A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

If Takaman's abilities were severely suppressed in the last battle, now He is unleashing His full power.

As an existence slightly weaker than the demigod, Takaman, who was not suppressed, was undoubtedly a true conqueror.

Although Bray is much stronger than before, no one knows who will win against a fully-powered Takaman.

This is what makes Jonathan happy; the unpredictability is what makes the world interesting.

If everything were governed by fixed laws, then much of the enjoyment would be lost.

"Boom! Let the battle begin, you two!" Jonathan shouted, like a narrator in a stage play.

"Boom!" A rumbling sound echoed across the ground, responding to Jonathan's narration.

"Clang!!!!!" The white blade landed on Takaman's arm, making a crisp sound.

"What's wrong?! Is this all your sword is capable of?!" Takaman forcefully flung Bray and his sword away.

With this simple action, the ground continued to crack and spew lava.

The giant beast's corpse was instantly consumed by the merciless flames, and along with the man-eating beast, the skeletons of the surrounding victims were also destroyed.

The surrounding area was swept away in an instant, leaving only the splashing flames.

Whether it was magic or internal energy, it first surged and raged wildly, then calmed down, and together they swore their loyalty to Takaman.

Even Bray's own magic and inner energy were extracted and used by Takaman.

The purple flames burning on the prosthetic eye were thus extinguished.

At this moment, Bray is fighting the unreasonable demigod entirely by relying on his sword and his combat skills.

If the magic and inner energy that people use to enhance themselves are taken away, then what makes them stand before demigods?

What could people have back then to be proud of, to sustain their courage?

But why can't we be proud of being human?

“My sword has gotten dull lately, so please forgive me,” Bray said casually, showing no embarrassment at being hit.

Bray, who was swept away by Takaman's attack, landed on the ground and dragged a long distance, plowing two deep furrows in the ground.

However, he swung his sword and easily adjusted his balance and posture using the momentum.

He was completely unharmed during this encounter.

Almost the instant Takaman's next attack arrived, it resumed its attack stance.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!" The towering Takaman slammed his head into the spot where Bray was.

Bray had anticipated Takaman's attack position long before, and drew his sword as soon as the opponent launched this offensive.

The two swords struck Takaman's rocky body at different angles and directions, at different times.

"Crack—" Countless fragments of rock splattered from the upper arm of the conqueror clad in rock armor.

However, Bray's counterattack did not anger Takaman; instead, it ignited His fighting spirit.

"Not enough! Your sword needs to be even sharper!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't you be letting down all my efforts?!" Lava began to flow from the crack in Takaman's rocky arm.

After His arm was slightly cleaved by Bray's sword, it did not lift up but instead stretched deeper into the ground.

He cleaved the ground with one hand, tearing apart the earth's layers.

This action caused the earth to shake violently, as if the earth was enduring some kind of excruciating pain.

Even so, the earth could not utter a word of complaint against the one who tore it apart.

Because Takaman is the conqueror, everything is at His disposal.

If concepts are not locked or suppressed, then both inanimate and living things must submit to His domineering power, and His will is supreme.

"Bang!" The moment Takaman's hand began to emerge from the ground, the scene resembled a volcano erupting.

If it weren't for Bray's two attendants wielding "Flame of Fire Repellency," he would have been burned by the flames long ago, and this battle wouldn't have happened.

“We’re so compatible, it’s almost too much,” Bray murmured as he jumped out of the collapsed area.

If it were a different team, like the Thunder, Bryant might be overwhelmed.

“Ah, I feel the same way.” Takaman slowly raised his hand, and a long spear made of rock was pulled out of the earth.

Where the spear came from is no longer so important.

All everyone needs to know is that this spear is terrifying.

“We are so compatible, it’s amazing,” Takaman’s voice came from the rock.

He had a different opinion from Bray, but that didn't stop him from answering the question.

Takaman felt they were compatible, but this was entirely in terms of combat.

It's rare to encounter a mortal who fights purely head-on, a guy who relies on skill and momentum. There's no better enemy than this guy.

Without any frills or fancy moves, it's just the simplest kind of combat.

"But that's far from enough. The current battle is not even comparable to the battle we fought a few years ago!"

The tip of the spear burned with flames comparable to the blazing sun, creating a ring of fire as it was swung around.

The ring of fire spread, burned, and engulfed everything.

Bray dodged the sweeping spear and went straight toward the ring of fire.

"I don't really know what you're expecting." A calm voice rang out, and the flames escaped from Bray's side, clearing a path.

"However, I plan to keep cutting all the way to your hometown."

Even if Takaman didn't take the initiative, he would eventually come knocking on his door. "What am I expecting?" After saying this, Takaman paused, then burst into maniacal laughter.

"Clang! Clang!" The massive spear clashed with the small sword blade time and time again.

"Boom!" Heavy footsteps pounded the earth again and again.

“I’m looking forward to a battle that will make my soul tremble.” Every word Takaman spoke was like rock on the edge of a volcano, fiery and with an unshakeable steadfastness.

"I look forward to my weapon encountering an enemy worth clashing with."

“Do you know that besides Umkandar, only you can satisfy my fighting spirit?” Takaman hurled his massive spear at Brei.

No enemy can give me a truly satisfying battle.

After Ummkandar truly ascended to the top as a demigod, he never fought himself again.

How long His soul, burning with fighting spirit, had been dormant was something even He Himself had forgotten.

Takaman had never been so excited before his fight with Bray.

But He did not dislike this kind of boiling; it was not a violent outburst that made Him lose His mind, but rather an fervor that responded to the demands of His own soul.

"Blakeras! Blakeras!!! I've got your name in mind!"

"I will never forget your name! I will never forget the sword that cleaved me in two!"

He will never forget that black meteor that pierced the heavens and the earth.

How awe-inspiring! It embodied all the power of the swordsman, moving even a demigod like Him.

He wanted to see that meteor-like sword again.

"Show me the miracle you've created once again!"

"Mortals! Warriors!"

With this contradictory phrase, the spear accurately struck the mine, shattering the already ravaged land once more.

But this shot failed to shatter the insignificant mortal.

A simple, broken longsword rested on the tip of a spear.

The power travels from the arm to the wrist, and then to the sword.

Use the most correct direction and the most tricky angle to make up for the overwhelming gap in strength.

"Boom!!!!" The spear was deflected by this seemingly ordinary sword strike and redirected to the side.

The impact sent Bray tumbling backward, but the actual damage inflicted on him was not terrifying.

"Phew—" Bray, who was kneeling, exhaled and stood up again.

This broken longsword had been bent time and again under such terrible attacks.

But after that, the girl in the sword no longer had to endure pain she shouldn't have to suffer.

The sword bends only because it is too weak.

Now, at least I can guarantee that the sword in my hand won't be held responsible for my weakness.

"Clang—" The long spear forged from the nearby rock shattered like glass.

"What an idiot Master, what are you thinking about during battle?" the girl said with a smile.

“I was just thinking about what I should be thinking about,” Bray replied to the girl, sweeping away the fragments of the spear with his broadsword.

The prosthetic eye developed a crack in its mesh pattern, the patched coat was torn, and the eye patch strap broke off and was blown away by the blast wave, revealing a lifeless right eye.

The intensity of the battle had not yet reached its limit, but Bray could already feel Takaman's power.

It is as powerful as Umkandal.

If it weren't for Beatrix's help, I would have died in that battle.

This time, however, I was fighting entirely alone.

There was no outside help, and no one would step forward to treat him when he was seriously injured.

Even the only one speaking to him was Takaman, whose passion was so intense it couldn't be contained by flames.

“Miracles don’t come easily.” Bray sheathed his longsword and gripped a broadsword with both hands.

"If miracles were like those in novels, where they could happen so easily, they wouldn't be miracles," he said quietly.

His voice was calm and even.

Ordinary people would more or less become agitated under Takaman's emotional influence.

But Bray didn't; he had no desire for battle, and there was no passion in this battle.

He only knew that he was going to lose this battle and die.

Once you die, you can no longer keep the promises you made.

“Come on, we don’t need miracles today,” Bray said, his lifeless right eye radiating immense pressure.

"Hahahaha! Don't we need a miracle?!"

"Then let me see what you can do without a miracle!" When Takaman met Brena's lifeless right eye, he was not intimidated at all, but was even aroused by his fighting spirit.

The soul, already surrounded by flames, now finds itself amidst ever-expanding flames.

He has no passion, but his soul can tell the whole story.

"Come on! Come on! Feel the excitement of that time a little bit!" Takaman raised his hand and condensed the rock into a new spear.

Then the inextinguishable flames on the earth, like ribbons, wrapped around the spear.

"Whoosh!" The spear, accompanied by a gust of wind, left afterimages as it pierced straight towards the mine.

The broadsword, colliding head-on with the spear, shattered inch by inch.

Despite this, Bray's sword-wielding motion was not affected in any way.

Even with the sword shattered into only half, it continued to advance.

Even with the sword shattered down to its hilt, it continued to advance.

"Shalara." Fragments of sword blades rained down from the sky.

Fragments of the sword fell to the ground one after another.

Bray's hands, gripping the sword, began to tear at the wrists, the skin and muscles slowly ripping apart, blood seeping out and trickling down with the sweat.

However, it wasn't just Bray who was torn apart.

The newly manufactured spear began to crack from the tip and eventually shattered completely.

With a loud "bang," the spear shattered.