A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

With a flick of her right hand, Dorothea held the spear, and the sharp horn on the forehead of the Silver Race who had spoken tauntingly was severed by the spear blade.

Her steps were light as a dance, but the spear in her hand was as fierce as a dragon.

"You half-finished product, how dare you...!!" The silver-haired creature, its horn severed by the spear blade, roared.

Dorothea had a tolerance for concepts, but that was all.

She cannot prevent any Silver species from using their own concepts.

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Dorothea said coldly, knowing full well the current situation.

So what?

"I will reclaim this land beneath your feet sooner or later." She glanced at the silver-ranked beings, exuding an arrogance no less than that of any of the demigods before her.

Whether they are gods or not, to her they are all the same—enemies who trample on this snowy land.

Outside the magic circle, the sky changed, responding to the anger of the silver species.

The remaining silver-level individuals looked at each other, but did not make a move.

There's no need to swallow your pride and join the fight against this little guy.

This artificial elf is unworthy—

However, while that's what they thought, the reality was not as they imagined.

The battle was simpler than they had imagined, so simple it was outrageous.

Those who are unworthy to stand on the same snowfield as Dorothea are these so-called demigods.

"Clang—" Dorothea's spear flew out of her hand and pierced the head of the silver-blooded man who had been spouting nonsense like a meteor.

Of course, this attack didn't kill the guy; instead, it made him even angrier.

This creature has three legs and looks like a dog, but it is covered in fur and scales, and its exterior is blue and white.

His appearance was elegant, completely contrary to his language.

He pulled the spear that had pierced his skull with his claws, roared in pain, and at the same time swung his other claw forward.

These claws can tear everything, literally everything.

The surrounding scenery was like a canvas, and as His claws resumed their distortion, it wasn't just the surface that was torn apart.

As a result, all sorts of rules were broken into a complete mess.

Dorothy sensed the subtle changes in the physical laws acting upon her, and without a word, she pulled a giant halberd from the void.

It is not the kind of halberd you usually see, but a halberd designed from the beginning with an emphasis on "ornamentation".

Despite its seemingly powerful and imposing design, it is extremely impractical.

This is a weapon that is too heavy and difficult to handle, and is generally used more for ceremonial purposes than for combat.

But at this moment, Dorothy was wielding the weapon like a toy.

The remnants of concepts attached to the giant halberd drove away the silver-type power and swept heavily towards the opponent's only supporting leg.

With a bloody sound, the leg was severed in one blow.

Using the momentum, Dorothy changed from a horizontal sweep to a vertical chop.

With a bloody "sizzle," the giant halberd became deeply embedded in his body.

Dorothea decisively released the weapon that the world considered precious, and then drew another long weapon—

"dross."

The words had barely left his lips when the creature trampling the snow in front of him was completely "shattered," vanishing from the world. The air grew still.

The other demigods didn't even have time to make a move before the people around them were wiped out.

That was a complete physical annihilation, without using any special methods.

Dorothy threw away the weapon that had killed the demigod and brushed her hair, which was now disheveled from the movement.

"You can all come at me together."

"It saves me time and my weapons," Dorothy said.

To these Silver races, Dorothy was nothing more than a inferior product mixed with Silver race blood.

Yet this defective product killed a demigod in the blink of an eye.

She killed a real silver-level creature, not some kind of monster.

The silver ones moved, and then Dorothy saw them move too.

They finally let go of the pointless pride that the Silver race had when facing lower races.

Indeed, for most living beings, life is the preferred choice over dignity.

Of course, there are also some people who value dignity more than life.

And among the people she knows, there seem to be quite a few like that.

"Let's see who the real monster is." Dorothy's heavenly voice echoed through the snow-covered landscape.

No, to everyone living in the Kingdom of Baiting, she is not a monster.

She made Bai Ting Kingdom strong, she made Bai Ting Kingdom prosperous.

Dorothy is the true queen of this snowy land, its sole ruler and protector.

She is the true "goddess" of the White Court Kingdom and the "goddess" of Snowwind Fortress.

As long as she stands on the snow, the people of the North will not lose hope.

She is such a pillar of support.

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"BOOM!!!!" A huge sound suddenly rang out.

However, the sound did not come from the distant northern continent.

The sound came from the Western Continent.

On the edge of a city ruin, deafening sounds continued to echo.

That was the deafening roar of the Silver Seeds wreaking havoc.

There are no people who uphold the precepts in the Western Continent, but in this world, it is not only those who uphold the precepts who can sustain hope.

Bertley's final move allowed certain people to step forward.

"Gurgle—gurgle—" A panda, hugging a bamboo pole, lay on its side at the edge of a magic circle, drinking bamboo juice.

It was just bamboo juice, but he drank it like it was wine, and his face was slightly tipsy.

This panda is wearing a large robe with an empty right sleeve, and upon closer inspection, you'll find that it only has one leg.

This panda is named Wuming, Wu meaning nothingness and Ming meaning name.

Let's just say he's a master-level old panda.

"The people of the Western Continent really dare to think big, actually cooperating with a bunch of birdmen." Wuming wiped the bamboo juice from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

The “Great Enemy of God” and the “Bronze Race”, two irreconcilable beings, are linked together by the Emperor of the Japanese Empire.

Whether it was out of trust in the powerful figures of the Central and Northern Continents, Nisa, the leader of the "Great Enemy of Gods," focused her attention entirely on the Eastern and Western Continents.

Especially in the Western Continent, the Black Iron race's organization even cooperated with the Bronze race.

Of course, it is true that the Central Continent and the Northern Continent are supported by sufficiently powerful people.

Without sufficient support, the entire Black Iron race would have been wiped out long ago on both the Eastern and Western continents.

To be honest, Wuming had known about the "Great Enemy of God" for a long time, but he always felt that they hadn't done anything.

In his youth, "The Great Enemy of God" accomplished quite a few things, but in his old age, he heard nothing from "The Great Enemy of God" anymore.

After so many years, is there finally some big news? And quite big at that.

The nameless panda is quite old and has seen a lot.

However, knowing that "the enemy of the gods" was showing signs of improvement still brought me a strange sense of relief.

It's like seeing a bright child who becomes a failure halfway through, but then strives to improve again in the end.

"But I still don't like those birdmen." Wuming muttered. He was not only dissatisfied, but he had also personally wiped out a group of birdmen a few years ago.

"Boom!!!"

Boom!!!

"It's so noisy! I want to get some rest," Wuming said, extremely irritated.

"If you're going to come, hurry up and get here. How long do you want me to wait?" He became angrier and angrier, and even had the urge to get up.

"Master Wuming, you forgot your prosthetic foot." A silver-haired girl with brown skin ran over, carrying the prosthetic foot she was talking about.

This girl might actually become a very talented dancer.

That said, although it's called a prosthetic foot, the thing in the girl's arms looks more like a bamboo stick and a wooden plate.

"Aichika, go back quickly, go back quickly." Wuming raised an eyebrow when he saw one of the girls and hurriedly said.

"I've said it countless times, I don't need prosthetic feet."

"I can run and jump even without this thing." Wuming was very disgusted with this so-called prosthetic foot.

He's been without hands and feet for a long time, he's gotten used to it.

"No, Master Wuming, this will be very inconvenient for you," the girl named Aiqika insisted.

The nameless master was always very stubborn; even though it would be much more convenient, he always refused to wear a prosthetic leg.

"Thump!!!!!" Another muffled sound that could shatter eardrums.

This time, the sound was very, very close.

"Aichika, go, go back. I'll wear the prosthetic foot." The nameless man's furry ears twitched, urging Aichika to leave.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Echika left behind the prosthetic foot and obediently departed.

"What a troublesome young man." The nameless master sighed and casually put on his prosthetic foot, which made a "bang bang" sound when he stomped on the ground.

"You've finally arrived." Wuming glanced sideways to the left.

A giant had already arrived at the edge of the magic circle.

"You lot, you've trampled my waterfall and destroyed my bamboo hut. You'll have to pay for it with your lives!" the panda declared violently.

A silver variety with no concept of what it is? Nameless was now genuinely overjoyed.

To say why-

That's because this elderly panda was finally able to accomplish what it had never been able to do before it died of old age.

The petals danced in the wind.

"Bloom, my bamboo grove!"

The panda stands on a lamppost that hasn't fallen over, surrounded by a dense bamboo forest.

When bamboo blooms, its beauty is dazzling, yet it carries a touch of melancholy.

From this moment on, there are no ruins, no desolate places, only lush green bamboo in sight.

The nameless man gulped down the bamboo juice in the bamboo tube in his hand, then casually tossed the tube toward the giant.

One strike, and the armor shatters.

The bamboo alone caused cracks to appear in the giant's hard armor.

"Tsk, I thought it would break." He pouted in dissatisfaction.

The rest of the Western Continent is guarded by "the great enemy of the gods" or birdmen, so it will not collapse completely.

Here, one panda is enough.

One person and one bamboo are enough.

On the Eastern Continent lies a nation far larger than the Will Empire.

Ironically, such a powerful nation lacks figures like those who uphold the precepts.