A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

If you simplify your thinking, everything becomes easier, and all the unreasonable things will eventually become the norm.

That's exactly what Troon is doing now.

And as a result, He was worshipped and venerated as before.

Many demigods were worshipped as gods in many places before, and there are many such records in books.

After eliminating the fear brought by the demigods themselves, all that remained was reverence for power and compromise.

"We are neither sinful beings nor denied beings."

“Here, we are truly gods.”

“‘The hunter of demigods,’ your attack on me is itself a ‘sin,’ do you understand?” Troon said slowly, his tone calm.

Did Troon not know of Bray's infamy? He did.

However, the silver beings that Bray defeated were all of a size that mortals could reach, but His size was not within those ordinary ranges.

He could destroy this coastline with his body if He so desired, without needing any concepts.

No matter how sharp a sword is, if you cut to its limit, it can only peel off a little bit of your own skin.

He was not overly afraid of Bray's presence, and besides, he wasn't the only one on the shore.

There's another Silver One nearby; with Bray radiating his aura like this, Norsen Carmen should swim over too.

However, it's rather strange that we haven't seen Norsenkamen yet.

If there are two Silver-tier characters, no matter how strong Brey is, he won't be able to withstand it.

Bray glanced at Troon calmly, having clearly heard what he said.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Bray asked.

“So that you can get out of this place,” Troon said.

“Ummkandar, the demigod, has no intention of creating too much conflict with you.”

"Since there's no point in us getting anything out of you, it's best to keep our distance."

"If you want to face reality, then leave the Northern Continent. Your presence should not be found in the land where we are based."

Although Troon was not afraid of Bray, He still intended to obey Umkandal's words.

Bray nodded silently. After hearing these words, he could somewhat understand the plan of the "alliance of the gods".

Umm Kandar was prepared to completely implement his plan without contacting the ordination holders.

Once the goal is achieved, the person observing the precepts can no longer influence the overall situation.

Bray understood this as well; for example, in this safe zone, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't change the status quo.

The influence of an individual is gradually diluted.

But this is also the reason why Bray went to great lengths to find the "alliance of the gods"—to solve the root cause.

Even doing so would accelerate the world's transition to the "next phase."

But as Bai Mian said, no matter what, that day will come.

What's the difference between going faster and going slower?

The ultimate possibility is to find an opportunity while he is still alive and before all those who uphold the precepts have died.

Otherwise, this timeline would perish just like countless others before it.

Bray drew the broadsword with his left hand and then measured the difference between the sword and Troon's size.

"As expected, the gap is still too large." Bray muttered to himself, even if he cut in, it wouldn't hurt others.

At most, it's just scraping off dead skin for others, and they might even find it quite comfortable and give you a five-star review.

In his normal state, it would be impossible for Bray to reproduce the power of each of his sword strikes during his fight with Hakumen.

He looked calmly at Troon, whose eyes were even smaller than Troon's; the fight seemed about to become very difficult.

However, the one thing that will not change is the desire to "fight".

He wiped the water droplets that had splashed onto his broadsword with his right hand, which had not yet fully recovered.

Then they stepped onto a fictitious foothold in mid-air.

It is not made of magic, but rather provided by the quietly unfolding world of mental images.

For Bray at this moment, what lay ahead was not the sea, but a desolate land.

The broadsword shattered, but instead of scattering as before, it remained intertwined.

In that instant, the broadsword stretched infinitely, as if it could even cleave the sea in two.

He went all out from the start, regardless of whether he could win or not; in short, Bray didn't want to drag it out for too long.

Because I was too tired, I decided to run away if I couldn't win. With a single sword strike, I cleaved through all the obstacles.

Even the seawater was split into two parts, upper and lower.

Gray blood, proportional to Troon's size, splattered from His body.

Blood spilled into the sea instantly polluted the surface.

Bray's sword was indeed quite small compared to Troon's size.

But at the moment the sword was swung, the jet-black sword stretched infinitely into the distance.

The fragmented blades slashed deeply into His flesh.

This was different from what Troon had imagined. He had originally thought that no matter how strong Bray was, such a sword could at most only pierce his skin.

He absolutely did not expect that he would be cleaved open by a single sword strike.

The gushing blood formed a waterfall, continuously flowing into the sea. If Bray's sword had been a little wider, Troon would probably have been cut in half.

“It’s not over yet.” Bray glanced coldly at Troon, assumed a fighting stance, and took a deep breath.

The air, filled with the scents of sea and forest, made him feel much more awake.

The "black key," which had not yet been restored to its original state, now spanned a distance of nearly twenty meters, like a giant outstretched wing.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!" Bray stomped on the desolate land, right in front of Troon, and slashed down heavily with his jet-black sword.

"Onis Sword Technique" "Beast Transformation Slash"

With a beastly roar, the blade became lodged in Tron's body.

Blood spurted from the squeezed wound.

However, because Troon moved his body, the location of this sword strike was not the same as the previous wound; otherwise, Troon would have been cut open.

"Roar!!!" Troon roared in pain, struggling desperately to break free from Bray's sword.

After breaking free of the sword that was stuck in his body, he distanced himself from Bray.

"Die!" Overwhelmed by pain, Troon forgot to speak Common and uttered a word that Bray couldn't understand.

He didn't just talk about it; he put it into action.

Trona's body and tail, which had been hidden deep beneath the surface of the sea, finally surfaced.

That's much longer than the part of His head that peeks out of the sea; it could easily cover part of the coastline.

With overwhelming size and strength, Troon's attacks can destroy everything with just a simple movement.

"Whoosh!!!!!" Tron's long body lashed out like a whip from a distant point towards the shore.

This heavy blow slammed the endless seawater onto the shore, while simultaneously shattering a large area of ​​rocks.

With just a flick of its tail, the vast coastline was swallowed up by the sea and shrank considerably.

Bray didn't just stand there waiting to be submerged; he had already gotten on his skateboard and was riding the waves to get in.

The towering waves submerged the fortress of the mental world, and the land projected was swallowed up by the sea in reality.

So Bray had to end his mental world and pull out his skateboard.

Now is not the time to turn back and clash with Troon; the distance from which this guy stirs up waves is far too close.

It practically lunged at me face-to-face, leaving no time to slash it away with a sword.

"Boom boom boom!!!" Bray could clearly feel the oppressive force of the waves behind him.

The threat posed by these waves is greater than that of the silver seed itself.

The thunderous roar of the waves gave him the illusion that several railcars were chasing him frantically side by side.

At present, Bray has no way of guaranteeing that he will survive if he is submerged in the sea.

His physical abilities were only barely comparable to those of top adventurers; he couldn't withstand such an impact.

The chill of the seawater behind me was undoubtedly like a scythe of death about to fall.

"Boom!!!!" The waves crashed down, destroying the trees.

Bray, on his skateboard, used the force of the waves to quickly move away from the submerged shore.

"BOOM!!!!" Amid the crashing sound of the seawater, the faint sound of Troon churning his body could be heard.

Troon roared to the sky at sea, his eyes fixed on the direction Bray was looking.

The seawater that eventually surged forward stopped at the foot of the mine, unable to spread further.

Once the flood monster was no longer driven by humans, it immediately became docile.

"Phew..." Bray exhaled a breath of stale air and looked in Troon's direction.

However, Tron seemed to have thought of something and silently sank his body down.

Even as the water was about to engulf His eyes, He still did not look away from Bray.

“Next time will be your doomsday.” (Unknown) Tron muttered to himself.

After the seawater receded from the shore, Troon was nowhere to be seen; it seemed he had dived into the sea.

If that's the case, Bray won't be able to deal with Troon; the opponent has a million ways to escape.

In the ocean, how could a bray possibly outrun a fish?

Besides, if Bray were to actually risk diving into the sea, he would probably be instantly killed, and the mental world wouldn't allow Bray to breathe underwater.

"As expected, one sword strike wasn't enough to cut it down; it's too big." Bray sheathed his sword with a hint of regret.

Of course, the power of the sword will be greatly reduced as the "black key" extends infinitely.

This is also one of the reasons why they couldn't kill Troon with a single blow.

However, if it's not extended, it simply won't be long enough to cut through Tron, creating a vicious cycle.

Bray stretched his limbs, then once again concealed his presence, making sure the other silver-ranked individuals wouldn't notice him.

It seems this hunt has ended in failure.

He shook his head helplessly, leaving behind a trail of devastation on the coastline.

Fortunately, the safe zone was some distance from the coast, so Troon's attack didn't affect the elves.

Otherwise, Bray would feel that he had caused the deaths of a large number of people.

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On the other side, Troon was deep in the sea, gray blood bubbling up continuously.

The once azure sea was now tinged with a hazy gray.

"Glug glug—" Some bubbles oozed out of Tron's wound, like balloons in an amusement park.

The pain stimulated Troon's nerves, making his already sluggish movements even slower.

The enormous monster would normally be unusually sluggish in its movements and senses, but because the wound was so huge, its pain was exceptionally intense.

He sank little by little, and then drifted away to some place.

"You look terrible, Troon." (Unknown phrase)

A whale, so large it defies description, emerged from the darkness of the sea and looked mockingly at the injured Troon.

He is Norsenkamen.

His skull was once smashed and he was recuperating until recently when the Silver Seed took over Kapras, at which point he reappeared.