A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Now it seems I was overthinking things. He may look like a giant beast with only brute force, but in reality, his senses are very sharp.

If I hadn't concealed my presence, I probably would have been discovered much earlier, likely the moment I stepped into the swamp.

That makes sense. Since someone can be chosen as the manager of a safe zone, they can't be a pure brute.

At least one aspect of their ability or personality is advantageous for managing the safe zone.

Bray's initial plan was to cripple his opponent with a single sword strike while he was fast asleep.

Now that the behemoths have awakened, Bray's wishful thinking has naturally backfired.

But it's not a big problem.

Before the other person could turn around, Bray exhaled a breath of stale air.

He gripped two swords tightly in each hand and then slashed out.

"Roar!!!" The roar continued.

"Clang—" But the blade sliced ​​through the beast's body like scissors.

This also brought the roar of the giant beast to an abrupt halt.

The roar was abruptly cut off, and bright red beast blood splattered from the silver-colored creature's hind legs.

"Who is it!?" The behemoth roared in fury and abruptly turned its head.

His blood-red eyes, as red as a door panel, immediately locked onto Bray.

Even though Bray had no aura left, he had "reduced his presence," not disappeared from the world.

Being seen means being discovered; it's that simple.

"So it was just a bold ant. (Unknown voice)" He said with disdain, then tried to kick Bray behind him to death.

But as this thought arose in Him, a heart-wrenching pain also surged into His heart.

He could not feel his hind legs, as if that part of him had disappeared from his body.

When he came to his senses, he was shocked to find that his hind legs had been severed by two of Bray's swords.

His hind legs, which were like the main pillar, did not seem to disappear; they were truly separated from his body.

"Boom!!!" He reacted quickly, and after realizing that he had lost his hind legs, he swept across with his thickly armored tail.

Its tail swept across, splashing mud and black oil from the swamp into the air.

Suddenly, a filthy, poisonous rain fell upon the beast's lair.

At the same time, He also used His own concepts to try to kill the shameless ants who attacked Him.

Unfortunately, the wild sweeping attack missed the target, and the concept did not respond to it.

The swamp on the ground only boiled for a moment, then subsided.

"You...you are...(unknown language)" After all of His attacks were dodged, He calmed down a little due to the pain.

The concept cannot be used... This description fits the description of someone in "All Gods United".

—"To render concepts lifeless."

While this may be an exaggeration, it also reflects the helplessness of the Silver type after its concept was suppressed.

“Breclas, ‘The Hunter of Demigods’? (Unknown)” He said with difficulty, enduring the excruciating pain from his thick armor being cleaved open.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, so there’s no need to say anything more,” Bray said calmly, one foot planted on the circular array in the air.

He didn't know when it started, but he switched his blindfold to the other side.

The normal right eye was covered up, leaving only the prosthetic eye with no field of vision exposed.

The prosthetic eye didn't burn with magical purple flames, but it still brought a subtle sense of oppression to everyone.

“Ignorant fool, I will punish you here on behalf of the ‘Alliance of the Gods.’ (Unknown language)” the behemoth said angrily in its own language.

He disdained learning the languages ​​of lower races, therefore He neither spoke the Common Tongue nor understood the Common Tongue of Bray.

From the very beginning, the two countries were unable to communicate using the same language.

Bray once said that in some situations, language is meaningless, only violence matters.

Of course, situations where someone truly "cannot understand human speech" are rare.

Most instances of "language has no meaning" refer to other situations.

He shielded himself from the pain of his severed leg and dragged his mountain-like body toward Bray.

His fighting style is simple, yet effective.

The massive body rolled toward Bray, shattering the ground and accompanied by the rumble of thunder.

Bray, situated in the middle, felt as if he were in the eye of a thunderbolt.

No matter whether he turned left or right, he couldn't dodge the brutal attack in time because the beast's size was simply too exaggerated.

His severed hind legs alone could be used as a house, not to mention his entire body pressing down on us.

Even if you run in the opposite direction, you can't outrun the speed at which this behemoth is crushing you.

The giant beast's back and belly were covered with jet-black scales, making it impenetrable on every level.

It doesn't matter that He cannot use His own concepts; He can slaughter inferior species simply by relying on His physical strength.

Neither magic nor weapons could harm Him in the slightest.

However, given that its hind legs had been split open, it strengthened its scales, making them even more indestructible.

From this silver perspective, this is an unsolvable situation for Bray.

Blame it on these ants for being so arrogant, daring to get so close.

Bray is doomed.

This is how it should be; this is how it should be from the perspective of the behemoth.

But Bray remained unmoved, casually taking a step back, a spark flickering in his prosthetic eye.

He sheathed the longsword and held the broadsword in his hands.

Does it matter whether you know the names of these behemoths, such as "Onis Swordsmanship" and "Lion's Lament"?

It doesn't matter, because after this battle, Bray and He will never cross paths again.

Does the concept of this behemoth even matter?

It doesn't matter, because Bray doesn't need to be distracted by His abilities.

Bray knew nothing about the monster, but that didn't stop him from raising his sword.

In terms of black, the behemoth's shell cannot compare to the "black key".

This abyss-like blackness has already devoured far too many silver seeds.

The roar of the lions suddenly rose up, drowning out the earth-shaking howl of the black behemoth.

The lion's roar, though loud, was not earth-shattering.

Even so, the sound still managed to suppress the thunderous roar.

The phantom of the pride of lions even briefly shattered the giant beast's imposing presence.

It was just a group of ordinary lions; it was an illusion created by the dark blade.

But it was this illusion that brought the behemoth a sense of fear it hadn't felt in a long time.

His power is immense; even among other Silver-rank beings, few can completely overwhelm him in strength.

He is so powerful that inferior beings are like ants in His presence.

Even a group of intelligent ants is still an ant.

He can easily destroy what ants have painstakingly built, and can trample the lives of all the ants in an area.

The lives of lower species are like grass, like bubbles, not worth mentioning.

Ants who consider themselves heroes, ants who believe they can change everything, ultimately vanish into nothingness under the weight of their own ideas.

Therefore, this behemoth never felt oppression from lower species, because it never believed that lower species deserved to have "oppression".

Until this moment, at this point, He felt it.

He finally understood why the "Forgotten Dragon" Migkaf had so venomously cursed the person in front of him not long ago.

Finally, it became clear what kind of humans the "alliance of gods" was trying to "hunt."

It's a monster, a monster in the eyes of the Silver race.

With a single sword strike, the massive body was shaken and repelled.

The two were so disparate in strength and size, yet the seemingly weaker one forced the seemingly stronger one to retreat.

If there's no way to avoid this relentless onslaught, like a tank crushing the road, then just drive it back.

Even the blocking action is omitted.

The more ferocious the overwhelming force, the more miserable the demigod would be after being torn apart by the lions.

With a single sword strike, its abdominal scales were cleaved open, and the flesh inside was torn apart.

He fell sideways to the ground in a disheveled state, his head landing diagonally on the ground not far from Bray, while his body was jolted back a distance.

"Roar!!!!!" Lying on the ground, He tried His best to shout out His last roar.

As if in response to His hysteria, the surrounding black oil began to boil.

Countless swamps gradually swallowed the normal ground, attempting to drag the land into an endless hell.

The unrestrained killing intent was like a long spear, heading straight for Bredder.

The rocks began to crumble, and the black oil condensed into a ferocious beast, revealing its fangs.

Right in the eye of the storm, Bray's sword touched the ground with its tip.

Before he could retract his sword strike, the primordial beast launched a terrifying counterattack.

Bray simply raised his sword silently and slowly lifted it.

Black oil surged in from the surrounding area, but the closer one got to the mine, the weaker the flow became.

As they approached the mine, they all landed and vanished from the world.

“Insects! Don’t look down on me! (Unknown language)” He struggled to get up and opened his mouth to face the one that had been pierced by the mine.

His teeth were jagged, like the scattered stone pillars near a volcano.

The teeth didn't look sharp, but no one dared to question the beast's bite force.

The moment He opened His gaping maw was the moment Bray raised His broadsword over His shoulder.

Magic and internal energy swirled around the broadsword, constantly condensing.

It gradually condenses and covers the sword.

From a distance, the sword appears to be expanding.

Wider and longer, like the aurora borealis that can cleave a chasm between heaven and earth.

But in reality, nothing changed. The only thing that increased was Bray's aura and the only thing that surged was the magic and inner energy in the sword.

Do not let any magic or internal energy spill out; do not waste a single bit; keep it all contained within.

"Roar!!!!!!!!! Roar!!!!" The giant beast lunged forward with all its might, trying to swallow the tiny human whole.

"So, as I said, I have nothing to say to you. I don't understand what you're saying."

Bray said impatiently—

Although the behemoth wasn't actually speaking this time, it didn't matter.

The prosthetic eye was lit, and the sword fell.

"Onis Sword Technique" "Beast Transformation Slash"

A man more like a beast than a wild animal wields a sword more like a siege weapon than a siege weapon itself.

This was originally a sword technique used by humans to slay giant beasts.

Now it's being used on the right people.