A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Al tentatively turned his head, wanting to know where Bray was, and then his eyes met Bray's right eye.

Too close, the distance is too close.

It panicked and tripped over a large rock.

If you trip while running at such a high speed, you can easily imagine the consequences.

"Swish swish swish—" Al's body flew out and slid a long distance on the ground.

This mistake was fatal.

Bray appeared behind Al, gripping his longsword expressionlessly.

Due to extreme fear, Al was unable to maintain his disguise, and his appearance fluctuated between a gel-like state and a human form.

"Don't kill Al."

"Help me."

"Al, no!" Al was trying his best to plead for help and beg for mercy.

It doesn't want to die; it's a biological instinct.

The same applies to the reproduction and expansion of one's own population.

Bray naturally sensed the fear emanating from the other party, and at that moment, Bray felt a real sense that he was the villain.

But Bray didn't say anything to the monster, nor did he intend to stop or let it go.

Because he never considered himself a good person.

Does Bray lack compassion? Yes, he does, just not right now.

Nobody wants to die, and the mimicry beasts eat people out of instinct, simply for survival.

Are they guilty? No, at least in nature they are innocent.

Unfortunately, this is not a reason for Bray to stop.

The mimicry beast was doing what was right to itself, while Bray was doing what wasn't right to himself.

“Al-Ma…” Bray uttered the other’s name, and then drew his sword.

"Clang—" The sword blade swung out, leaving a white streak in its wake.

But what Bray cut through was not Al's body, but the white mist.

Thick white fog enveloped both Bray and Al.

At the same time, the previously dormant glow within the bottle at Bray's waist began to stir restlessly.

They flew around inside the bottle, almost filling the empty bottle with light.

This phenomenon illustrates one thing—

"Stop, you idiotic hunter." An aged voice echoed through the white mist.

Then, mirrors began to be placed in a circle, one after another, at a distance from the ground.

Each mirror was far away from Bray, beyond the range where concepts would be suppressed, as if they had specifically studied all of Bray's abilities.

Despite such caution, her words still revealed an undisguised arrogance.

"You can't be allowed to hurt it, it's the only one left."

That misty figure naturally belonged to Miriel.

Upon hearing the sudden voice, Bray kicked the skateboard.

The skateboard retracted into a cube in mid-air, was grabbed by Bray, and tossed directly into his waist bag.

The entire movement was completed in one smooth motion.

Then Bray had to do the most important thing—

"Only one child... Is this monster your offspring?" He muttered subconsciously, then swung a sword at his side without even blinking.

"Ping!" A mirror was shattered from a distance, but soon another mirror appeared to replace the shattered one.

Since the other party didn't get close to him at all, Bray couldn't determine what the other party's concept was.

When mirrors are placed around someone, it can create a lot of visual confusion for the person inside.

However, this trickery is meaningless as long as Bray uses his cunning.

“Let’s go,” Miriel said to Al in his aged voice.

He was initially skeptical of Jonathan's words, but he cautiously paid more attention to them.

Surprisingly, Jonathan wasn't lying.

That guy... that "hunter of demigods" has really set his sights on the monsters he enlightened.

Knowing that Bray possessed the ability to suppress the concept of Silver, Miriel naturally became much more cautious.

At least the distance was guaranteed.

Al looked up at the formless entity and felt a surge of joy.

It knew who Miriel was; Miriel was the being that filled it with joy.

“Father…” Al wanted to say a word he almost never uttered, but unfortunately, he was too stiff to say it.

It would be difficult for Al to come up with too many terms these days.

Even babies need three or four years to learn to speak, let alone monsters that have just been enlightened.

"Hmph...you can already say so much." Miriel looked at Al with satisfaction.

This monster's growth rate has exceeded Miriel's expectations.

From Miriel's own perspective on time, it planned to spend hundreds of years creating a monster race that met its requirements.

A hundred years is a very short time in His eyes.

"Alright, hurry up and leave. There's no point in dying." Miriel's liquid arm emerged from the thick fog and slapped Al away.

Admittedly, Al was important to Him, but that was in a "creative" sense.

Al was caught between Brey and Miriel, and was nothing at all.

Bray, who was temporarily trapped by the mirror, naturally perceived the scene of Al being slapped away.

It looks terrible on screen, but as long as Al flies away at this moment, there's no way Bray can catch him.

"Human, it seems you have lost the chance to hunt my precious creation."

“And… in my opinion, you’ve forever lost the chance to hunt it.” Miriel’s voice came from behind the mirror.

"..." Bray continued to tentatively destroy the mirror, but to no avail.

Before Bray launched his real attack, Milier had no intention of revealing his abilities.

Since Miriel can be called "Mirror Image," her abilities must be related to this aspect.

However, His power is not simply a "mirror," but a "reflection."

Using mirrors is simply an extension of this concept.

Miriel chose the Mimicry Beast as her mentor not only because the Mimicry Beast's body structure was similar to her own.

Another point is that the mimicry of intelligent races shares similarities with their own concepts.

Given all of the above, Miriel had a rather favorable impression of these weak monsters, and thus specifically chose them.

Of course, whether this is a good thing or a bad thing for the mimicry beasts is another matter.

"At first I thought the news that you were coming was false."

“I never imagined you actually crossed half of the Eastern Continent,” Miriel said quietly.

In truth, Miriel couldn't understand why a human who originally lived in the Middle Continent would come to the Eastern Continent.

Does it make any sense? No.

Or is this human really planning to kill all the Silver Race?

To have such thoughts is truly arrogant.

Even if this lower-level species is truly that strong, it would take him his entire life to sweep away the silver-level species.

Lower-level species, especially the Black Iron species, have a limited lifespan, and their strength weakens as their lifespan increases.

Why would Blakelas, the "hunter of demigods," have such thoughts?

“Not even halfway done yet,” Bray replied earnestly.

“I think Jonathan told you about my news,” he added.

“It seems you’re not as naive as the rumors suggest.” Miriel was a little surprised; she hadn’t expected Bray to immediately reveal who had given her the information.

"Just as I thought..." Bray sighed.

Bray knew all along that Jonathan wouldn't help him for no reason; the guy was always ready to "honestly" tell others more.

The anthropomorphic meat on Jonathan's stall was also hinting at something.

However, Bray did not expect to be involved with the Silver species again; he originally thought it was just a mutation of a monster.

“Then, that’s enough, human,” Miriel said.

But He had no intention of fighting, and after saying that, Miriel had the idea of ​​leaving.

He did not appear to fight Bray.

Although He was quite annoyed by Bray's hunting of His creations, He was also well aware that confronting Bray would be extremely risky.

It seems that Takaman is also dead.

However, in terms of combat power, this human is estimated to have reached the level of a martial arts fighter among the Silver race.

Therefore, Miriel did not want to fight the "hunters of demigods." Successfully sending away the enlightened mimicry beast was enough for her.

Al will continue to learn, and although they may not become much stronger, they will become increasingly dangerous.

Possessing intelligence is itself a powerful threat to other existences.

If it were in the past, if lower species discovered that some primitive groups were beginning to develop intelligence, they would definitely try every means to suppress and eliminate them.

"..." Bray's face also darkened; he naturally knew that he had lost the possibility of pursuing Al.

Al may not dare to return here, but wherever it goes, it will bring a terrifying threat.

In other words, it can kill countless people.

During the hunt for Al, he noticed that the creature could split... This meant that there would be more than one "Al," and there would be a second and a third.

"What exactly are you planning to do with that thing?" Bray couldn't help but ask.

"Want to know?" Miriel could have said nothing, but suddenly he became interested.

"I am creating a race that can replace you inferior species." His laughter echoed in Bray's ears. "The inferior species will one day be wiped out, and then these monsters will become the species that replaces the inferior species."

Miriel, shrouded in mist, watched Bray with interest through the mirror.

Bray lowered his right eyelid, then moved.

But just as he swung his sword, it was blocked by another sword.

"Ding!" The crisp sound echoed repeatedly in the space surrounded by mirrors.

Not only that, but several other swords were slashing towards Bray's blind spot.

Those wielding these swords were all people who looked exactly like Bray, or rather, their reflections.

Those mirrors weren't just for surrounding Bray; what they reflected could become reality.

Just like these "mines".

However, these reflected "Bray" were swept away and destroyed by the real Bray in the next second.

If the reflection is hit, it's like a pebble being thrown into a lake, creating countless ripples.

After the ripples, the reflection is completely destroyed.

These reflections were not originally weak; they would have had the same strength as the original body.

Unfortunately, the reflections created by these concepts are far too close to Bray.