A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"This time, you won't wield that shameful sword again, will you?" Takaman laughed heartily.

“Of course,” Bray said softly, pointing the blade directly at Takaman.

Once, that black meteor could only get stuck inside Takaman's body, unable to pierce him further.

In order to deliver the fatal blow, Bray exhausted all his strength.

Now, the "meteor" in the mortal's hand has pierced through this powerful demigod.

Takaman wanted to see this sword strike, and he wanted to catch the sword that had almost shattered him before.

Unfortunately, although he met the sword again, he failed to block Bray's sword, just like before.

Even though his power was so overwhelming that it could subdue all things, in terms of martial arts skills, he was still too inexperienced.

Perhaps no silver-level player would have imagined that they would have someone they couldn't handle with concepts.

Therefore, few Silver-ranked individuals would be interested in learning anything from someone weaker than themselves.

Even if they went to study, they probably wouldn't reach the level of Takaman.

In fact, Takaman's martial arts skills had reached the pinnacle of the lower-level species.

However, compared to Bray, the gap is still too large.

If we only compare martial arts skills, he can never compete with Brayby, who can only fight with swordsmanship.

After all, this was the only thing Bray could use to fight against the higher species.

If his swordsmanship were even slightly weak, he would die on the way.

"I wonder how far you can go?"

"I really look forward to seeing you fight Umkandal again."

"Hahaha!!! Umm Kandar will be surprised then."

“He will be surprised at how strong you have become once again,” Takaman laughed heartily.

He laughed and pondered.

Is this what it means to be a person who upholds the precepts? Is the reason he can remain strong in this way simply because of his status as a person who upholds the precepts?

No way, He wouldn't be convinced by just that kind of reason.

His strength is not solely due to his status as a person who observes the precepts.

As ordinary people, they climbed their way up, and that indomitable spirit and struggle are the real reasons for their success.

Instead of walking over, they crawled over, falling down and getting up again, repeating the cycle of suffering and crawling.

Any slackening will lead to giving up halfway.

But Blakes did not let his guard down.

He can see the "divine source" within you, and see it clearly.

However, those standing before Him were mortals, not gods.

“The battle should end.” Takaman and Bray said in unison.

Then, the silver light shimmered in the dawn's glow.

---

Unlike a few years ago when he exhausted all his strength, Bray was able to stand after piercing Takaman's breastplate with a single sword strike.

This is also why he was able to finish off Takaman.

If your stamina is even slightly lacking, and your waist pack can't keep up with the recovery, you'll be the one who dies.

"Glug glug." The sound of drinking water echoed on the burnt ruins.

Bray leaned against Takaman, who had turned into a piece of rock, and drank the potion little by little.

Before the mental imagery effect completely ended, Bray promptly took a sip of medicine.

Otherwise, he might be lying on the ground waiting to die right now.

There's no way around it; with the fracture and muscle rupture, without a mental world, even his ability to move is questionable.

"So, I've come back to life?" Bray murmured.

Right now, he struggles to even hold the medicine bottle; standing up is a pipe dream.

Now we can only wait until the medicine takes full effect before using the skateboard to return to the safe zone in Anjing City.

Fortunately, there are many angels in Anjing City, so finding someone who knows how to heal should be easy.

After all, one of the areas where angels excel is healing.

How powerful are their healing methods? So powerful that they can even give those who have been dead for a short time a brief resurgence of lucidity.

Although, to this day, Bray still feels that the priest is more trustworthy.

However, he couldn't possibly go back to the capital to find the priest now, so he had to make do.

"I didn't find out anything. I guess I'm just not cut out for this," Bray muttered to himself.

Before delivering the final blow to Takaman with his sword, he tried to ask him some questions.

However, although Takaman is a battle maniac, he is not the kind of person who would betray others for the sake of fighting.

Therefore, He remained silent about the "union of the gods," simply waiting for His own fate.

Surprisingly, Takaman, who had survived for countless years, showed no fear of death whatsoever.

Many of the demigods Bray had encountered before were filled with fear of their own death.

They were both arrogant and afraid of death.

But Takaman was utterly proud, and nothing could tarnish that pride.

I don't know how many Silver-tier beings are as strong as Takaman. If a dozen or so more come, I think I won't be able to handle it.

After solving one problem, I would rest, then repeat the process. I estimate that at least half a year would have passed by then.

Bray wanted to get home as soon as possible, so he didn't plan to stay there for too long.

He slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The holes that were shaken out of the clouds in the sky have not disappeared to this day.

Bray had a feeling that something terrible was going to fall out of the hole, but after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

However, he did wait until nightfall, and with no more clouds obscuring the moon, it was exceptionally bright tonight.

"It's quite peaceful," Bray muttered to himself, then pulled a bottle of medicine from his pouch and took a sip.

He wouldn't recklessly pour those medicines down his throat.

Even though these medicines are free, the quantity is limited; every bottle used reduces the supply.

Regardless of the quantity of medicine, it is still limited, which means it will eventually run out.

In six months, even a large supply of medicine will run out if not used sparingly.

Moreover, these medicines are quite potent; as long as one bottle is taken every now and then, it can keep one's life hanging by a thread.

At first, his hands would shake when he picked up the bottle, but now he can pick things up naturally.

The internal wounds may not heal so easily, but at least the external injuries are mostly healed.

Bray's only hope now is that his joints won't swell up when he moves around.

No matter what, the bone injury is still quite serious.

"Let's go back." Bray used his sword to support himself as he stood up; his legs were a little numb from sitting on the ground for so long.

He took the glass cube from his waist bag and threw it on the ground.

"Clang." After a few seconds of transformation, the block turned into a simple skateboard, quietly waiting to be laid.

He stood on the skateboard, felt the breeze, and took a deep breath.

"Let's go." With that soft word from Bray, the skateboard slowly rose, carrying Bray through the thick darkness of the night.

This night wasn't a projection of the mind's eye; it was genuine darkness. The skateboard hadn't encountered any problems on the journey back to Ankyō.

So Bray developed the illusion that when his vehicle malfunctioned, it wasn't his fault.

To be fair, the fact that even the talkative goddess didn't criticize herself for this proves that she's not a vehicle killer.

It's just metaphysics; it just so happens that something bad happened while I was on public transportation, so I can't blame him.

He even had a moment of thought, "Oh well, I guess I'm not a vehicle killer after all."

Unfortunately, the skateboard malfunctioned halfway through and couldn't continue flying forward.

Bray couldn't figure out what the reason was, since he hadn't bumped into anything in the process.

He could understand if the skateboard malfunctioned because it hit a wall.

He really couldn't accept the machine crashing for no reason.

Despite his reluctance, Bray unfortunately couldn't repair bronze-grade items.

He's alright at repairing everyday furniture, but bronze-level stuff... well, forget it, he's not that professional.

As a result, in the latter part of the journey, Bray basically walked back carrying his skateboard.

His skateboard broke, so he couldn't even turn back into a cube, so he instinctively carried it back to the safe zone.

However, it wasn't until he reached the edge of the safe zone that Bray realized he could put it in his waist bag.

Standing between the abandoned buildings, Bray wore an expression of existential doubt.

Was I so badly injured that I couldn't even think straight?

While Bray was seriously doubting his claim, a whole group of people stood on a building, all holding bows and arrows and pointing them at him.

"It's you again? So what's going on with you this time?" This group of guys with bows and arrows are undoubtedly the scouts from the safe zone.

The one who asked these questions was the female leader that Bray had previously contacted.

Bray was speechless, and the female leader was even more speechless.

Why is this person coming back from outside? Doesn't he know that outside the safe zone is a death trap?

"Your name?" the female leader asked, frowning.

She noticed that Bray looked disheveled, as if he had tumbled several times in the mud.

She would believe you even if you told her that Bray was a refugee.

"Ah, didn't I already say that?" Bray thought to himself, "Didn't I already get asked a lot of questions before? Do I have to repeat myself now?"

These scouts have such terrible memories.

"name!"

“Blakeras,” Bray answered truthfully.

After a few seconds, he seemed to understand why the other party was being so cautious.

It seems there are many monsters that can mimic humans in this area of ​​Ankyō, so we need to prevent them from infiltrating.

"Okay, come in." After gesturing for the surrounding team members to disperse, the female leader gave Bray a deep look before leaving from Bray's blind spot.

She didn't even bother to ask what Bray was doing outside.

As for Bray, he was unaware that he had become a nuisance to the scouts.

Once he entered the safe zone, he headed straight for the angels' territory.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go to Yunhai's house first, but rather that his current state was truly wretched.

And you might even find your bones cracking after walking just a few steps inside the house.

Don't worry others; you need to get yourself cured first.

---

Inside the unlit church, Bray lay casually on a pew.

Aphrena was an angel after all, so healing Bray's injuries wouldn't have been difficult for her.

There's no need to find a special place; you can just place it on a chair and use the spell.