A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Of course, the same applies to the Western Continent.

However, the emperor of the German Empire in the Western Continent made a rather crazy move: he cooperated with the angels.

This is something that Yun Du Kingdom did not do.

Fortunately, the Eastern Continent also has people of the same level as Wuming; otherwise, even with Betley's magic array, they wouldn't have survived. It's probably a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

A woman who did not originally belong to the Eastern Continent stood in the valley.

The valley's location is quite subtle; its entrance is precisely at the edge of a magic circle.

Then, not far behind, was a dilapidated city ruin.

Although the city was destroyed, people are still alive; there are still living people in this ruined place.

The woman, dressed in beige armor, had a huge knight's lance standing to her right and a tower shield to her left.

The female knight was followed by a large crowd.

This place has people from all walks of life, including some of high status.

But now everyone looks up to this female knight.

The "Great Enemy of God" was originally created to fight against the Bronze Age. Although the original founder had the idea of ​​fighting against the gods, it was just a fantasy in that era.

Even those who are considered "God's greatest enemy" never imagined that they would one day actually have to face God.

This organization was once a shining star, and then it faded into obscurity.

So, what form will "God's Great Enemy" take in Nisa's hands at this point?

Nisha, the knight princess, had never considered such a complicated matter.

The Central Continent can rest assured, the Western and Northern Continents also have people, so... that leaves only the Eastern Continent.

So Nisha came, bringing enough fighting power to the Eastern Continent.

"Lady Nisha, target spotted two kilometers away..." a scout reported to Nisha from a high vantage point.

The sound of the wind coming from the valley mingled with the sounds of the scouts.

"Hmm..." In fact, Nisha had already sensed the Silver Race approaching from afar.

Moreover, this wasn't the first wave; several Silver-tier beings had already crossed the city behind them.

Otherwise, a perfectly good city wouldn't have been reduced to ruins.

If the magic circle hadn't appeared at that exact moment, and if Nisha hadn't arrived in time, that place might not have been just ruins, but a living hell.

“It’s the fifth silver seed.” The scout swallowed hard.

Yes, since they saved the lives of the people in the ruins behind them, it means that they have successfully defeated several Silver-ranked individuals.

But what exactly happened? Despite defeating an opponent who should have been invincible, the "Great Enemy of God" not only lacked confidence but also grew increasingly fearful of the Silver Race.

Only after fighting did I truly understand what kind of beings those guys were.

Even though they have lost the concepts they were once proud of, they still possess world-destroying power.

In every battle, someone would tremble uncontrollably, unable to suppress the fear that penetrated directly to their soul.

In the battle against the Silver Race, some have already lost their lives.

Sure enough, more people will die next.

"Don't be afraid of the enemy in front of you!!!" Nisha shouted, slamming her lance heavily onto the ground with a dull thud.

Nisha's voice was beautiful, yet it also exuded an air of authority.

“If we are all afraid, how can we give others a sense of security?” Nisha stared into the distance, seemingly looking directly at the yet-to-arrive Silver Race.

“I will stand at the forefront, I will not fall, so there is no need to be afraid,” Nisha said emphatically.

“We will not perish in such a place; we will continue to fight these gods, for we are the ‘greatest enemy of the gods.’”

"From this day forward, we are the true 'enemies of God,' and you should proudly tell everyone that you have rebelled against the gods!"

"Everything we do is to protect all the Dark Iron race."

"We are the last line of defense for the Black Iron race, a shield that cannot be retreated!"

"A demigod who has lost his sense of reason is nothing more than a beast fallen to earth! Even if he can destroy the heavens and the earth, he is still just a beast!"

"We are mortals, but we have the right to challenge the gods!"

"I will stand at the forefront, I will be the first to swing my weapon! I will not fall!" Nisha raised her arm, and a white horse galloped in.

She picked up the heavy gun and shield, then mounted the white horse.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed on the ground, and ahead lay the gradually clearer outline of the Silver Seed.

Nisha's gaze didn't even leave the silver-haired creature; it remained fixed on its eyes, and she didn't look away.

She wasn't moving fast, not because she couldn't go faster, but simply so that those behind her could catch up.

Hurry up and catch up. Everyone's strength is essential. This world cannot be protected by one person alone.

This was something Mr. Bray had taught her.

After seeing Nisa charging forward, the members of "God's Great Enemy" followed her.

That fleeting moment of hesitation in my mind was completely discarded.

The fear in my heart was dispelled by Nisha's fearless attitude.

As the footsteps behind her grew louder, Nisha couldn't help but smile.

“Nissa Brando, leader of the ‘Great Enemy of God’! Reporting for duty!!!” Nissa shouted from her horse towards the empty space ahead.

The moment the silver-colored creature came into complete view, the white horse transformed into a shooting star and hurtled towards it.

Nisha's eyes were devoid of any distracting thoughts, as pure as a flame.

She witnessed Bray's battles against the higher species time and time again, and watched from behind time and time again.

Then, even though it was with the help of someone else's magic circle, He finally had the opportunity to see the scenery that Bray had seen countless times before.

Ah... not beautiful at all, the scenery cannot be described as beautiful at all.

It was nothing like what I had imagined, and not something to be excited about.

What a tragedy, what a heroic act, that it makes one unwilling to flaunt so-called "power."

Fighting against an existence that is an entire dimension higher than oneself can only be described as a "struggle".

Not long ago, she had seen that view several times.

Now, she is about to witness it again.

How many times has Mr. Bray seen this kind of thing?

"Get through here!!!! [Imperial Gang]!" With Nisha's shout, another battle between mortals and demigods broke out on the Eastern Continent.

This is a battle with an uncertain outcome, but everyone is hoping for victory.

Although everyone knows how luxurious the word "victory" is at this time.

But Nisha, who wasn't exceptionally powerful, still wanted to realize this extravagant dream. The entire city of Kapras was imbued with a sense of grandeur.

The ugliness and greatness of human nature were both fully displayed at this moment.

However, if I were to remember certain people, I would definitely prefer to remember those lovely individuals, rather than their ugly faces during the apocalypse.

On every continent, there are people who are doing their utmost to uphold the dignity of the Dark Iron race.

Defeat has become the settled matter.

Even so, they did not want to suffer a "crushing defeat".

The combined will of countless individuals could surely compile a chronicle.

Jonathan thinks so too.

Wow, I have to say, this apocalyptic scenery is absolutely amazing.

My brain was trembling, and before I knew it, I was already dancing.

Jonathan walked through one of the areas set up by Betley, his mask showing an expression of being moved to tears.

He was clearly a member of the "Alliance of the Gods," and one of the culprits, yet he strolled leisurely inside the magic circle.

"As expected of the second-in-command, everyone's been tricked." Jonathan said with an admiring tone.

"Give everyone a 'chance'? That's a great idea."

If Jonathan only pursues becoming stronger, wanting to be strong enough to protect everything by himself, he would look down on Beatley.

After all, such an idea is truly arrogant and presumptuous.

It's as naive as someone wanting to destroy the world.

It's as if if you become stronger, others can't become stronger too.

Who exactly decided that only you can level up and others can't? One level 100 can't beat two level 99s.

You say you're level 300? Able to defeat all level 99s?

Then why can't others be allowed to reach level 299? A level 299 player plus a level 100 player can still beat you, the strongest player.

The idea that being the strongest means being invincible is simply a fantasy to satisfy human desires.

Jonathan surveyed the people weeping and burying their faces in their hands amidst the ruins, and touched the chin of his mask.

It felt like something was missing, but Jonathan couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

It wasn't just the city that was shattered, but also the hope in people's hearts.

Everyone is in despair, and they turn a blind eye to the countless people who are fighting.

They are so immersed in their own sorrow that they cannot extricate themselves, and even forget what they are supposed to do next.

This won't do; it's too decadent.

“Oh dear, sir, why don’t you consider fighting back against those damned monsters?” Jonathan said in a lighthearted tone to a man who was wailing while holding his daughter’s corpse.

He even patted someone on the shoulder.

"Resist!? Resist what!!! My daughter is dead! She's dead!!!" the man roared illogically.

Was he so heartbroken that his thoughts became muddled? That makes sense; what connection does resistance have to his daughter's death? This person's mind is completely confused.

Yes, but it's okay.

Thinking this, Jonathan began to shake his head and sway his body.

"Get out of here!! What's wrong with you! Are you happy to see someone die!?!" Jonathan, with his gait and grinning face, seemed so out of place and eerily strange amidst everyone's grief.

Jonathan jerked his stomach in, dodging the man's slapping hand to avoid getting his tuxedo dirty.

He had gotten into a few fights with some guys before, and his clothes were filthy. These are new ones, and they absolutely can't get any dirtier.

"Okay, okay, I'll jump a little away." Jonathan hopped to create some distance between himself and the irritable man.

“But, sir, you said you’re happy to see others die, and I don’t quite agree with that.” He held up one finger and placed it in front of the man, speaking solemnly.

“One of my good friends just committed suicide not long ago! Oh my god, he actually committed suicide!” Jonathan said, speaking incredulously to himself.

"There are so many interesting things in this world, yet he committed suicide."

"I'm so angry, I can't be happy at all, so your statement that I'm happy to see others die is fundamentally wrong."

"..." The man's expression was twisted, because he didn't know whether to be angry or sad.

After observing the man's expression for a while, Jonathan suddenly felt bored and left, turning his cane around.

This is one of the few magic circles in Kapras that can suppress concepts.

Each magic circle can be considered a sanctuary.

If something happens to the shelter, everyone inside will probably die instantly.

Outside, there's a pack of Silver Seedlings, as fierce as wolves and tigers.

The Black Iron race's resistance enraged most of the Silver race, who would probably crush anyone who dared to leave the magic circle.

Not to mention what they would do after the magic array was destroyed.

"Hmm... it just exploded here with a bang?"