A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The palm strike missed completely, and went far off course.

The attack was off-target from the start; this guy was so weak that he couldn't even control his strength properly. Otherwise, this attack would have made Carrasco look rather pathetic.

He followed the back of Bai Yinzhong's hand to the other's broad back.

The longsword pierced into the armor, and magic erupted from the tip, piercing directly through the core of the silver-colored creature.

There was no loud sound, no dazzling special effects, but this sword strike completely ended the life of the silver-ranked creature.

After the battle, the surroundings were eerily quiet, so quiet that it was almost unbearable to breathe.

Carrasco stood atop the silver-blooded corpse, sword in hand, gazing beyond the magic circle and ice wall.

The mental world remains unchanged, seemingly warning these observing silver seeds.

The vast mental world not only shocked mortals, but also made these demigods ponder.

The Silver race knows about the mental world, but they ultimately don't come into contact with much of it.

This mental world is so vast that they are somewhat afraid.

This kind of emotion shouldn't exist in the mind of a Silver Seed.

However, without a concept, the emotion of "fear" quietly grows.

The reason is simple: death was before them.

In reality, if all these silver-tier monsters rushed in together, Carrasco would ultimately only be left with bitter regret.

No matter how powerful Carrasco was, he was no match for so many monsters.

These are monsters that don't need any concept; their innate physical abilities alone are enough to crush most lower-level monsters.

The lower species here include the bronze species.

Strength, speed, physique, and everything else completely made up for their lack of skill.

Unless one possesses truly extraordinary skills, one is still a weak ant when facing them, who are of lower species.

But the prerequisite is that they are willing to attack together.

No one is willing to step into this dangerous magic array now, even if they are only one step away from devouring this Black Iron Empire, they dare not.

One of them had already died, and they did not want to follow in his footsteps.

If they joined forces, they could easily destroy the last stronghold of the Will Empire, but who knows, one of them might die here.

Nobody wants to be the unlucky one.

Carrasco waited, motionless, maintaining the grand mental world.

It's as if this great city will exist forever, even if we stand here until the end of time.

The silver-blooded individuals looked at each other, then retreated and left in unison.

The small magic array in front of them was like a hornet's nest, and they could indeed remove it.

However, there's no guarantee you won't get bitten to death by some wasp.

From ants to mosquitoes, and from mosquitoes to wasps, the transformation is truly dramatic.

"We are the weak, but we possess the dignity of the weak—"

“We will survive, we will survive by any means necessary—” Carrasco roared, staring at the retreating Silver Race.

The sound echoed through the ruins and mental landscape outside the magic circle, reaching the ears of the silver-type beings.

They didn't understand what Carrasco meant or what significance his words had.

But... every single word was so powerful and resounding, as if it were proclaiming something.

Did these Black Iron races win? No, they were utterly defeated.

The number of their deaths was countless, and they gained nothing from the Silver Seeds.

Why is the Black Iron creature in front of us still able to roar? What's with that arrogant attitude?

Carrasco's figure, like a road sign, made it seem as if the victor was their Iron race, not the Silver race.

Incomprehensible...or perhaps stupid and arrogant?

These silver species still do not understand, for Carrasco—

As long as someone still thinks about taking a step towards the light, then the Black Iron variety has not truly been declared a failure.

One person can pull the Black Iron Seed forward a little...

People will keep appearing, and one day they will be able to reach their destination.

Filled with confusion and doubt, the silver-seeking creatures departed, leaving behind this desolate imperial capital.

The Black Iron species in the Middle Continent were almost extinct, so it wouldn't matter if only a few embers remained.

These sparks, no matter what, could never evolve into a raging fire.

Because lower-level species don't even have the right to step out of this magic circle.

Live your life to the fullest within this magic circle, confined like livestock.

Then they brought about their own destruction.

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Carrasco lowered his eyelids after sensing that the Silver Seed had completely left the capital.

His consciousness was a little hazy... This wasn't a consequence of the battle.

"..." Carrasco felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood welled up in his mouth.

He covered his mouth, but blood continued to flow from his nostrils.

"Cough cough..." He knelt down on one knee, and then the magnificent city shattered with a deafening roar.

That beautiful scene vanished into nothingness as he knelt on one knee.

The magnificent country vanished, replaced by a completely destroyed city.

The past prosperity seems like a joke now.

It took countless efforts to restore the vitality of the long-suffering capital.

But just now, this newly prosperous city was trampled on at will by the Silver Clan.

“Buzz—” “Van Carrera” vibrated, seemingly worried about Carrasco’s health.

“It’s alright…it’s just that I’ve been maintaining this mental world for too long,” Carrasco said softly, licking the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Carrasco's body was trembling and groaning; if he were to fight another Silver Saint, he would likely die.

"Is it over...? No...? Perhaps it's just the beginning," he murmured.

If his country disappears, does his status as emperor still have any meaning?

Suddenly, he had a sense of unreality, as if all his efforts before this disaster had been in vain.

Because ultimately, all cities, whether corrupt or prosperous, will perish.

Good people, bad people, everyone will be slaughtered by the Silver Seeds.

Carrasco clenched his fists with difficulty and took a deep breath.

No, it still has meaning; nothing that once existed was meaningless.

Even without the empire, even without the emperor, he would still struggle to ensure everyone could survive.

“First… let’s restore order.” Carrasco slung “Van Carrel” around his waist and then staggered back.

The black iron variety has only overcome the initial difficulties.

Just as the Silver Seed had thought, the biggest challenge for the Iron Seed was—how to avoid self-destruction. No one could guarantee that the area within the magic array would be completely safe.

However, this is the only way people can think now.

If it weren't for this, people might not even be able to have the most basic sense of security.

Everything in mainland China is already set in stone.

Not only in the central continent, but the entire landscape of Capra is about to be set.

All areas except for the 124 magic arrays were destroyed.

The fate of those outside the magic circle is also uncertain.

If a magic circle can accommodate several thousand people, then by a rough calculation... the population of the Kapras low-level race doesn't even exceed one million.

Is that a lot...? You know, Kapras originally had a population of over a billion.

How could the population have declined so drastically? It seems quite unbelievable now.

However, if one witnessed human lives being cut down like grass, perhaps one could understand.

Dorothea also witnessed countless people die before her eyes.

She wore the empress's robes, held a spear taller than a person in one hand, and looked up at that group of scoundrels.

"Look what you've done, you monsters!" Dorothea shouted at the row of silver-blooded creatures in front of her, standing at the edge of the magic circle.

Dorothea was all alone, standing there by herself, facing countless silver creatures.

Despite the thin edges of the magic array, this row of silver-colored creatures did not make any rash moves.

Even after being shouted at by Dorothea, he did not step into the magic circle in a fit of anger.

The corpses of several Silver Beings behind Dorothea were a horrifying sight.

Dorothea was all alone, simply because she herself had driven everyone away.

Ordinary people would be of no use against them. The one in front of them was not the demon that invaded the Northern Continent, but a far more terrifying demigod. A single blow would be fatal.

Let alone helping, it's difficult to avoid dying or making things worse.

The number of deaths in the Northern Continent this time is far greater than when the demons invaded.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood... using this phrase to describe the tragic state of the various countries in the Northern Continent is not an exaggeration at all.

If she were of the Bronze type, she could protect the entire White Court Kingdom and even support the entire Northern Continent.

Unfortunately, they are not such lowly beings.

Dorothea could only defend the land behind her called Snowwind Fortress.

The fact that she, as an empress, was unable to provide assistance to other places that had suffered disasters fueled her anger.

If you enjoy something, you should also bear the corresponding responsibility.

And at this moment, she failed in her duty.

Dorothea stepped out of the "safe" magic circle and let out a breath.

The world of the mind unfolds, and a fierce wind blows.

Her magnificent robes, symbolizing her status as empress, were replaced by a suit of sleek light armor.

"Idiot...so arrogant...to the extreme." A Silver-ranked being uttered a mocking voice.

They saw it, they saw this arrogant woman step out of the magic circle.

Once they leave this greenhouse, even this artificial monster with mixed Silver bloodlines is nothing special.

Having tolerance for concepts does not mean that she can use them.

Dorothea is neither a lower nor a higher species; she is an abnormal product of the boundary between the two.

It's also a kind of waste that's neither good enough for high-end nor good enough for low-end applications.

Those who lack understanding are merely mortals; the difference between gods and humans is that simple.

A whole row of silver-colored plants exuded their malice.

"One, two, three, four..." Dorothea paid no attention to their mockery and silently counted.

She was counting how many silver varieties there were.

Although they look spectacular lined up together, they are actually just four individual objects.

Dorothea reached out her left hand into the empty void and pulled out a battle flag.

She slammed the battle flag into the snow, and a chill burst forth from the flag, sweeping across the entire snowfield.