A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Come on!" This time, it wasn't Whiteface who shouted, but the disheveled Bray.

While the mental world allows Bray to ignore all his injuries and fight by overdrawing his own strength, it is not the only way to achieve his goals.

However, there are definitely limits to this.

That limit is the arrival of dawn in one's mind.

Bray understood this, so no matter how many times he fell, he would get up immediately.

The injury was so deep, didn't it hurt? Of course it hurt.

The mental world did not block out pain, nor did it heal Bray's injuries.

It simply locked away his "death," allowing him to fight like a berserker.

So lying on the ground groaning in pain is a complete waste of time.

Bray exhaled a breath of stale air and gripped the two swords in his hands tightly.

Then, as the turbid air dissipated, the sword was unleashed.

Accompanied by the resounding clang of the sword, space twisted and shattered.

The sword no longer unleashed streaks of white light, but rather a "surface".

Fourteen "faces" cut through the space, shattering everything that hinders its extension.

"Eighteen Styles" and "Fourteen Phases"

Faced with this terrifying move, Bai Mian remained remarkably calm, raising the ordinary weapon that had accompanied him for countless years.

White Face didn't use any sword techniques; he just did a simple ground slash.

But with that one strike, Bray's entire sword technique crumbled instantly.

This seems to be a merciless mockery, suggesting that the chasm between mortals and gods can never be bridged.

But just then, a strong drowsiness overwhelmed Bai Mian.

The white-faced man's body suddenly stiffened, revealing a huge opening.

He first let out a low growl like a wild beast, but then suppressed it the next second.

He quickly readjusted his posture and faced Bray.

His only eye, visible through his shattered helmet, stared blankly at Bray.

"Are you being soft-hearted?" Bai Mian said coldly.

That was Bray's last chance to seriously injure himself, but his opponent didn't do so.

"..." Bray had fought many Aragami, so he naturally knew what had happened to Hakumian just now.

The white flour had just teetered on the brink of collapse.

If it were someone else, they probably would have become someone who blindly hates all living beings just now.

It's already incredible that they managed to pull themselves back from the brink of collapse.

"You have no room for leniency."

"You were naive not to take advantage of my opening earlier."

“I just don’t want to fight someone who has lost themselves,” Bray said calmly.

"What's the difference between the Baimian who lost himself and the Baimian we know now?" Baimian asked.

“…” Bray fell silent.

"They're all monsters, no difference," Whiteface said.

"I'm not someone you can defeat with your carefree attitude." The sword, forged from wreckage, easily cleaved through the landscape of the mind's image.

The gloom in the sky seemed to be dispelled by the power of this sword.

Even in a life-or-death battle, Bray still couldn't defeat Whiteface.

However, compared to his initial disheveled state, Bray has now at least shattered part of White Face's armor.

Some might think that Whiteface wearing armor is a disadvantage for Bray.

In reality, the armor was not even as effective as the physical strength of the two people at that moment.

The white armor was merely used to conceal his numerous wounds and his identical appearance to Bray's.

"Bang!" White Face deliberately smashed all the armor on his right arm.

Since breaking most of the arm armor would hinder movement, it's better to break it all.

After doing all this, he calmly walked towards Bray.

The fortress that Bray relied on behind him was gradually shattered by repeated attacks.

The fortress, like a broad, black sword, was riddled with cracks.

If this fortress falls, then Bray will surely fall too.

"What's wrong? So much time has passed, and your sword still isn't sharp enough?"

"Or is its sharpness merely this much?" the pale-faced man mocked mercilessly.

Only two swords could answer the mockery of the white-faced man.

"Clang!!" Sparks flew everywhere.

After the sparks were released, they seemed to be caught in a vortex, spinning endlessly around the two of them.

"Don't you still have a daughter?"

"Aren't you going to bury your wife too?"

"This kind of sword can't help you keep your promise; it will only bring you death."

The pale-faced man's voice was cold and icy, making it impossible to associate him with the swordsman who would attend Bray's wedding.

It was as if he had never saved Naruko or protected Nia.

At this moment, all he felt was murderous intent and disdain for Bray.

"..." But Bray just looked calmly at the white face.

“It wouldn’t matter if you didn’t say these things,” he said quietly, his voice completely flat.

"If we're honest with each other, nothing will look bad."

Whiteface paused for a moment, then his entire helmet shattered under Bray's sword.

Bray slashed his longsword from left to right.

This sword strike was more like a hammer, slamming heavily onto Bai Mian's helmet.

The helmet shattered, and countless fragments flew to the right due to the impact.

It was as if a sand dune had been blown away by a strong wind from the left.

"Be honest..." The white-faced man's face, even more aged than that of Zibule, was fully revealed.

His hair was more gray and messier than Bray's.

His beard hadn't been cut in a long time, making him look very unkempt.

His open eyes were lifeless, and his pupils were unfocused.

Hakumen had already reached the limit of the Aragami, even before this timeline was restarted.

No matter what he does, his condition will worsen; he'll be better at using a sword, and even better at using concepts.

Unable to stop his own breakdown, he could only slow the deterioration of the process by constantly reducing his activities.

However, the very act of opening the timeline significantly accelerated his collapse.

Therefore, his end was inevitable.

Therefore, he would not take any unnecessary actions.

In this timeline, the thing Bai Mian does most is sleep. He probably doesn't think too much or do anything meaningless when he's sleeping.

Even so, he sometimes did some meaningless things.

Fighting Bray now is pointless.

Yes, it has no real meaning; it's more about proving something vague and unrealistic.

Throughout the battle, Hakumen was constantly pulling himself back from the brink of complete collapse.

Especially now that the battle has progressed to this point, his condition has begun to deteriorate, and he needs to expend more energy to suppress his breakdown.

Because he was fighting with all his might, his condition deteriorated much faster than normal.

As expected, it only took a little over an hour for me to lose control of the breakdown.

After his breakdown, he won't become weaker; he'll simply no longer be himself.

"Roar!!!" White Face couldn't help but let out a low roar.

But now he no longer cares about such beastly behavior.

“Then I’ll just tell you directly, Blakeras,” Whiteface said in his own voice.

"Kill me, or I'll kill you."

“Because if I collapse, this world will be destroyed anyway,” White Face said.

If the white powder gets out of control, the resulting destruction will only be greater, not less.

There's no need to wait for the golden seed; the rampaging white seed is enough.

Whiteface never even considered that Bray had the ability to kill him, not even once.

So all he wanted to do was kill Bray and end this doomed tragedy as soon as possible.

"If you can kill me, if mortals can kill monsters, then prove it to me quickly."

"Time is running out." White Face gripped his sword tightly, constantly reminding himself that he was still a man with his own will.

"Also, you are not allowed to use 'Divine Source'."

If Bray were to use "Divine Source" in an attempt to overcome himself, all his efforts would be in vain.

If Bray is used, Whiteface will regret his foolish decision to keep Bray around until now.

"Of course I won't use it, you idiot," Bray cursed, then went to meet him.

At the very first moment of the battle, "Divine Source" was urging itself to accept the power.

Because everything Bray said was telling him that he couldn't defeat this god of the wilderness, and that he couldn't defeat Whiteface without external help.

However, even now, after countless times of getting up, Bray still hasn't used it.

He's a simple person; he doesn't want to become a monster.

“Breaklas!!!” The two shouted each other’s names.

What a meaningless shout.

But is it really meaningless?

Of course it makes sense; they're both telling each other that they are Breclas, and no one else.

He was neither a great guy nor an unknown figure.

"Tear!!" The white-faced man's sword slashed down, almost severing Bray's right arm.

But Bray didn't shout it out, swallowing back the scream from his throat.

"Don't let your mind wander." Bray stared at the pale-faced man, a man who looked far more weathered than himself.

"None of us have any reason to hold back our strength."

The white-faced man's sword strike was not only weak, but also full of flaws—

Because he also needs to maintain his own consciousness.

Should Bute hold back because of this? Should he abandon this weakness?

"Then don't hold back either."

"Just cut it down." The pale-faced man's deep voice rang out.