A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

After a while, he finally remembered the name.

It was the angel who had always been with Beatrix.

To be honest, although Bray clearly remembered that a fallen angel was following Betley, he didn't really remember the name.

"Oh, I remember who it is."

"..." The angel who seemed to have come to deliver the message fell silent for a moment.

It seems that Bray's reaction was beyond His expectations. Well, who could have predicted that the person delivering the message would even forget Lady Aphrena's name?

"But what does He want with me?" More than why Aphrena was here, Bray was more concerned about why she had come to him.

Bray knew that Afrena disliked lower species and always looked down on others, but she was also extremely afraid of dying.

Another thing that Bray found quite strange was that the other party was able to recognize him by his fanny pack.

That fanny pack is naturally "Uranus's backpack".

If I remember correctly, the artifact Bray was obtained from Joshua of the Holy Mountain, and Aphrena should be completely unaware of it.

"Human, I don't know either. You'll have to hear from Lady Aphrena herself." The angel who came to deliver the message shook her head.

"Alright, then you lead the way." Bray shrugged, offering no further comment.

This might be a trap, but Bray will still go and investigate.

No matter what, it's already quite rare to hear the name of an acquaintance in the wasteland.

It would be best if it wasn't a trap.

“Let’s go.” Bray turned to Levy and Nia and said.

"Oh!" Levy stopped herself from running away with Nia and responded.

Nia, on the other hand, was being held by Levy like a rag doll =V=.

"Wait a minute, Lady Aphrena only asked you to go; these two cannot come along." The messenger angel stopped Levy and Nia from following.

"Why?" Bray asked directly.

"There's no reason why." The angel didn't even give a vague answer, simply rejecting the offer.

"Never mind then, I won't go." Bray had gone with the intention of seeing some acquaintances, but since his family couldn't come along, he decided against it.

Anyway, for Bray, this wasn't a big deal.

"What did you say?" The messenger angel was slightly startled.

They are angels, and in the cities of lower races, they have hardly ever been rejected, and the rejections have always been so decisive and clean.

Judging from Bray's tone, there wasn't even a hint of negotiation in his voice.

"This is an invitation from our Lady Afrena, are you going to refuse it?" the angel said in a deep voice, his face somewhat gloomy.

Clearly, Bray's overly blunt refusal hurt the pride of the Bronze race.

Actually, Avrina didn't mention that no one else could go there besides Bray.

However, the other angels will automatically assume that no one other than the person who was invited is qualified to attend the meeting.

"No...didn't I already say no?" Bray was speechless. Why did this guy have to repeat himself? Was it some kind of fun?

Bray couldn't understand why he was obligated to go after being invited by Afrena.

“I’m busy taking care of the kids,” Bray said, pointing to Nia.

In Bray's heart, Afrena was still that fallen angel who was often beaten up and would tremble in fear at the sight of Silver Saints.

How could her status compare to that of her own Nia?

Of course... Afrena is still the same as she was back then, but probably not many people know that.

“You…” The angel who delivered the message was furious, but he couldn’t act recklessly within the safe zone.

There are indeed some bronze-grade items in the safe zone, but the majority are iron-grade items.

Moreover, the "Great Enemy of God" is not without means to deal with the Bronze Age.

To maintain a balance between the two, the Bronze type will not easily cause conflict with the Iron type, and the Iron type will basically ignore the Bronze type.

Before His anger could escalate further, a voice entered His mind.

Since the Black Iron race can communicate using communication arrays, angels naturally have a similar way of communicating.

Due to their opposition to demigods and gods, angels gradually reduced the frequency of using divine magic and began to rely more on spells.

The distant voice was transmitted into the angel's mind through a magic array.

The voice came from Aphrena, and she only said one sentence.

"Have them all come over here."

"..." The angel responsible for relaying the message to Bray stared at Bray for a long time.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'm taking the kids home for dinner," Bray asked.

Nia had just said she was hungry not long ago, so Bray had no reason to continue wasting time on the street with this angel.

Moreover, people around him would occasionally glance at him and secretly observe him, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable being stared at.

Within the safe zone, it is a very rare occurrence for bronze-type and iron-type creatures to come into contact.

Indeed, the Bronze and Iron species live in the same area, but their natural differences prevent them from sitting down and getting to know each other properly.

"Lady Afrena said you can take them with you," He said with a sigh, as if giving up on something.

"Gurgle—" Nia's stomach growled.

Nia knew her stomach was growling at an inopportune time, so her little face turned a little red.

She tried to ease her embarrassment by covering her face.

Everyone except Nia looked at each other in bewilderment.

“Look…” Bray said a little embarrassedly.

"We'll provide you with food over there," the angel said, looking exasperated.

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Guided by the angel who had delivered the message, Bray traversed many streets and arrived at the Bronze Age settlement.

Although it is said to be a settlement of bronze species, this place is actually divided into two parts.

One is an angel, the other a demon.

As for sea creatures, they could not possibly exist on land; they are probably still in the deep sea.

When the sea creatures are all ready to come ashore, some unbearable disaster will likely occur on the seabed.

The place where Bray was taken was naturally the region of angels.

Bray looked around; the area was quite unique.

Although the angels' faith is crumbling, they still can't change the aesthetic sense ingrained in their bones.

The building features exquisite reliefs, and its bricks and stones are as white as jade.

Standing here, you have the illusion that you can hear the choir singing hymns.

Even in a resource-scarce wasteland, the angels were determined to express "artistic" qualities in their architecture.

Unlike the houses that the Dark Iron race built haphazardly, the angels put a lot of effort into their construction.

However, they are able to do this because they have more freedom of movement outside the safe zone compared to the Dark Iron race, and it's easier for them to obtain resources. "Your houses are really flashy, I quite like them," Bray said, revealing his true thoughts.

The angel leading the way didn't know what to say; He couldn't tell whether Bray was praising their architecture or criticizing their aesthetic sense.

Bray had never actually seen the daily life of angels; the only time he saw the angels' dwelling place was in the ruins of the Holy Mountain.

Well, the angel's life was more ordinary than he had imagined.

They also traded with each other, strolled in the streets, and ate.

It seems that apart from looking a bit more upscale, it is no different from the Black Iron type.

It's certainly flashy and extravagant; even with Kapras in such a terrible state, the angels still built such luxurious structures.

They invest more in the artistic atmosphere than in their own daily needs.

There's nothing wrong with doing this when you're already full, but the problem is that we're not even full yet.

"What are you thinking about?" The angel who was in charge of relaying messages and leading the way noticed Bray's distraction.

“Nothing, just thinking about something that would be very rude to you,” Bray said.

The angel fell silent.

After a long while, He resumed speaking with Bray, and by then He had already brought Bray to their destination.

A church-like building appeared before Bray.

To be fair, this "church" was the first one Bray saw in this wasteland.

In the wasteland, faith either becomes extreme fanaticism or collapses completely.

After all, the existence of "gods" has been proven, and they are not what people imagine them to be.

They are so powerful that they cannot be resisted, yet they show no mercy to inferior beings.

Their essence is that of a powerful being, not a perfect image in the minds of believers; the gods do not even respond to the prayers of believers.

In this situation, most cases involve a breakdown of faith, but some fanatics push their beliefs to the other extreme.

The killer is one such example.

Of course, there are many more fanatics, but Bray hasn't encountered any; his range of activities has actually been quite narrow over the years.

After going around in circles, he would eventually end up wandering around the capital.

Recently, I've finally been able to travel far from home in the real sense.

"Go in, Lady Aphrena is waiting for you inside." The angel glanced at Bray sideways, then stood to the side.

The church doors were open, so Bray didn't need the angel to open the door for him before he could go in.

"By the way, is there really food inside?" But before going in, Bray still asked a question that he cared about a lot.

Nia is extremely hungry right now, and it would be awkward if there was no food inside.

"Although it may only be dry, hard bread, this is the best treatment we can give you," the angel said after a few seconds of silence.

This is also thanks to the fact that the Bronze race has a much lower need for food than the Iron race, so the angels can survive on simple bread and water.

In terms of other resources in the safe zone, the angels made more demands, but their need for food was particularly small.

"Meat?"

"No."

"Milk?"

"No."

"Vegetarian dishes?"

"No."

The angel's forehead was creased from Bray's questioning, and he muttered to himself, "Why isn't this guy going in yet?"

“Human, this is a desolate world, there are not many luxurious foods here,” He said earnestly.

“Okay…” Bray shrugged. There was nothing wrong with that reason.

Bray himself usually gets his food from the wild, and livestock and agriculture are indeed developing very slowly in the safe zone.

He asked so many questions simply because he thought the angels would extort a lot of things... but he didn't expect them to be so frugal than he imagined.

"Then...please come in?" The angel was so bewildered by Bray that even his question was tinged with doubt.

Bray didn't bother arguing with the somewhat impatient angel, and instead pulled the two little creatures beside him into the church.

Aren't you afraid there might be an ambush or danger inside? Of course not. Bray had scanned the area carefully beforehand and confirmed several times that there were no problems.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have so casually brought his daughter and Levy inside.

Human hearts are unpredictable.