A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Forehead...?"

"Okay, okay." Rector could only manage a stiff smile.

To be preoccupied with other things in a place like this, he could only say that Bray was very confident.

Anyway, in a place like this, all Rector felt was unease.

After that, they continued along the "Path of Light" and encountered another group of parasitized angels along the way.

Unfortunately, these angels were fewer in number than the previous ones, so they were unsurprisingly wiped out by Bray.

Along the way, Rector found a lot of texts inside some seemingly magnificent buildings.

However, none of the buildings were the altar he was looking for.

It's just a place where some higher angels live.

The only discovery might be that the stone slabs that were turned up later were different from the first stone slab.

The thin stone slabs were not inscribed with certain characters in a static manner.

Simply swipe your finger across it to see a new page of text, just like turning the pages of a book.

Rector was still wondering if the first stone slab also had this function, but unfortunately, the first stone slab was really ordinary.

Only one side of the text was recorded.

Bray traced the slate in his hand with his finger, turning the page with each stroke.

Swiping to the left and swiping to the right represent a backflip and a forwardflip, respectively.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and began fiddling with the stone slab with great interest.

He said that it was so primitive for angels to use stone tablets to record words.

"Mr. Bray, can you understand it?" Rick asked, seeing Bray's enthusiastic work on the slate.

“I don’t understand it,” Bray answered honestly.

He couldn't understand any of the characters on the bronze tablet, including the one in his hand.

"But it's quite fun." That's why Bray kept gesturing with his finger.

If this kind of thing could become widespread in the world of the Black Iron race, it would definitely be a harbinger of the rise of some kind of entertainment.

"You've read so many books, do you know anything new now?" These days, Bray likes to call these stone tablets books.

After all, their function is no different from that of books. If you insist on distinguishing them, Bray would say they are just slate books.

We still need to add the word "book".

“Hmm... these big shots know some inside information.” Rickdo nodded.

He had about five or six stone slabs stuffed in his backpack, but he didn't feel they were heavy at all.

The stone slab was lighter than I had imagined.

These stone slabs were found in what appeared to be safes inside various large buildings.

The way to open the safe is with a Bray's sword.

Of course, what is called a safe is actually a small area protected by magic circles and statues.

They call it a safe just so they can understand it themselves; otherwise, would they have to call it a "protected little box"?

“These parasites seem to have accepted it willingly,” Rector said with deep emotion.

The angels initially expended countless resources and sacrificed the lives of their own kind to finally suppress a wild god.

Initially, they were trying to find a way to control the aragami.

Following the priest's line of thought regarding "wild spirits" and "harmonious spirits," there is indeed a possibility of controlling wild gods.

However, waiting would be a huge waste of time, and the angel wanted to use the power of the Aragami during this time.

"The great centipede... just like mentioned before, can even subdue dragons." Rector recalled the previous records and began to explain to Bray.

"This Aragami's power is not only related to immortality, but also to the removal of evil and curses."

Although the Aragami are violent, the symbol of the "Great Centipede" is not evil.

“For angels, immortality is meaningless, because they are already very long-lived.”

“But there’s another ability they want to use to expand their methods of resisting other Silver Races.” Rector didn’t know what the concept was.

Therefore, in his view, the angel wanted to use the centipede's characteristics to achieve the effect of resisting divine power.

"The way to share the power of the Great Centipede is to be parasitized by the offspring of the Great Centipede."

"In fact, it seems that some people are indeed qualified to talk to silver-level beings because of this."

For Rector, many parts were difficult to read because he didn't understand the truth of the world.

Not to mention that there are a lot of obscure words in it, making it even more difficult to decipher.

The information he provided comprised less than one-thousandth of the total content on the stone slab.

“I don’t think you want to learn how to be parasitized by a centipede,” Bray shrugged.

“Of course not that kind of thing.” Rector quickly shook his head, clearly not possessing the nature of a fanatical scholar.

He was keenly opposed to this kind of parasitic phenomenon.

The real goal was still the means to suppress the Aragami, and information about the "Aragami" and "Harmony Soul". "Bang!" An angel who had been parasitized was pierced by a sword and then pinned to the wall by Bray with one hand.

In reality, that final blow to the wall wouldn't cause much harm to the angel at all.

The moment the sword was thrust out, the parasitized angel was killed along with the centipede.

That slamming into the wall was completely unnecessary.

Bray rarely makes this move because he often doesn't have the luxury of creating such space for himself in a fight.

Moreover, his bare hands really don't hurt or itch when you hit him.

However, after that attack, Bray finally understood why tough guys liked this kind of attack so much.

Awesome!

Bray released the angel he was holding and shook his wrist.

Basically, you'll encounter a group of angels every so often you walk.

The Path of Light is probably already covered with feathers and the corpses of angels.

And those parasitic centipedes.

Under normal circumstances, even if the angel dies, the parasitic centipede will not die instantly.

As we all know, insects have an incredible level of resilience.

Unfortunately, they encountered not adventurers, but a "ghost hunter" named Blakeras.

Alternatively, one could use the Silver race's unique nickname for Bray: "the one who hunts demigods."

"Shh." Rector inevitably stepped on some of the angels' corpses on the ground.

His little heart is beating very fast now.

It was because of the feathers on her feet, and also because of the man walking in front of her.

"This place... is truly awful," Rector managed to utter to bolster his courage.

The sheer number of parasitized angels gives a glimpse into how prosperous this underground city once was.

But it also indirectly reveals the extent of the tragedy that has befallen the city.

“See? The more angels there are, the more it proves that you and I haven’t gone astray.” Bray gestured for Rick to look at the magnificent building ahead.

This magnificent building is very similar to the altar that Bray had seen on the holy mountain before.

“This should be an altar,” Rector said, swallowing hard as he followed Bray’s gaze.

Of course, Rector is different from Bray; you can't judge them just by their appearance.

He made the judgment based on certain characteristics, and besides, he had never seen the altars of other angelic cities.

“But this door looks very thick, how do we open it?” Rector began to circle in front of the door, trying to find the mechanism.

This kind of thing happens when exploring ruins.

“It’s not just thick, it also has a lot of divine magic defense.” Bray glanced at the entire gate and said to the workers who were working tirelessly.

The gates of angels are not as simple as they appear.

The outer layer of the gate is covered with thick defenses; without the correct method, it would be virtually impossible to open the gate.

Even if the divine magic's defenses are broken, the quality of the door remains.

Just as the gates of the Dark Iron race were meticulously crafted, this gate also consumed a great deal of the angels' time and resources.

Everyone knows that destruction is easier than construction, which is why so much effort is put into construction.

The purpose is to prevent the "destruction" from happening.

“There must be some kind of authentication method,” Rector racked his brains.

Often, exploration gets stuck on these obstacles that are insurmountable by human effort.

"Get out of my way," Bray said to Rector, who was blocking his path.

"Uh, okay." Rector was confused, but under the pressure of Bray's aura, he subconsciously stepped back.

"Does Mr. Bray understand the methods of these angels?" He noticed Bray's calm expression.

Bray isn't nervous at all. Does that mean he knows a lot about these angelic relics?

"I don't understand. These are all divine spells of the angels themselves. I only know of one Black Iron race in the whole world who might be able to do it," Bray said casually.

He knows magic? He's just a brute, what kind of magic does he know?

“Then…” Rick opened his mouth, his mind filled with a bunch of thoughts.

"Hoo—" Bray ignored the guy and took a deep breath.

If Bray's guess is correct, this door was manufactured to a standard that even silver could not destroy.

He sheathed his longsword and gripped the broad black blade tightly with both hands.

With no enemies and no interference, Bray could now fully concentrate on the next strike.

If this technique is so sturdy that even a Silver-ranked cultivator can't break through it, then let's just call it a "monster".

To deal with monsters, you should use the same power as the monsters.

He dragged his sword and walked to the doorway.

With each step he took, Brey's silhouette appeared much taller in Rector's eyes.

Unbeknownst to him, in Rector's eyes, Bray's back view had become as terrifying as a prehistoric beast.

Moreover, it seemed as if at that very moment, a pride of lions stood beside him, roaring incessantly at the giant gate.

As expected, when unsure of how to proceed, for a warrior—

All you need to do is swing your sword.

"Onis Swordsmanship" and "Lion's Lament"

"Roar!!!!!!!!!!" Even though there were no wild beasts present, Rekdor instinctively covered his ears.

Because he heard endless roars of lions.

"Ha—" Bray exhaled and slightly raised his broadsword.

"Boom! Boom!!!" The magnificent gate seemed to have been sliced ​​by several swords, turning into several pieces and collapsing backward little by little.

Bray slammed his sword hilt hard against Men Kuai, who was standing right in front of him and refused to fall backward.

"Thump." Then he finally cleared away all the obstacles in his way.

Clean it up using physical methods.

It seems that my motto of "if you can't decide something, do it" works very well in all kinds of situations.

There is no puzzle that cannot be solved with one sword; if there is one that cannot be solved with one sword, then two swords will do.

After all, if this were in a novel, many chapters would be wasted on plot points involving decryption elements.