset time.

In the past, Whiteface has helped other Brays. Will Whiteface help himself this time as well?

Absolutely not.

Everyone knows that Whiteface has no interest in being a belated hero.

He won't wait until everything has settled before showing up.

Bai Mian doesn't aspire to be a hero; he only wants to be someone who cuts off tragedies.

Or rather... he used to be like this.

He was just exhausted, had exhausted all his hopes, and had given up on everything.

A heartless person wouldn't sit at their own wedding.

If you ignore everything, you won't even try to save Naruko.

Therefore, even though Bai was radiating endless killing intent towards him, Bray never harbored any resentment towards him.

This is good; it's good for both myself and Bai Mian.

It is only natural that tired people should rest.

"Ding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" This sound lingered in the ears of both the human and the god.

The long, drawn-out sound seemed to travel to the ends of the earth.

As long and resonant as a bell, as powerful and awe-inspiring as thunder.

Bray's broadsword was completely shattered, and the hilt fell to the side.

Now, with one hand and a longsword, he blocked the heaviest punch of Umkandal's countless blows.

His right eye regained its clarity and was no longer plagued by confused memories.

This time, he gained nothing from that memory and learned nothing of value.

He only remembered that faint sense of sorrow.

"Have you become stronger? Or have you come to your senses?" Umkandal said, retracting his fist and grabbing everything in the air that he could use.

“…” Bray remained silent.

"No matter what, you're already at your limit." He gripped the immense power within him and coldly pressed it down like a mine.

How can this body, which looks like a rag doll, possibly wield a sword?

Bray was no longer able to escape death as spectacularly as before.

"Breaklas—" This may be the last time Ummkandar calls out Brey's name.

This attack should have yielded results by now.

“…” Bray raised his face, which was covered in mud and blood.

He stubbornly gripped his longsword and took a step forward.

Bray's figure flickered like a television screen with a distorted display.

From the moment he stepped into that demon's ruins, chaotic time had been entangled with him.

Now, it's time to sever those misunderstandings and incomprehensible things.

He was Blakeras, the only Blakeras of this period.

The swordsman bowed slightly, closed his eyes, and completely absorbed his senses into a state of mental awareness.

The tip of the longsword touched the ground weakly.

A pale blue phantom appeared behind Bray, like some kind of ghost haunting him.

The phantom resembled the outline of Bray, but it was somewhat blurry, like a wisp of smoke that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

The phantom's movements were exactly the same as Bray's.

But the image of the blue shadow kept changing; its clothing was never the same, and even the sword in its hand kept changing.

Bray knew of the existence of this shadow.

But what is it? Bray didn't know.

And is this turn-based combat? It really does seem like it.

Bray thought about it, muttered to himself, and then exhaled.

Before Umkandal's attack arrived, the tip of the sword, which was originally touching the ground, lifted slightly.

"Ancient Sword School" "Sword Heart Clarity"

This isn't a deadly sword technique; it's more like a state of being.

Completely empty and clear, the entire world is reduced to just a single sword.

Then Bray leaped up and slashed out with his sword.

Along with Bray, the illusory shadow also moved.