A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Boom!!!!!!!!!!" With a single strike, the massive beast's head, which was as thick as a city wall, was easily shattered.

Countless large fragments of keratin scattered everywhere, and the beast's head was dragged by a sword and smashed to the ground.

The broadsword swept across the ground diagonally backward, leaving an arc in its wake.

The moment that meaningless arc was drawn, the life of the giant beast before them was also extinguished.

The surrounding black oil receded, returning the true earth to the world.

After the black oil swamp disappeared, the skeletons hidden inside were fully exposed.

This is a true reflection of the powerlessness of life.

The giant beast's corpse did not disappear; it still exuded the murderous aura it had before its death.

Bray freed his left hand, took the bottle from his waist, and flicked the cap open with his thumb.

A radiant glow immediately flew out of the bottle, swirling and dancing around the ray.

The behemoth is dead, but its radiance still shines brightly, its tail trailing like a comet.

The number of glowing spots has indeed decreased, but it hasn't weakened much.

Furthermore, Glow attempted to guide Bray northwestward.

Very close, very close.

There is another silver species in the northwest direction.

As if to prove that the radiance was not out of control, a powerful aura rapidly approached.

The aura was even more powerful than that of the black behemoth, like a living volcano attacking.

"Boom!!!" The ground shook, and the sky in the northwest was dyed orange-red, as if the sky had been set on fire.

The surrounding air was filled with the smell of sulfur.

Half a minute passed, and the rumbling sound gradually grew louder.

A minute passed, and the glow became increasingly intense.

Five minutes have passed—

The ground around the wreck cracked, and the sky was no longer simply a burning orange-red.

Instead, it truly began to burn.

Bray silently put away the glow, deciding not to bother looking for the other party.

The other party has arrived.

The battle just now was merely an appetizer. The easiest thing in this world to manifest power is neither thunder nor frost.

It was flames.

This is the most direct way to say goodbye to someone else's "power".

At this moment, it was as if the surroundings were shrouded in a sea of ​​fire, with sparks flying from the cracks in the ground.

This is not a dead end caused by concepts.

The visitor is associated with fire, but is not someone who specifically uses fire.

So the temperature didn't actually rise, and Bree couldn't feel the heat.

It's simply announcing the arrival of a powerful being; the scenery merely serves to highlight how powerful it is.

“B-re-k-la-s-s-” echoed in my ears, the tone drawn out.

Every word exudes an aura of dominance.

Before you see him, you hear his voice.

Bray remembered the voice; he could never forget it.

Takaman, or perhaps we should call Him the "Third Demon King".

Why "Third" Bray still doesn't understand, but he won't question the term "Demon King".

It is not the demon king that the lower species once thought it was, but the true demon king, the king of ferocity.

His rocky body made him look like a knight clad in gray armor.

His head also resembled a helmet made in imitation of birds and beasts.

Although tall, its size is not exaggerated at all.

He came from afar, walking slowly, with flames constantly flickering on his body, like a cloak or scarf.

"..." Bray remained silent, only beginning to regulate his breathing.

Takaman didn't hide away at first, only arriving after Bray defeated the behemoth.

If He had truly been waiting nearby, He wouldn't have arrived more than five minutes later.

He had simply been looking for Bray, and happened to find him at this particular moment.

Takaman disdains playing the mantis lurking behind the cicada; to defeat someone, He only needs to defeat them head-on.

All superfluous means are unnecessary; the word "reckless" is a compliment to him.

He "conquered," He is the conqueror, and absolute power is the only creed.

"Sizzle—" The sparks landed with a piercing sound.

The Knight of Rock finally arrived before Bray, looking down at the human who was much shorter than himself.

"I've finally found you." His voice was like magma erupting, filled with the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Standing before the demigod, feeling the raging fire so close at hand, Bray remained calm.

"Did the thing in your hand tell me it was here?" Bray glanced at the person Takaman was holding.

"Oh dear, calling a villain a thing is really a bit much," Jonathan said, patting his hat and looking a little dejected, as Takaman held him in his hand.

“I am a perfectly normal human being, an ordinary human being.”

“You can’t call others things, Mr. Monk.” Despite being caught by Takaman, Jonathan still spoke eloquently, seemingly oblivious to his predicament.

“Although this clown is annoying, he is indeed very useful.” Takaman’s gaze remained fixed on Bray, never once glancing at Jonathan.

Whether Jonathan is strong or weak, Takaman certainly knows.

This annoying clown is definitely not weak, otherwise he wouldn't pose a "threat" to himself.

However, he was not a warrior, and Takaman had no desire to fight him at all.

He couldn't get a pure combat experience from Jonathan.

Only the domineering and powerful can ever satisfy Him.

For example, the human in front of you doesn't seem to exist, like a pebble on the roadside.

“Your mission is complete.” Takaman casually tossed Jonathan aside.

This throw was full of power, with the momentum to crush Jonathan to death on the spot.

"BOOM!!!" After a huge muffled sound, a human-shaped crater appeared in the ground.

Two seconds later, Jonathan struggled to climb out of the pit.

His posture was disheveled, but his tailcoat and even his top hat were not dirty or messy.

Although he was clean, Jonathan still symbolically dusted himself off after crawling out.

"Even petty people think they are very useful."

"However, hearing it from you, Lord Takaman, makes me feel like a prop."

“In that case, you’ll have a lot of social problems. Nobody will like Lord Takaman,” Jonathan said earnestly, as if he were about to become a Silver Seer’s tutor.

“I told you, you’ve completed your mission.” With that, Takaman picked up Jonathan from the ground and hurled him far away.

"Aa ...

Even in his last moments before disappearing, he stubbornly said what he wanted to say.

"Lord Takaman!!! Have you forgotten that the 'Alliance of the Gods' is here to capture me and kill me?!"

Unfortunately, his pointed question went unanswered.

Because after Jonathan said those words, he completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

No one cared about his problems.

"The annoying guy has disappeared."

"I can finally continue the battle with you that we didn't finish years ago." Takaman's shadow completely enveloped Bray, and the flames seemed ready to devour the person in front of him at any moment.

But when the flames actually touched Bray, they immediately shrank back like a startled rabbit.

“The battle from a few years ago…” Bray murmured.

Something that happened a few years ago? Has he forgotten? No, he remembers it very clearly.

He remembered that after he shattered Takaman, he was unable to unleash any powerful sword strikes.

As Takaman said, it was a battle that never ended.

However, Bray had no intention of continuing that fight, because he was not a battle maniac.

But it was clear that the Takaman in front of him was a battle maniac.

He never forgot that battle, and longed for the scene of fighting a bloody battle in the flames until he had recovered.

Bray didn't want to continue, but the demigod in front of him didn't seem to think so.

“This time, will I give you time too?” Takaman said.

He knew that Bray had just been through a battle, and the corpse of another Silver-type behemoth lay quietly beside him.

Therefore, He allowed Bray time to rest.

Takaman needs to fight a fully-fledged Bray, not a weary one.

"Fifteen minutes, I'll give you fifteen minutes of rest time."

Fifteen minutes is enough for most people to recover their energy.

However, Bray is not like most people; if he were truly exhausted, it would take him at least half a day to recover.

Without his fanny pack, he would have collapsed on the ground from exhaustion long ago.

However... Bray isn't that tired right now.

"A quarter of an hour?" Bray tilted his head and asked in a questioning tone.

Why does the other person feel so tired right now?

“No need,” Bray said quietly, as if he wasn’t preparing for a battle.

“This is undoubtedly a celebration!” Jonathan said, standing on a cloud with his arms outstretched and his voice rising and falling.

That's right, the Joker, just as the name suggests, walks on clouds as if they were flat ground.

He struck a pose as if he had a large audience listening to him speak, with an exaggerated smile on his mask.

But how could there possibly be an audience for the clowns above the clouds?

He was all alone here.

He was watching the battle below from a distance in the air.

What kind of sparks will fly when a demigod, yearning for power, encounters a mortal who is already powerful?

He anticipated an unexpected ending, waiting for something different to happen.

The cane spun, and a song was hummed lightly in the air.

Jonathan bent down deeply, so much so that his head was lower than his shoes.

He stared blankly at the battle that had already begun below.

Without warning, the demigod and the mortal launched their first attack on each other simultaneously, as if by unspoken agreement.

The ensuing fierce battle suddenly felt incredibly natural, without any sense of abruptness.

But this time, Bray no longer had Beatrix's help, and Takaman was not locked in a mental world where concepts were difficult to use.