A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

It's easy to understand if you think about it. How could a normally constructed human being possibly fight like a madman in a state where their body is broken and battered inside and out?

Once the mental world ended, Bray stepped directly into the gates of hell.

Time is running out for Bray; if it drags on any longer, it will be too late to turn the tide.

It was only then that Nicol Bolas truly realized that no matter how powerful Bray was, he was essentially still an ordinary Dark Iron.

There are too many potentially fatal points to count.

Nicol Bolas struggled to pick up the Bray from the ground, rose up, and took to the air once more.

He used his concept to build a passage leading directly to the location of "Spring Wolf Favarona".

Nicol Bolas plunged into the passage, and after a bumpy journey, traversing two-dimensional worlds, he arrived in the opposite world of the northern continent, the "Snow Garden".

"Cough cough..." Nicol Bolas slid a considerable distance across the muddy ground in a disheveled manner.

Finally, it slid right up to Favarona's claws.

"What are you doing now?" Favarona's wolf face had a very strange expression.

“Save him.” Nicol Bolas said with a wry smile, loosening his grip and setting Bray down.

"Is it this human again..." Favarona's feelings were extremely complicated.

"Let's save him first, or he'll be dead," Nicol Bolas advised.

“This is such a hassle…” Favarona said reluctantly, then used her concept on Bray.

Generally speaking, healing a normal black iron species like Bray is an easy task.

But soon, Favarona in her giant wolf form frowned in a human-like manner.

Things don't seem to be as simple as He thought.

"What's wrong with this guy? Is there something unseen influencing my senses?"

“It should be Ummkandar,” Nicol Bolas explained irritably, not expecting Ummkandar to resort to such underhanded tactics against Bray at the last minute.

That guy is being way too cautious. Does he really want to completely kill Bray?

Even after beating the opponent to the point of near death, they still used the power of "cause and effect" to erase the outcome that Bray would be healed.

If it weren't for the Silver Seed, there would be absolutely no way to cure Bray.

“Ummkandar has completely erased the fact that he could be cured,” Nicholas said.

"Umkandar's power is 'Causality'."

"Tsk." Spring Wolf made a sound of dissatisfaction.

"So what do we do now?" Nicol Bolas wasn't good at healing anything on his own.

In terms of restoration, Favarona, who has mastered the "original" essence, is the expert.

Favarona glanced at the dragon she knew very well.

After a few words from Nicol Bolas, Favarona basically understood what was going on.

"Nothing much, first let's not get entangled with His concept, let's just make sure this guy 'doesn't die'." Favarona rubbed her face with her wolf paw and said nonchalantly.

In the blink of an eye, Favarona had completed all the actions.

There are no complicated rituals; everything is accomplished in the blink of an eye.

Bray's condition was repeatedly reset to the state he was in before he died.

This way, although Bray won't wake up, Favarona will have enough time to remove the effects of "cause and effect".

After all, Silver-ranked beings can weaken each other's concepts with their own, and Umkandal himself isn't here, so this can be done with time.

“In that case… our allies are completely out of the game in this ‘war’,” Nicol Bolas said with regret.

“Nicholsonath, don’t blame me for speaking out of turn.”

“This is a matter for the lower species; you don’t need to get too involved.” Favarona naturally knew what was happening in Kapras.

However, He is a neutral Silver Race and has no interest in either side.

Favarona patted Nicol Bolas's head and then healed his wounds.

“Favarona, this is not the time to be indifferent.” Nicholas sighed as he looked at Bray, whose breathing was rapid but whose life was in danger.

“You’ve already done too much. If you go any further, Umkandal might lead a group to attack you.” Favarona walked gracefully under the huge tree, lay down, and closed her eyes.

“The ‘Alliance of the Gods’ has already attacked me once, and you’ve done the same thing, haven’t you?” Nicholas, whose wounds had been healed, transformed into human form and sat on Favarona’s furry back.

“…” This time, Favarona did not speak.

"However, you are not wrong either, I can no longer interfere."

“This time I’ve completely offended the ‘Lord of the Demigods,’ and things will be tough from now on.” Nicol Bolas swung his toes and lay down comfortably.

"You anticipated this outcome before you did this, didn't you?"

“Of course, I have given this matter considerable thought,” said Nicholas.

Nicol Bolas spread out his small palm, and countless screens of light popped out from his hand.

The above shows the situation around the world.

The scenes depicted today can be summed up in one word: "tragic".

"If the Black Iron race holds out, I'll sneak into their territory and live there."

“If you can’t hold on, you’ll just have to stay here with me,” Nicol Bolas said to himself, arms crossed.

"Get out," Favarona uttered coldly. The bells of the capital continued to toll.

That was the sound of a bell warning the entire city of danger.

However, even without that resounding bell, people now know what happened.

Bray fell, and the two swords fell with him.

No one could continue to wield their sword and kill the Silver Seed.

More than half of the silver seeds are still in a distant place, slowly making their way here.

However, there were also some irritable Silver-type individuals who arrived in the Iron-type city early on.

A bustling city, a vast city that proves the existence of a civilization, is like a sandcastle on the seashore, which collapses completely with a gentle push from the surging waves.

"Help me... hurry..." After staggering and falling to the ground, a person desperately stretched out his hand, hoping someone could help him.

However, there was no one.

But this is not the biggest reason that plunged him into despair.

If someone runs away and is ignored, he might resent them.

But when he looked up, he found that there was no one around him; he was the last person there.

Despair welled up inside me.

What kind of mess is this? What kind of disaster is this?!

In his powerless rage, his consciousness was instantly consumed, and he lost his last breath.

"Huff—" Heavy breathing was exhaled onto the man's corpse.

A four-legged silver creature didn't even glance at the person before simply stepping over him.

The buildings along the way were flattened like toys, and huge shadows enveloped everything on the street.

They want to completely destroy the Dark Iron Empire, but how exactly do they do that?

I'm not sure, but for most silver-grade items, just keep destroying them.

People are like grass, trampled on at will.

Fighting the Silver race? People had this idea at first, but it was quickly dismissed.

The battle was over before it even began.

The moment a person gets close to the silver seed, they are easily manipulated by concepts.

Death is a simple end, but there are endings far more terrifying than death.

"Tsk, a bunch of invincible guys." Eric stood on a high point, gazing at the demigods in the distance, and clicked his tongue in extreme dissatisfaction.

Without fully understanding the terror of the Silver Seeds, many soldiers and knights lost their lives in vain.

However, Eric quickly began to try to reduce the loss of key combat forces.

Although these soldiers and knights were no match for the nearly invincible demigod, Eric had no intention of giving them away for free.

Everyone knew that Eric had an ambiguous relationship with the Silver Race invasion, and they harbored some resentment towards him.

Without Carrasco's direct appointment, Eric would never have been able to take command.

Many people now resent Eric, and this situation is intensifying as the city is gradually destroyed.

I hate Eric for not making all those damned demigods disappear, and I hate Eric for not saving a single one of them now.

"Colonel, you said you're invincible, so stop complaining." Alice stood upright beside Eric, watching the rampaging silver species together.

Her and Eric's positions look cool, but they are actually incredibly dangerous.

One could be instantly killed by a Silver Being without warning, because no one knows how wide the range of a Silver Being's abilities can be.

It might be futile to hide inside the house.

However, the two still stood in this place, simply because it offered the best view and allowed them to see the situation of the entire city most clearly.

Of course, Alice didn't care at all about vision.

She just didn't want Colonel Eric to die for no reason.

Because of past experiences, Alice was completely uneasy about Eric.

Wasn't Alice afraid of death? Yes, she definitely was.

However, she knew even better that if Colonel Eric couldn't come up with a solution now, staying in the city was practically the same as a slow death.

In that case, it's better to go outside and see scenery that you definitely wouldn't see every day.

If Colonel Eric weren't currently in a position where he needed to think at full speed, Alice might have thought going to the ice cream parlor for a drink would be a good idea.

The premise is that the store is open.

Anyone who can open a shop under these circumstances must be no ordinary person.

"Colonel, those things called the Silver Seeds have completely razed the outer city," Alice said to Eric, squinting.

She only recently learned about the term "silver seed".

"I saw it. It was completely flattened. I don't even believe there could be any living people there."

"The city is shrinking little by little... What is this? Do you think it's ice in summer that can melt and shrink?" Eric complained bitterly, venting his frustration.

"Even if you criticize so harshly, the other party won't stop, Colonel."

"They didn't even bother to look at us," Alice added.

“It’s alright. Ants don’t attract attention, but mosquitoes do.” Eric’s eyes were sharper than ever.

He talks endless nonsense, but all he thinks about are useful things.

"We should be thankful that none of these guys are smart."

“Otherwise, they would be dancing on the ruins of the palace by now,” Eric muttered, stroking his chin.

A direct attack was completely ineffective; the Silver Seeds were like blocks of iron, and their combat power was like toothpicks.

Water dripping on a stone? Don't be ridiculous, real water dripping on a stone takes a very long time.

Do you really think a few hundred drops of water are enough?

The only thing we can do is lure the other party.

The silver-level creatures currently in the capital don't seem to be very shrewd; they're easily lured away and then linger in a small area for an extremely long time.

However, even temptation comes at a price.

The life or death of the Black Iron type is entirely in the hands of the Silver type.

If it happens to be within their range of power, then there is only one path left: instant death.