A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Before he could even find a trace of the information, his imagination was already running wild.

It's true that most people daydream.

There's nothing good about being a hero.

“Generally speaking, heroes are all tragic figures. I’ve never heard of a hero who hasn’t suffered any misfortunes.” Bray ruthlessly shattered Rector’s illusions.

"You'd better be more down-to-earth."

“…” Rector fell silent, clearly not wanting to settle down.

If he had the same mindset as Bray, he wouldn't be so unwilling to be a worker.

Just as Rekdo was about to say something, countless feathers fell around him.

Those are feathers stained with dust. If they weren't dusty, they would be as white as snow.

Then came the sound of wings flapping.

It's like stepping into a square full of white doves, and hearing the sound of them taking flight at the same time.

“It seems you’ve chosen the right direction,” Bray said to Rickdo.

“…” Bray’s tone was relaxed, but Rector couldn’t laugh.

Angels... those are beings countless times more powerful than the Black Iron race.

Bray said the direction was right because there were countless angels in front of him.

“The more angels a place has, the more important it is,” Brabant said calmly, drawing his sword.

Were those angels who appeared before Bray and Rector?

If you only look at those wings, then maybe so.

But these so-called angels in front of me are by no means handsome.

Their appearance was just as emaciated as the corpses they had encountered before. If Bray hadn't sensed the presence of living people emanating from them, he would have thought they were dead.

However, their wings were stained with dust, and centipedes burst from their bodies.

The corpse of the Black Iron race that died earlier was only parasitized by a giant centipede, while the angel in front of him was parasitized by several slightly smaller centipedes.

However, they did not look as disgusting as the parasitized corpses, because the centipedes wrapped around the angels' arms and other parts of their bodies like armor.

If they were to wriggle and wiggle their heads, it would indeed be quite chilling.

They were still wearing noble pure white and light gold armor. If it weren't for the centipedes that were wrapped around their bodies, they would probably seem incredibly sacred—but that's a lie.

The reason why angels are so holy is not only because of their temperament, but also mainly because of their appearance.

Their appearance was even more outstanding than that of the famously beautiful elves among the Dark Iron race.

At this point, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them mummies, let alone whether they were beautiful or not.

"Are these angels?" Rector was shocked and frantically searched for a place to hide.

The Black Iron race has a basic understanding of angels, demons, and even sea creatures.

However, while they may know about them, very few people have actually had any contact with them.

People only know that they exist, but they don't know what kind of people they are.

In Rector's mind, angels should be beautiful and sacred.

Birds that can stand on rooftops above themselves have absolutely nothing to do with these two words.

Are you kidding me? If this is considered an angel, then what are the princesses of the empire? Goddesses?

“At least until they’re drained.” Bray shrugged.

"Now, this is what we should call the work of people like you," he said with a sigh, as he observed the parasitized angels.

It wasn't an illusion; these angels are still alive.

The life force that Bray sensed did not only originate from the parasites within the angels, but also from the angels themselves.

However, these guys' eyes darted around aimlessly, giving them a rather dim-witted look.

All the parasitized angels simply surrounded Bray and Rector, without attacking them immediately.

Clearly, its aggression was much weaker than that of the previous corpses.

But simply observing quietly is not Bray's style.

So he decisively took both of his swords in his hands and took a few steps forward.

In the first few steps, the parasitized angel still did not react.

However, when Bray had walked about ten meters—

The flapping of wings produced a sound, and it rang out once again.

Just like the whistling of wings that the angels made when they surrounded Bray and Rector.

This time it was just clearer, and the sound source was closer.

A golden barrier unfolded, and thirteen divine pillars stood on the ground, marking out a small area of ​​about one hundred square meters.

Bray and Rector, who was hiding, were both trapped inside.

This barrier was clearly designed to imprison the two angels in front of them.

Bray and Rector are already trapped with nowhere left to retreat.

“Aha.” But Bray wasn’t nervous; instead, he exclaimed, “Just as I thought.”

"He can use divine magic; he really is a living angel." He picked up the two swords and muttered to himself.

"However, whether he is mentally sound or not is debatable."

The next moment, golden spears rained down from outside the barrier.

The next moment, the spears were completely shattered.

Sword dance, spear shattering—the process was so simple it left Rector breathless.

To give an analogy, it's as awe-inspiring as thousands of troops falling off a cliff at the same time.

Why such a strange metaphor? Because Rector couldn't think of any other way to use a metaphor.

"Mr. Bu-Bray?" But after Rector recovered from his shock, he was shocked to find that Bu-Bray had disappeared from the spot.

In that instant, Rector was so terrified that goosebumps rose all over his body.

He didn't dare to shout to vent his fear.

"Swoosh—" It wasn't until the sound of the blade tearing through the enemy's figure above that Rector realized where Bray had gone.

While the worker was clutching his head in terror, the surrounding barriers shattered like glass, leaving only the statues and pillars standing on the ground.

He looked up and saw a scene that made him tremble involuntarily.

In mid-air, Bray slashed an angel in two with a black sword, then kicked the slain angel and instantly appeared before the second enemy.

Then, he executed the victim with a single sword stroke.

Aside from initially using "one-shot," Bray then purely relied on technique to keep himself suspended in the air.

No magic is needed; these flying angels are the best stepping stones.

"Aa ...

This scream, comparable to a witch's wail, was uttered from the mouth of an angel.

And so, amidst screams, a rain of feathers fell from the sky.

This is a battle that will leave you breathless just by watching it.

However, Rector still wanted Bray to get down on the ground as soon as possible... He felt too insecure on his own.

He was genuinely afraid that the angel beside him might casually slap him and get rid of him.

Please, Mr. Bray, come back soon. His little heart just can't take it.

"Thump." A completely motionless angel corpse fell from the sky and landed directly in front of Rector.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" This time, Rector couldn't hold back any longer and screamed in agony.

I'm going to die here, before I can even change my lowly status.

I'm shouting so loudly, I'm sure I'll attract the attention of those angels.

I'm doomed, I'm doomed.

Rector lay on the ground, his vanity unfulfilled, yet he perished in the underground city—how tragic!

But after a long time, there was still no movement around.

He finally mustered up the courage to look around.

Those so-called angels, once they fell to the ground, were as good as dead.

No, it seems they really are all dead.

He began to look at the dead angel with curiosity, and even tried to reach out and touch it.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—" In that instant, a centipede crawled out of the angel's corpse.

“Ah…” Rector cried out instinctively.

However, before the centipede could get close to Rector, it was pinned to the ground by a sword on its head.

“One was missing,” Bray said casually, glancing at Rector.

"You'd better not get parasitized."

“I don’t want to be parasitized either,” Rickdo said in a trembling voice. “Mr. Bray, are those things really angels?” Rickdo asked, his body shaking.

The angels he had just been parasitized were so different from the angels he had imagined that he couldn't accept it for a while.

“That’s how it was,” Bray said.

"However, it seems that the bugs on his body have damaged his brain."

The group of parasitized angels in Brayzan retained their combat skills very well, and even knew how to use divine magic.

It's much stronger than a corpse completely controlled by parasites.

Therefore, Bray felt that the state of these angels after being parasitized was different from that of lower species after being parasitized.

One is that under the parasitic influence of a centipede, their vitality can still be guaranteed, but they will simply go completely insane.

One of them died immediately after being parasitized, leaving only its corpse controlled by the centipede.

It truly lives up to its bronze-level reputation; its vitality is indeed much stronger than that of lower-level species.

However, because of this, they actually suffered even more after being parasitized.

Who knows if they still retain a certain degree of self? If they do, then being parasitized is endless suffering for them.

This suffering lasted for a thousand years.

“Let’s continue. I hope we can find the important text,” Rector said weakly, his steps unsteady and terrified.

“You’re pretty daring in a way,” Bray said abruptly.

"Most people who come here would probably want to leave."

“If we leave now…wouldn’t all our previous efforts be for nothing?” Rector said in a low voice.

Not only was this journey in vain, but it also meant that all the effort he had put in years ago had been wasted.

Because Rector didn't believe there would be another chance to enter this underground city.

"Then let's continue, but we need to hurry."

"Hurry up...why?" Although Rector was very anxious, he didn't understand why Bray suddenly wanted to speed things up as well.

“I’ve been out for too long, I’m in a hurry to get home,” Bray said, stretching his limbs.

"You know, preparing for a birthday is a real hassle."

"If you get back alive, hurry up and complete the task I gave you."

Given Bray's design skills, it's impossible for him to create anything romantic.

In the end, we still need Rick's help.