A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Unfortunately, the Silver type has a fairly wide range of abilities.

Seduction also needs to start from a great distance, and one must not forget the importance of distance.

Even the slightest carelessness can lead to death.

Then, even if you pay attention to the small details, you'll still die if the other party takes the initiative to close the distance.

Either way, we're going to die.

The person Eric assigned to this task will definitely hate Eric.

He was naturally prepared for this curse.

I'm going to get criticized anyway, so I don't care if a few more people do.

"Colonel, you'll be executed for speaking about where Lord Carrasco lives."

"Who cares? Nobody cares about my trash talk right now," Eric waved his hand casually.

"It's dragged on long enough... How's it going on your end, you blind man?" he muttered to himself after saying that.

However, no one expected Bray to fall, nor did they anticipate that he would fall. Bray's fall triggered a series of domino effects.

The outer city of the imperial capital is the best evidence.

The outer city was as if it had been removed from part of the capital, leaving hardly any remains.

How exactly does one have to destroy something to achieve a result that's like deleting a section?

Father Thun didn't understand either, and it wasn't his place to think about such things at this moment.

The monsters' clutches have already reached the central city.

"Hurry up, all of you!" Sister Lizbern urged the children.

"She twisted her ankle!" a childish voice shouted.

A girl accidentally sprained her ankle.

Father Thun silently picked up the girl.

"Hurry up...time is running out," the priest said softly.

The arrival of the demigods was more sudden than anyone had imagined.

Even the priests, who had anticipated it, were shocked by this attack that came without warning.

It wasn't exactly an attack; it was more like a massacre.

"Who else hasn't come out yet?" Sister Lizbern hurriedly counted the number of people, not wanting to miss anyone.

She counted again carefully, then let out a long sigh of relief.

“Father, we are all in the same boat. Let’s hurry to the inner city.” After making sure that no one had been left behind, she quickly said to the priest.

"Let's go..." The priest stopped abruptly just as he was about to speak.

The loud noise drowned out the priest's voice.

Countless boulders fell from the sky, and a large portion of them were heading straight for the church.

Through the transparent skylight, the giant rock can be seen to grow larger and larger within view.

Most of the children were frozen in place, terrified.

What is this... a meteor shower?

Unfortunately, this wasn't a meteor shower, but rather a game that some Silver-ranked player started on a whim.

It's not much different from a child playing in the mud, except that the destructive nature is completely different.

"Bang!" The glass shattered.

"Bang!!!" The wooden roof was torn open.

But not everyone was caught off guard.

Sister Lizbern embraced all the children around her and rushed to the side as fast as she could.

Father Thun smashed a falling stone with a single punch.

Then he punched again, smashing another piece.

But soon, Father Thun's expression suddenly turned very grim.

He turned around, but it was too late.

This abhorrent attack did not come from just one direction.

"BOOM!!!!" A cement block from another building, like a cannonball, pierced through the wall of the small chapel behind the priest.

The priest sprang into action, rushing to Sister Lizbern and the children as quickly as he could.

He endured all the impacts with his body, never retreating a single step.

"Splash—" The rain of rocks, which sounded like the bombardment of warships, gradually stopped.

The noise subsided, and Father Thun's clothes were covered in cement dust.

The wooden piece with nails stuck to it tore his clothes, leaving red marks on his body.

The statue of "Gadell the Lamp" was crushed, and the well-maintained chapel was reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye.

Sister Lizbern raised her head; her forehead was bleeding profusely from a blow by rubble.

Despite the priest's protection, she was still injured while trying to protect more children.

Blood flowed to the corner of her eye, but she was still unaware of it.

After confirming that the priest was safe and sound, Sister Lizbern looked down at the child beside her.

"Is everyone alright?" That was her first question.

“Blood… Sister, so much blood…” A girl came sobbing with tears in her eyes.

Several children even burst into tears.

“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.” Sister Lizbern initially thought the children were saying she was bleeding, and then they thought the priest was bleeding.

But she was wrong.

“No, there’s so much blood there… Little Moro… ​​and Little Hippo, Little Maya… and…” The girl choked up, stammering out one name after another.

"..." Sister Lizbern looked in the direction of the bloodstains, her expression finally freezing.

She felt very cold.

I thought I had saved the children's smiles, but they've completely vanished.

Her pupils were trembling, and she felt a little suffocated.

"Father! Quick...quickly save them!!!! They're not dead yet, hurry!" Sister Lizbern grabbed the priest's robe and cried out in a hoarse voice.

She told the priest that there were still living children under that huge rock that was seamlessly connected to the ground.

She told the priest that the body that was no longer breathing could still be saved.

Sister Lizbern believed that beneath the cross-like grave, there was still life... and children who could still laugh and play.

"Hurry, Father, if we don't hurry, they will..."

At that moment, Sister Lizbern couldn't even hear the cries of the children around her.

She could only vaguely hear her own breathing and her own faint heartbeat.

“…” Father Thun looked at Sister Lizbern.

A priest can bring someone back from the brink of death, but he... cannot resurrect a child who has already died on the spot.

He wanted to save those children more than anyone else, but he couldn't.

So close yet so far, but I can no longer touch those children's tiny hands.

Why couldn't his shoulders be broader? Why did he only know healing magic but not magic to protect others?

His pupils lost all their light.

Every child is important; he can pronounce every child's name and knows every child's personality inside and out.

He had high hopes for each child, hoping that one day they would be able to leave the church and become independent.

Moro had taken meticulous care of him while he was in a coma.

Hippo was the most mischievous, but he was more proactive than anyone else in protecting the other children.

Maya chattered on and on about all sorts of questions, and despite her pockmarked face, she smiled as beautifully as an angel.

However, these children lying in pools of blood have lost their future and the chance to have color.

The priest could do nothing about it; he could only watch it all happen.

Just like the teachings of "Gadell the Lamp," this deity has never granted salvation.

They have never given any gift to believers.

Even divine magic couldn't save others.

"I'm sorry." The priest's voice was a little hoarse.

He didn't cry or shed tears, but his voice sounded hoarse.

Sister Lizbern, hearing the priest's unfamiliar tone, raised her tear-streaked face and stared blankly at him.

The priest's figure was more forlorn than usual, like the setting sun.

"I cannot bring them back to life." The priest wasn't saying heal them or save them... but rather that he couldn't bring them back to life.

This word has already revealed the cruel truth to Sister Lizbern.

“Father…they did nothing wrong…” Sister Lizbern, who usually seemed the toughest, was now crying so hard her voice was hoarse.

"Why them... They were so young... They hadn't seen enough of life." Sister Lizbern kept wiping away her tears with her wrist.

Her tear ducts seemed to have gone out of control, and tears kept flowing out.

Those children... are dead.

Sister Lizbern loved these children, loved these orphans.

At this moment, her heart ached as if it were about to break, and the whole world seemed shrouded in a thick layer of gray.

Why? Why should disaster befall them?

It's not for any particular reason, it's just that I had really bad luck.

In the eyes of these silver species, the iron species are just a group of ants, and it is not their concern if a few of them accidentally drown while playing in the water.

Even now, the Silver Seed feels that his task is nothing more than destroying a sandcastle.

This time, far too many people died.

Looking at the entire capital, these children only account for a small fraction of the dead.

"If only we could walk a little faster..."

"If only we were a little luckier..."

Sister Lizbern curled up on the ground, crying her heart out like the other children.

The church was smashed open, and the light from the sky fell directly on the priest.

The falling light was not warm at all; in fact, it carried a slight chill.

Father Thun clutched the ring hanging on his chest, tilted his head slightly, looked at the monster that could be seen in the distance, and listened to the layers upon layers of ancient language.

A demigod is someone who can destroy another's territory without even getting close.

“I know, I know everything.” Father Thun lowered his head, no longer looking up at the demigods.

Actually, he didn't know; he knew nothing.

Even though he understood that many, many more people would die in misfortune, just like those children.

But he still couldn't help thinking about it—

Yes, why them? Why are we the ones being hurt, instead of such vulnerable children?

In just a few seconds, before anyone could even react, the church was smashed through.