A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The wild boar was still reeling from the fact that it had been severely injured by the priest.

No wonder, He swept through the city with ease, making it look as fragile as a toy. How could He have imagined that He would be so easily smashed by a tiny human?

"..." The priest didn't say anything, but sighed.

The fact that his attack could enrage the Silver-ranked creature so much proves that it was effective.

However, the opponent remained lively and energetic, which also proved that my attack was not powerful enough.

But he went all out in that attack, even breaking his own bones in the process.

A demigod without a concept can theoretically be understood as an over-the-top monster.

From this perspective, the priest's fighting ability is not particularly strong.

But no matter what, at this moment, he is the only one who can stay here.

Behind it lies all hope; if that hope is destroyed, the entire Kapras will fall into deep despair once again.

Father Thun had no way out, but in these kinds of situations there is no way out, and saying more only adds to the lament.

"Bang!!" The silver-boar-like creature shattered the ground as it charged towards Father Thun with all its might.

As He charged forward, the ground was corroded in His wake.

The priest glanced at the house behind him, then went to meet the monster, using his hands to block it from being many times larger than himself.

He was not good with weapons, so the only thing he could use was his hands.

"Bang!!!!!" The moment the two vehicles made contact, a dull thud was heard as the two railcars collided.

The disease emanating from the wild boar continued to erode the priest's body.

The priest could clearly feel his body decaying, and he feared that if he did nothing, he would lose his life in less than fifteen minutes.

As expected, the Silver Race, being a demigod, was still not an enemy that could be easily defeated, even though it had lost its concept.

However... he has plenty of patience.

"Ding—" The huge pendulum struck the bronze bell.

A half-collapsed church stood behind the priest.

The bells rang out from the small church.

"Ring the bells, mournful church."

The scenery in my mental world is exactly the same as the priest's church. Yes, it's so similar that it's heartbreaking.

This little church in the heart of the world was once so beautiful.

The streets around the church were so quiet.

At this moment, the entire mental world was filled with a sense of desolation.

The cold light shone through the church, illuminating the priest's robes and his sharply defined face.

His mental image is the projection of that church; his world is there.

Once upon a time, the call of the mental world should have been "Ring the bells, earthly church," and should not have contained any words that evoked sadness.

“You call yourself a god, yet you act like a beast?” Father Thun questioned.

His decaying body was recovering at a visible speed.

In order to protect their physical bodies, people have always limited their physical strength.

However, when there is no need to protect his own body, the priest can use this power to protect other things.

He flung the wild boar aside with incredible strength and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Boom—" That was the sound of a fist hitting flesh.

"Crack—" That was the sound of the priest and the silver-haired man's bones breaking.

The silver-haired man was stunned by the uppercut.

"If I could use concepts... a guy like that..."

He was frustrated, complaining, and also fearful.

It seems that He made a very wrong choice from the very beginning.

This choice does not mean that He should not step into this concept-eliminating magic circle.

Moreover, He should not enter a place guarded by a person who has taken vows.

"Once you lose your sense of purpose, are your attack methods limited to just a few simple patterns?" the priest murmured.

This wild boar shares a common problem with most silver-skinned species: its "skill" is too low.

Without a concept, His attacks become monotonous.

"In that case, you're just like me."

“That’s wonderful,” the priest said.

As long as there's no concept that can instantly kill him... then he can hold this place.

Until the moment he died.

He has enough patience and endurance to wear down the Silver Seeds or drive them out of the magic circle.

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Father Thun sat once again in front of Betley's house, quietly reading a book.

The sound of turning pages was the only sound that could break the silence.

Father Thun's priest's robes were tattered, revealing his scarred body beneath.

Since the bloodstains on his body had dried completely, there was no need to worry about the blood staining the pages of the book.

Not far from him lay a silver-colored creature lying on the ground, showing no signs of life.

This is the first one, but it won't be the last.

As long as that heart is still beating, Father Thun must prepare to face the Silver Seed.

Of course, he had already made preparations, and he could accept whatever the outcome might be.

The endless supply of silver might bring him down, and his efforts to protect him might be in vain.

Even if it's a futile struggle, he will still try to save as many people as possible.

He would try anything, no matter how hard he tried. The sudden appearance of the enormous magic circle startled many people.

Most people in the capital dared not approach the circular formation that covered a large area of ​​ground during a fight; no one wanted to risk their life.

After all, it looks like a trap.

Eric naturally saw the huge circular array as well, and he happened to be at the edge of it.

"Colonel, what is this?" Alice asked expressionlessly, showing no sign of curiosity whatsoever.

Looking at Alice's expression, Eric had no desire to answer.

"Don't ask me, it wasn't me who did it." Eric stood up and examined the patterns of the magic circle for a few seconds.

I don't understand it. This magic circle is far too complex. Eric's magic skills are far beyond comprehension.

"I thought you knew everything."

“Why do you think I know everything?” Eric rolled his eyes.

"However..." He hesitated, then turned on the communication device.

Despite not knowing the purpose of the magic circle, Eric made a very bold decision.

Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively ordered everyone to move into the magic circle.

This is not a request, it is a command.

Naturally, some people questioned Eric about what this magic circle actually was.

Eric only replied with one sentence: "This is what will save your lives."

"Why do you think this is something that can save our lives?" Alice asked, puzzled.

Alice wasn't stupid, but like most people, she was skeptical of the magic circle.

If this is a trap set by those so-called "silver seeds," wouldn't people who go in be walking right into a snare?

But she believed Eric's decision; she just found it a little hard to understand.

"I don't know if this is something that can save our lives," Eric said casually, squinting at the silver-haired creature some distance away from the magic circle.

Alice was speechless for a moment, then continued to look at Eric with disdain.

Is he lying? Is he lying to everyone?

"Captain Alice, the air is so hot."

“No, I feel cold all over,” Alice retorted ruthlessly.

"You're really showing no mercy. I'm your boss." Eric said casually, while keeping a close eye on the movements of the silver-ranked creatures.

There are not many individuals of the Silver species, so it is not difficult for Eric to observe their overall movements.

“That’s definitely not a trap, nor was it something those silver-type creatures concocted.” Eric made a piece of ice on the spot, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it a few times.

"Because it makes no sense."

"Captain, when you want to stomp on a swarm of ants, would you still plan to set a trap?"

“Colonel, I don’t have the perverse pleasure of stepping on ants.” Alice, as always, showed no mercy.

“It’s a metaphor.” Eric paused, then choked on Alice’s words.

"I don't know who made this."

"He could be a good person, or he could be someone who wants to take the opportunity to retaliate against society."

“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone appeared who wanted to see everyone die together,” Eric said.

Alice fell silent this time.

"This is still gambling, only it's not gambling against the clown, but against people's hearts."

"Captain, someone has to make the decision."

“Especially when the whole group is in a state of panic,” Eric said.

Eric has been observing the Silver Seeds' attitude ever since the magic circle appeared.

He discovered that although the silver-type creatures didn't seem to have much fear of the magic circle, they didn't seem too willing to step into it.

Several silver-tier individuals reached the edge of the magic circle, but they all observed and did not rashly enter.

It seems that although these silver species are not particularly intelligent, they are indeed intelligent beings.

It resembles both humans and wild animals.

However, although the silver-level beings did not enter, the pace of the slaughter was accelerating.

They didn't seem to want people to enter that magic circle.

They were just playing around before, but now they're getting serious.

Eric looked ahead, then turned to look behind him.

His position was very delicate; if he moved forward a little, he would be outside the magic circle, and not far behind him was the boundary between the central city and the inner city.

The first person the Silver Seed will see when it enters might be itself.

"Thump—" Just then, the tremor traveled from the building all the way to Eric's feet.

Ultimately, there will still be silver-level beings who try to break into this magic circle.

Eric saw a silver-level being slowly approaching, while many others hadn't even had time to enter the magic circle yet.

Blood kept splattering in Eric's field of vision.

Eric felt that a road stained with blood was even luckier than a clean one.

At least he'll die like a normal person.

Eric saw more than just a person who was turned into an insect while still alive, and more than just a person who turned into a pool of black water.