A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

They probably didn't know that Nia had long forgotten about the three dragons.

As for what happens next for Bray, Nick doesn't need to worry about it; he'll take care of everything for Bray.

The rest was entirely up to Bray to handle.

Those two swords were much more powerful than Little Nick's destructive spells.

Little Nick had already set the destination for Bray. After Bray made his request, he first scanned the demigods within a radius of tens of kilometers and then locked onto the target.

Even demigods have their own territories, and it's rare for several silver-level beings to emerge in a small area.

However, art exchange events are an exception.

Fortunately, the second Silver Seed of the Art Exchange had long since died out, leaving only Camilleland nearby.

Little Nick easily identified Him as the target and bound a teleportation point to Him.

Yes, it's bound to Camilleland.

Why bind it to Camilleland? The answer to this question is simple—

Of course, this is to make it easier to lay mines.

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“…” Bray’s body appeared on the other side of the magic circle.

After being teleported through the magic circle, he felt nauseous.

This is worse than being rolled in a drum for a minute... no, being rolled in a drum for a minute is actually quite uncomfortable.

It's fair to say they're evenly matched...

So, although he admired abilities like teleportation, he really couldn't stand being teleported himself.

What kind of symptoms are these? Is he experiencing motion sickness?

As Bray pondered this, the silvery-white magic circle quietly dissipated, as if it had never existed at all.

However, Bray was prepared to fall directly after landing from the magic circle, but he found himself stepping on something hard.

It felt like a shelf.

His right eye moved downwards, and he realized exactly what he had stepped on.

The almighty Nick is still Nick; he actually threw himself onto Camilleland's back.

This is really quite convenient.

"..." Bray didn't say anything, but silently swung his sword.

The broadsword followed the trajectory of the arm's swing and slammed down heavily.

Camilleland initially noticed something extra behind her, but before she could react, she was struck hard.

Struck by a sword, the skin on its back was torn open, revealing part of Camilleland's original structure.

“It’s you…” After being slashed by a sword, Camilleland finally realized who had fallen behind him.

But His voice abruptly stopped.

The answer He received was another sword, which ruthlessly sliced ​​off His wing-like appendages.

Camilleland instantly lost her balance and began to fall.

But as he fell, he forcibly turned around and threw the unconscious Elaine in his arms in a certain direction.

Although He used this trick for the third time, it still worked every time.

Because Bray would definitely chase after her, otherwise the girl would fall from the sky and die. Using the "air jump," Bray lunged at Elaine, who was beginning to fall.

One magic circle after another shattered, and he continued to approach Elaine's position.

At the critical moment, he freed his left hand and grabbed Elaine's collar.

At this point, the mine was about five or six meters above the ground.

At the same time, a huge muffled sound came from below.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" Camille Lant fell haphazardly onto the gray-black ground.

The black soil covered his entire body.

"Aa ...

The scream seemed to pierce Bray's eardrums, knocking him unconscious.

The sharp sound even woke Elaine, who had been unconscious for a long time.

"My ears hurt so much..." Elaine woke up with a sharp pain in her eardrums.

Then she saw the uncle hugging her, and below her, a crazed alien monster.

"Why are you holding me like this?!" Camille Lant finally snapped.

He clearly didn't want to fight Bray; he just wanted to break away.

But why is this guy chasing me like a mad dog?

Does he really think he's guaranteed to win against himself? Is there such a thing as an invincible battle in this world?

The enraged Camilleland completely tore through that outer layer.

The "clothes" were torn apart by His own hands.

Normally, He would never do this, because each piece of clothing is a work of art that He has carefully crafted, and He simply cannot bear to part with it.

But now He cannot suppress His anger.

What exactly did He do? Was He not merciful enough? Did He harm these inferior beings so severely?

No! As a Silver Being, He is already merciful enough, and "peace-loving" enough.

It should be understood that He was not facing an existence equal to Himself, but rather an existence far inferior to Himself.

There are countless Silver-ranked beings far more wicked than Him, so why is it that this sword is slashing at Himself?

He was not convinced; he simply could not accept the other party's motives for pestering him.

Is it because He killed fewer than three digits of the lower race that He killed? What about the Silver race that burned tens of thousands of people in one go?

"What are you after?! Tell me now!!!!" Camilleland's shout shattered the magic circle beneath Bray's feet.

This was something Bray hadn't anticipated either.

If he were alone, he wouldn't be hurt if he fell from that height.

But the problem is that he was holding a girl.

"Ah!" Elaine cried out instinctively.

"Don't be afraid!" Bray said, then shielded Elaine as much as he could and threw her inside.

"Thump." Not long after the muffled sound, Bray scrambled to his feet from the gray-black mud and pushed the still-shaken Elaine behind him.

In trying to protect Elaine, Bray himself was unable to absorb the enormous impact well and suffered some injuries.

"Lord Bray..."

“…” Bray glanced at Elaine. It was unrealistic to fight while holding a teenage girl.

It's not a matter of weight, but rather that it severely affects my movements.

This is completely different from holding a girl like Nia who is only a few years old.

But before Bray could figure out what to do, Camilleland roared angrily and unleashed a huge blast of air.

"Answer me! How many people have I killed that you're hunting me down like this!"

"I don't want to fight!! I hate fighting! Why are you forcing me!" The strong wind whipped up by Camilleland blew Elaine, who had lost her footing, a great distance away.

The small pebbles on the ground instantly plunged the girl into a state of continuous bleeding.

"That's fine..." Bray murmured as he watched Elaine being blown away, having blocked the blast with his broadsword.

Elaine looked terrible, but in Bray's eyes, this was just the right way to fly out of the battlefield between him and Camilleland.

If Elaine hadn't been blown that far away, she probably would have been killed by the residual force of Camilleland's attack.

However, Elaine was injured by a large number of stones, and she would bleed to death if this continued.

As always, can't battles drag on for too long? It seems like that's the case most of the time in my battles.

A thrilling battle? A fierce fight that lasts three hundred rounds? These are rarely associated with Bray.

"Speak up!! You inferior species! Speak up!!! Humans!"

"Tell me your reasons for biting me like a mad dog! Tell me where I haven't been merciful enough to you inferior beings!"

“…” Bray stared at Camilleland, who was rambling incoherently and stretching out her body, and fell silent for a moment.

After breaking free from its outer skin, Camilleland's true form was fully exposed to Bray's eyes.

It is impossible to discern any resemblance to any creature in its outline, and there may not even be any resemblance to a living being on its body.

In the center are countless grid-like pieces, which are the elements that make up Camilleland's entire body.

The head resembles an outstretched moth wing, but the rest of the body has no fixed shape whatsoever.

His whole body was constantly unfolding and folding; it couldn't be described as "twisted," but it was far from normal either.

Each part is made of a substance that is as colorful as flesh and as textured as leather.

They don't know which part of them is considered an organ, and they don't understand where the sound comes from.

But the sharp voice that echoed in my ears proved that He had indeed spoken.

"From your perspective, you may not have done anything wrong."

"It's like people eating cattle and sheep, or making specimens of animals; people feel they've done nothing wrong."

“However, from my perspective, what you said is actually quite funny.” Bray held his broadsword in front of him and his longsword behind him.

Just by changing your perspective, some things that seem perfectly reasonable suddenly become hilarious.

Just like what Camilleland is saying now.

It's like someone wearing a fox fur coat asking a fox what they did wrong, saying they only killed a fox.

That's really funny.

But there was no smile on Bray's face, not even a hint of expression, and his words just now were completely flat.

"What's there to laugh about?!" Camille Lant disagreed with Bray's words and continued her rage.

“I don’t know, anyway, I’m not small myself.” Bray said, taking a step forward.

With a single step, his body traversed dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, arriving in front of Camilleland.

"I flow" "Foolish step"

With two sweeping sword strikes, almost a quarter of Camilleland's flaky body was torn apart in the next second.

Yes, there's nothing particularly wrong with the Silver Seed; it's just that the person themselves became the small animal they once kept.

It's just that people don't want to be in that role anymore, so they're rebelling.

The sword was being swung, and behind the blade was Lei's unmoving right eye.

There was not a trace of confusion in his eyes, and his sword-wielding movements were as firm as could be.

However, even in the midst of his battle with his half-body, he was still pondering some questions.

What exactly is the goal? What have I been doing for the past two years? And what is he doing now?

He had no answers to any of these questions, and he hoped that others could provide them.

He... hasn't left the safe zone for a very, very long time.

His hometown must have been lost in the flames of war, probably leaving only ruins.

An exciting adventure...? No.

There is no enemy worth fighting to the death for.

Before he knew it, Bray had become part of the daily life in this wasteland, a life that was both fragmented and incredibly important.

But he was unwilling to give up all of this to become some kind of universally revered savior... nor could he be.