A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Crack!" The spear shattered, and Takaman's right arm, which had been gripping the spear, was also covered in cracks.

The cracks spread wildly, reaching all the way to His shoulder.

The flames froze for a moment, but the mines did not.

Countless fragments, like crows returning to their nest, pieced the shattered broadsword back together.

His body sank down, but his strength was lifted up.

As if foreseeing something, Takaman instinctively tried to retract his split right arm.

Unfortunately, it was too late for Bray.

Takaman's attacks are terrifyingly powerful, but the openings are too large, and he can't recover quickly enough.

"Smash it!!!!!"

"I flow" "Zantie"

Without internal energy, there are no ink marks.

Therefore, from the perspective of an observer, this sword strike is just a simple downward slash, as simple as a beginner's swordsmanship.

But this simple sword strike, seemingly devoid of any skill, shattered the rocky arm flowing with lava.

"Crack! Crack!" Takaman's right arm began to shatter from the point where the sword blade struck.

Ultimately, it was utterly destroyed. The world is vast; even just Kapras is immense.

This is something that Takaman only truly realized not long ago.

The world is not just about Umkandar, nor is it just about Breklas; there are probably many more people like him.

His arm shattered, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

As a rock, His pain was extremely low.

This sword strike only made Him realize more deeply that Bray's sword was no duller than it had been a few years ago.

It has finally become sharp.

He, who was not in his prime and was not under restraint, was worried that the battle would be one-sided, but it seems that he was just being presumptuous.

"Hahahahahaha!!!" The next second after his right arm was shattered, Takaman laughed wildly and clenched his left fist.

"Thump!!!!!" The mud and sand rose more than ten meters high, and the ground was smashed into a crater.

Mixed in with the mud and sand were black fragments of the sword blade.

The mine shot through the swirling mud and sand like a cannonball, crashing heavily into a protruding, charred rock.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in, scattering the dust that had been spreading around.

The scattered fragments on the ground were not put back together.

"What's wrong?! Blakeras, don't just walk off like this!!!"

“If it ends like this, then all the years I’ve waited will have become a complete joke.” Everything in the atmosphere rushed toward Takaman’s right shoulder.

Whether it's invisible and intangible magic and internal energy, or tangible sand and gravel.

Everything was pieced together at that broken edge, and then with a "whoosh," it was engulfed in flames.

Bray's right arm, severed by a single sword strike, was replaced by a new arm within seconds.

This may not be as sturdy as the original right arm, but it's enough for Takaman to be able to use it.

"Crash!" To Takaman's disgruntled voice, Bray struggled to climb out of the pit in the rock, his body piled high with rubble.

His right hand gripped only the bare hilt of the sword, the blade shattered, and now lay quietly on the ground.

The sword was almost flying out of his hand, but Bray forcibly grabbed it back.

As a consequence, he took a full-blown punch from Takaman, which came out of nowhere.

"..." He looked down at his hand holding the sword.

My hands are trembling.

It wasn't because of fear, nor because of excitement.

It was only because his injuries were so severe that he could no longer hold the sword steadily.

"Stand up!" Takaman roared, gripping the brand-new spear once more in his right hand.

With this roar, flames erupted from the ground, surging towards the mine from different directions.

Takaman already knew that fire was not effective against wreckage, so what was being driven by the raging flames were the red-hot rocks.

The crimson rocks, like long spears, pierced straight towards the mine where the soldier had just stood firm.

The clouds directly above the dam were shaken apart, forming a ring.

Thick clouds surrounded the area, while the sky in the middle was dyed orange-red.

Below are ordinary people besieged on all sides.

Bray was a little dizzy after being hit hard, and he couldn't hold his sword very steadily.

All of his magical energy was drained, leaving not a trace.

Not only that, everything in the world is against him.

Bray had the unsettling feeling that he wasn't just fighting the Takamans, but an army led by demigods—

Although only Takaman, a demigod, stood before Bray.

Bray tried to take a deep breath and found it stung a little.

Meanwhile, the attacks from all sides had not stopped, and he knew that if he lingered any longer, he would probably be swallowed up.

If we don't do something else, the battle should end.

Grip it tightly, grip the bladeless sword in your hand with all your might.

But the more force he used, the more his hands trembled.

Even lifting it up was incredibly difficult.

No matter what, I couldn't hold the sword steady.

If your hand shakes when you hold the sword, then lift it up with both hands.

You must lift it up; if you can't even lift the sword, how can you slash at the monster in front of you?

To exit like this is even worse than it was a few years ago.

Why Bray fought was a question no one could answer, and even he himself couldn't give a clear answer.

What should his personality be like? What should his character be like?

No one can step forward and explain it clearly.

Humans are inherently contradictory, and Bray is even more so, so contradictory that there is no way to explain it.

So let's just not bother explaining or trying to understand.

Whether it was for goodwill, for glory, or for protection, none of that matters anymore.

The reasons for fighting don't need to be explicitly posted on the wall.

All Bray needs to know is that he must fight, must continue fighting, must keep fighting the Silver Seeds, and must find the final Silver Seed to fight.

As the wind and sand rose, the sky above turned from orange-red to night, with stars dotting the dark horizon, but the clouds scattered in circles remained unchanged.

The murderous flames and rubble stood out even more vividly against the gloomy landscape.

The firelight illuminated Bray's face, his lifeless right eye reflecting the spear and his tall figure.

"It's so noisy, but I've already stood up." Bray's deep voice echoed through the night sky.

The long-neglected fortress stood behind him.

The hand holding the sword stopped trembling, and the slightly bent knees were able to straighten.

The pain is still there, but that's alright, at least Bray can stay conscious.

"The battle you've been waiting for is only just beginning."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rock spears, wreathed in flames, arrived.

The spot where Bray had been standing was now filled with a continuous, cracking sound.

But Bray was no longer on the ground. He used his feet to scrape against the stone wall behind him and leaped directly onto the fortress.

Fortresses are symbols of the projection of the mental world onto this world, and proof of interference in the world.

If the mental world exists, then this fortress is now a real physical entity existing on the earth.

The night is like that, and so is the dawn that will surely come.

Now, Bray has finally reached the same level as Takaman, and is able to deal with this demigod who is obsessed with battle.

"That's exactly how it should be!!!"

"Look me in the eye, face me with all your might!"

As Takaman watched the fortress rise, his fighting spirit intensified.

He remembers this mental world, this world filled with a somber atmosphere.

That's right, this is the symbol of the real battle beginning, He is going to fight those mortals who are like demons.

"Keep going! Surpass the last battle!" Takaman roared to the sky.

The magic surged towards Bray like a tide.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, threatening to strike.

Now, He is a pure battle-hungry maniac, no longer someone who serves the "Alliance of the Gods".

After searching for Bray for so long, wasn't it all just to satisfy the fire that had been ignited within him?

"We will end this battle here and now!!!!"

Bray wasn't as impassioned as Takaman, but he did agree with Takaman's statement.

This battle must end now.

We can't put it off until next time, because even Bray himself doesn't know if there will ever be a "next time".

Whether I can hold out until the next time is really an unknown.

The spear danced, sparks flying everywhere.

Using the gun skills he had learned from the lower species, Takaman launched a fierce attack on Bray.

In order to become stronger, He could even learn from lower species.

Concepts are one way to become stronger, but you can also become stronger without relying on concepts.

Although the methods are different, His ideas are actually the same as Nicolaes' in some ways.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle—" The rocky spearhead rubbed against the longsword of the wrecked weapon, producing a piercing sound and scattering countless sparks.

But these insignificant sparks were consumed by the raging fire ignited by Takaman in the next second.

Lava flows from every smiling crevice in His rocky body.

And His already tall body is growing bigger and bigger.

One rock after another clung to His body, thickening His armor.

At the same time, they were reforging the spear that had been cut off by the grenades.

Its size grew ever larger, and the power it wielded with the spear was increasing at an alarming rate.

"continue!!!!!"

"Stand up!!!"

Takaman's spear skills were insignificant compared to Bray's swordsmanship, yet with a power so pure that Bray couldn't completely relinquish it, he relentlessly suppressed Bray.

Bray stumbled and fell, then got up and continued fighting.

He could hear Takaman's battle cries.

He genuinely found Takaman's roar annoying; couldn't he be a little quieter during a fight?