A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Snap." With a snap of his fingers, countless ice dragons leaped into the air.

"Roar!!!!!!!!!" The inanimate object made of ice emitted a true dragon's roar.

Countless ice dragons lunged at the silver-haired creature, but the opponent shattered the powerful spell with a mere swing of his hammer.

The mere act of swinging the hammer rendered Eric's snap of the fingers futile.

Eric glanced at the approaching giant hammer, rainwater mixed with his blood flowing down his clothes.

"Clang—" A white, noble sword blocked the massive iron hammer, which was as large as a clock tower, and then made a long, resonant sound.

"It seems that the Braclas we've been waiting for won't be coming," the swordsman said with regret.

The rain was still falling, but the surrounding city ruins had unknowingly transformed into a different landscape.

"Show yourselves to the world, prosperous ideal country!"

A prosperous city, a blueprint for an ideal city.

The apocalyptic scene before that seemed like an illusion.

“Our ‘Sword Saint’ Emperor, if you had been a few seconds later, I would have been hammered to death.” Eric collapsed to the ground, having exhausted all his strength after running between life and death.

“I believe you wouldn’t have died even if I hadn’t come,” Carrasco said quietly.

"No, I'll die."

“When a commander needs to draw his sword to protect himself, it means he has already lost…right?” The emperor of the empire said slowly, then deflected the heavy hammer with his sword.

“Yes, we’ve already lost. Of course, you can choose not to draw your sword, but the fact is we’ve lost,” Eric said helplessly.

“Is that so…” Carrasco murmured.

While they were talking, the silver-colored creature was still attacking.

But every attack was deflected by Carrasco's sword.

Carrasco appeared completely at ease facing the demigod.

"A demigod without any concept? If you have no concept, then I am qualified to stand before you." Carrasco coldly glanced at the silver-ranked being.

Carrasco's mind was filled with a vast world, not just the city before him, but the size of an entire country.

In the world of his mind, Carrasco possessed the power of a nation.

“As the emperor of a country, you can’t rely on others for everything,” Carrasco said, bending over and preparing to unleash a powerful sword strike.

Neither Bray nor Eric can be relied upon for everything.

Everyone has limits; no one is invincible.

Even Bray is the same.

“Captain Alice, take our hero and leave this place,” Carrasco said, his back to Alice who had somehow approached.

"Lord Carrasco, may you have good luck in your battles," Alice said solemnly as she hoisted Eric onto her shoulders.

"Is my luck in battle good?" Carrasco gave a self-deprecating smile, then drew his sword.

"Six Forms of Flow" - Cloudless

With a single sword stroke, half of the head of the silver-colored iron hammer was severed from the sky.

"For now, I'll just be a 'Sword Saint' in name only," Carrasco muttered to himself. Carrasco had a very clear understanding of his own abilities.

He is by no means weak; this is not arrogance, but rather an affirmation of his own strength.

Of course, he had to admit that there were many beings in this world stronger than himself.

However, he is still not weak.

Having experienced the power of the Aragami in a special way, Carrasco naturally understood the vast chasm between humans and demigods.

Perhaps Bray doesn't understand this as deeply as Carrasco, after all, that guy himself hasn't experienced what the concept is like.

The concept is that insurmountable chasm; no matter how many lives the lower species takes, they cannot bridge this gap.

But once that chasm was erased, everything became possible.

Strength lies in the concept of near invincibility, but weakness also stems from the fact that their greatest power is concept itself.

This time, the lower-level species suffered a crushing defeat against the resurgence of the silver species.

Even though the inner city was preserved, it did not change the fact that the lower races had been defeated.

In fact, this whole series of events could hardly be considered a battle.

However, as an emperor, he needed to personally prove one thing—

Even lower species have their own dignity, and they also have the right to survive.

Carrasco understood that he was able to stand here thanks to the magic circle, so he was grateful to the people who created this "hope".

"Clang—" The silver-white longsword collided with the huge iron hammer as the wrist was suddenly flicked.

This is Carrasco's second strike.

The hammer in Bai Yinzhong's hand was shaved off once again.

"..." Carrasco's two sword strikes caused the knight-like silver-haired warrior to fall into a brief moment of contemplation.

"Who exactly are you..." the silver-haired creature asked in a deep voice.

He only knew that Umkandal had reminded his shamans, but the Black Iron race before him had no trace of a shaman.

Those who uphold the precepts possess a special "destiny" aura, which can be easily discerned by anyone familiar with silver.

However, Carrasco did not possess that aura; he was simply an ordinary Black Iron type.

But his own hammer was indeed smashed.

"Black Iron type doesn't need to announce its name in front of you—"

“Isn’t that so?” Carrasco leaped up and thrust his sword into the gap between the silver-haired helmet and breastplate.

This sword strike had no effect whatsoever; the silver-haired creature's body was even more sturdy than the iron hammer.

After the blade pierced through, it felt as dry and rough as if it had struck a rock.

Carrasco even experienced a slight numbness in the web of his hand due to the recoil.

"Whoosh—" The wind blew, and the silver-haired creature simply put down its heavy iron hammer and grabbed Carrasco with its bare hands.

Carrasco, suspended in mid-air, used magic to remain airborne, then man and sword bypassed the giant hand that reached straight for him.

"Royal Swordsmanship" - Three Forms

After dodging the attack, the sword is swung out the moment the opponent has an opening.

The power of the mental world was superimposed on the sword named "Vancarel," which struck the joints of the opponent with great force.

"Clang!" The blade landed at the joint, making a short sound first, then paused for a moment.

However, it was only a brief pause.

Carrasco's swordsmanship is no longer as good as Bray's; he can't find the Silver's weakness as easily as Bray can and then kill it with a single strike.

But Carrasco has things that Bray doesn't.

The power of the sword itself.

No matter how much a Black Iron type trains, their strength may eventually be inferior to that of a Bronze type, let alone the brute force of a Silver type.

But the power of Carrasco's sword at this moment absolutely surpasses the realm of all mortals.

This is the power of his mental world, a heavy burden carrying his ideals.

Carrasco considers himself to have a narrow vision and limited perspective because everything he does is for the country.

The Will Empire is probably only a small part of Kapras.

But he remains so "shortsighted".

He could only see the tragedy of his own country, and he could only hear the cries of his own people.

He wasn't concerned with the safety of the entire world, but only with the safety of his own country.

All he had to do was protect his country and everything in it.

Carrasco must use any means necessary and do everything in his power to accomplish these things.

The sins he carried could never be erased in his lifetime.

But... it doesn't matter anymore.

After he recovered from his split personality, he understood a lot and knew exactly what he needed to do.

It is precisely because his perspective is so narrow that he is qualified to possess this mental world.

All his efforts in life were aimed at turning the scenery in this mental world into reality.

"Crack—" A crack appeared on the silver-colored arm.

The momentary pause in "Van Carrel" seemed to be a preparation for the smooth arc that followed.

The sword sliced ​​through the silver-colored joints as easily as flowing water.

Arms harder than city walls were easily torn apart by "Vancarell" like paper.

".....!?" The silver-haired creature stared at Carrasco in shock.

From this black iron-type body, a power no weaker than that of other silver-type bodies erupted.

For a fleeting moment, He had the illusion that He was facing a formidable enemy.

No... This isn't an illusion; this Black Iron type is a formidable foe.

He took a few steps back, and the thought of retreating arose in his mind.

If this silver species had no concept of it, it would be no match for this black iron species.

They are far more terrifying than those creatures with wings, horns, or scales.

"Don't back down, Your Excellency, Demigod." Carrasco's sword dragged on the ground from mid-air.

The straight, line-like slash severed the silver-haired creature's arm in two.

“If I don’t kill you here, it won’t have any deterrent effect,” Carrasco said calmly, catching his breath.

He wasn't at ease, but he had to pretend to be very relaxed.

Carrasco could not show any weakness; at this moment, he could only be the "strongman."

Otherwise, the last inner city behind them would be destroyed.

The silver seed, which had originally planned to retreat outside the magic circle, stopped.

He was actually looked down upon, and by an inferior species at that...

“Inferior being…” He roared, advancing instead of retreating.

“That’s right,” Carrasco murmured, his fingers pressing against the blade as he exhaled a breath of stale air.

The mental world continues to expand outwards, even showing a tendency to extend into the central city.

The ruins were gradually transformed into complete streets.

"Dimensional Slash"

As Carrasco unleashed his sword strike, the azure cage completely surrounded the Silver Seed and Carrasco.

Countless blades flashed in this semi-circular space, seemingly intent on slicing everything in it except Carrasco into pieces.

The slashes followed one after another, repeating endlessly.

Until the armor of the silver-blooded creature in front of him was completely torn apart, until the flesh of the silver-blooded creature in front of him was completely destroyed.

The moment that silver seed fell was like a giant statue being toppled.

However, the Silver Seed, with its extremely tenacious life force, was still not killed even after being slashed all over by Carrasco's "Dimensional Slash".

After He fell to the ground, He raised His massive arm and slammed it down on Carrasco's position.

"Boom!" A single palm strike could shake the earth.

However, Carrasco neither dodged nor evaded, but simply used his sword to block the incoming gust of wind.

Carrasco's blond hair was blown around his neck, and his bangs framed his sharp, sword-like eyes.