A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Completely identical, synchronized to an unbelievable degree.

The swords of the man and the shadow merged completely.

The combined power of the two swords tore through the sky, leaving the streaks of light from their strikes etched into the heavens.

Umkandal's hand, which wielded violent power, was instantly covered with cracks, like a stone pillar being squeezed and split open.

"Breclas, I underestimated you!!!"

After the arm was destroyed, the uncontrollable power suddenly erupted.

The blinding light covered everything.

“But it’s such a pity.” Umkandar’s muffled voice rang out in the bright light.

The thick arm crumbled inch by inch, turning into dust.

However, the impact that Bray will have to endure will be no less than that of Umkandal.

The gale tried to tear Bray apart, and the piercing sound threatened to rupture his eardrums.

"Thump—" A short, sharp sound ended the battle.

As the light dimmed, Umkandar, his armor shattered, clutched the severed part of his arm and looked down at the distant Bray.

Bray lay on the ground, his dark blue shadow completely vanished.

He stared blankly at the gloomy sky, the fortress behind him now a complete ruin.

Dawn did not arrive.

Difficulty breathing, consciousness fading.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

I struggled to raise my hand, but couldn't grasp the non-existent sunlight.

Even with their inexplicable outburst at the end, they still lost to Umkandal.

Am I going to die...?

“I will end you with my own hands. You are a worthy being, even if you are only a Dark Iron race,” Umkandal murmured.

But just as Umkandal was about to personally end the life of this dying man, an unexpected figure appeared.

A long, drawn-out dragon roar suddenly rang out.

A long, golden dragon emerged from the void, grabbed two swords from the ground, and then carried the half-dead Bray in its mouth.

“Umkandar, I’m going to take this man with me.” Nicol Bolas stared solemnly at Umkandar. Umkandar’s enormous figure gradually shrank, transforming into a humanoid form.

This posture makes Umkandar look less disheveled than when he is in his true form.

After all, in human form, Umkandar did not appear to have lost an arm.

“Nicholas…” Umkandal looked at Nicholas in front of him with a complicated expression.

Nicol Bolas didn't just happen to arrive; he chose the perfect moment to appear.

Just as Umkandar had imagined, Nicol Bolas had been keeping an eye on the area.

If Umkandal were still at his peak, Nicol Bolas wouldn't have shown himself at all.

He was waiting for an opportunity to intervene.

Otherwise, let alone saving Bray, they wouldn't even be able to save themselves.

Before Him stood Umkandal, the "Lord of the Demigods".

Even though Umkandal is in extremely poor condition, Nicol Bolas still doesn't think he can defeat him.

The idea of ​​defeating Umkandar is simply too extravagant.

“…” Nicol Bolas did not respond to Umkandal. He turned his head and left without looking back.

Before leaving, he made sure to store all of Bray's weapons into his spatial storage, including the broadsword that had shattered on the ground.

What a joke! His initial statement was merely a distraction for Umkandar.

Just as Nicol Bolas was about to pass through the virtual space passage he had created, Umkandal raised his hand.

Even though Umkandar in his human form was countless times smaller than Nicholas, he completely overwhelmed Nicholas, the dragon, in terms of presence.

There was no sound or visual interference.

But when Nicholas came to his senses, He was still in the same place.

"Don't even think about taking this person who observes the precepts with you."

“You’ve done far too many things that go against the interests of the Silver Race,” Umkandal said, staring at Nicol Bolas’s retreating figure.

“I see, so that’s your concept.” Nicol Bolas’s dragon eyes glanced at Umkandar.

Upon facing Umkandal, Nicol Bolas instantly understood the nature of his opponent's abilities.

The ability to "cause and effect" is truly a headache.

Just now, Nicol Bolas thought the byte set was about to leave, but in the end it was still lingering in the same place, which is the influence of the Umm Kandar concept.

"All enemies who knew my concept have vanished from the world," Umm Kandar said.

“That’s terrifying,” Nicol Bolas said helplessly.

Judging from the murderous intent emanating from Umkandal, the other party was not exaggerating.

“Umkandar, you can’t kill me in your current state,” Nicol Bolas said to Umkandar.

"Would you like to give it a try?" Umkandar, in his human form, raised his head and said slowly.

“…” Nicol Bolas felt a chill run down his spine in that instant.

“Ummkandar, what you are doing now is disrupting the balance.”

“If this continues, the gods will descend,” Nicholas said earnestly.

“As long as I am here, this will not happen,” Umkandal replied without backing down.

In Nicholas's view, Ummkandar's actions would increase the risk of the gods descending.

But for Umm Kandar, this was the only way to gain freedom.

Moreover, the descent of the gods is only a matter of chance, and the chance is extremely low; Umkandal continues to downplay this possibility.

"As a Silver-tier being, are you content to remain confined to one place?"

“Of course I don’t want to, but I’d rather stay in my cave than deal with this mess.” Nicol Bolas sighed.

“Regardless, as my ally, I must take him with me.” His tone was equally firm, and his attitude was no less firm than Umkandal’s.

Equally tough, with no room for retreat.

Bray is one of the shamans and an essential part of maintaining the balance of the Kapras.

One of the five people who upheld the precepts died, and the delicate balance was broken.

Whether it will eventually lead to complete imbalance remains to be seen and will require further efforts.

“Nicholsonath, I will only say it once more—” Umkandal clenched his fist and slammed it hard into the air beside him.

The air, like the ground, developed cracks.

This scene looked like an earthquake had occurred on a wall where nothing could be seen.

"BOOM!!!" Even the sound was like Umkandal's punch had slammed into something.

The vibrations in the air spread all the way to Nicol Bolas, creating a gash in His abdomen.

"...!?" The sudden, sharp pain made Nicol Bolas retreat without a second thought.

But just like before, Nicol Bolas could only remain motionless in place.

The process and outcome of achieving the goal were ruthlessly cut out by Umm Kandar.

“Give me that Black Iron Seed,” Umkandal said.

That gloomy look in his eyes was practically telling Nicol Bolas that if he didn't hand over Bray, he would die here.

“This is a terrible situation. I hate things being so complicated.” Nicol Bolas’s eyes kept darting around, as if he was thinking about something.

Concepts can cancel each other out, and their effects can be greatly reduced.

However, Nicol Bolas did not expect that Umkandal's abilities, even when weakened, would still be this powerful.

This guy is definitely cheating. Even his ally's double insurance couldn't lock down his concept. It's unrealistic to rely on his own concept to counteract it.

"If you cooperate, I will spare your life because you are also a Silver Race." Umkandal was clearly shorter than Nicol Bolas, yet he gave the illusion that he was the one looking down on the dragon.

"Perhaps because I am also a Silver Race..." Nicol Bolas muttered to himself.

The fate of the Black Iron race is of no importance to Nicol Bolas.

Therefore, Nicolaes actually valued his own life more.

Therefore...He chose...

“I refuse,” Nicol Bolas said softly, narrowing his eyes.

Because He values ​​His own life, He must maintain the fragile balance of Capra.

He wouldn't gamble on the extremely small probability that it wouldn't happen.

“That’s a pity. You were originally a rare sage among the Silver Race.” Umkandal shook his head and grasped a “thread” beside him that could not be observed by any means.

He tore the thread effortlessly, and then Nicol Bolas's figure crumbled like sand.

However, this scene did not bring Umm Kandar much joy.

“I’ve been tricked…” Umkandal muttered, releasing his grip.

Nicol Bolas may not be strong in direct combat, but he is indeed very shrewd in other aspects.

Umm Kandar had just grasped the causal thread leading to death, but it was a high-quality imitation by Nicol Bolas.

The last words of Nicolaes still echoed in His ears.

"Even after being restricted, your abilities still need to be targeted, Umkandal."

"They can even manufacture something like this... That's unexpected."

"It seems I underestimated Nicol Bolas."

As expected of a dragon who managed to outmaneuver most of the "Alliance of Gods" members all by himself.

In his haste to kill Nicol Bolas, he failed to completely sever the "result" of Nicol Bolas's successful escape.

However, Umm Kandar also left something behind at the end.

So things won't be as easy as Nicolaes imagines.

“I’m injured…it’s been a long time.” Umkandal took a deep breath and then walked away from the ravaged land.

That figure, which looked like a normal person's back, appeared larger and larger from a distance.

Eventually, the shadow completely enveloped everything behind it, and even the sky failed to clear.

---

"This time I've really messed up." After deceiving Umkandar with the illusion he created, Nicol Bolas flew a great distance away.

However, halfway there, He fell helplessly to the ground, His enormous body sweeping away the ruins of the house.

He looked weakly at the huge wound on his abdomen.

The wound covered a full fifth of his slender body.

He accidentally loosened his grip, and Bray immediately fell to the ground.

Nicolas glanced at the breathless Bray and took a deep breath.

After ruining so many games for Bray, he's finally getting his comeuppance this time.

This is the first time in so many years that it has hurt so much.

Umkandal's direct hit was anything but pleasant.

Although He was seriously injured, He was not going to die, but Bray was different.

In the battle between Bray and Umkandar, he was only able to stay alive by relying on his mental world.