A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"No..." She suddenly got goosebumps.

Even amidst the laughter and joy around her, she could still sense the intense malice emanating from the other villagers.

Georgia's voice was very soft, but even if she spoke loudly, probably no one would pay attention to her.

"This is the gift for this occasion, Lord Tron!"

"Please wish us a good harvest in the coming months."

The words of the people behind her interrupted Georgia's murmur.

They were praying, praying to something they shouldn't be praying to.

Without being among these people, one cannot understand why they are so fanatical, nor can one comprehend why they would build such an unreasonable fence around themselves.

However, sometimes even in a crowd, you still won't understand.

For example, Bray now has no idea what's there to be happy about.

What's the point of praying to a bunch of demigods who treat humans like livestock?

He hadn't expected that it would be Georgia who was pushed forward this time; he actually had a rather good impression of this cheerful, elfin girl.

"BOOM!!!" As Bray thought this, the sea began to surge.

It was as if a demigod in the deep sea heard the prayers of these people on the shore.

From a distance, one can vaguely see a colossal object approaching.

No, it's not just one, there are two enormous creatures approaching.

Those on the shore were all filled with doubt, wondering what this other enormous creature was.

The seawater was pushed aside, and the things beneath the seabed gradually rose to the surface.

Troon extended part of his body above the water.

Norsencarmen, on the other hand, did not have the slender physique of Troon, and only her eyes were visible.

The two silver species that occupy the coast have gathered here.

After recognizing who the visitors were, the elves became even more confused.

In their minds, Norsencarmen and Troon should be enemies, so why are they appearing together?

“Lord Tron…we…we only have one sacrifice…” an elf stepped forward and said nervously.

But Troon paid no attention to Georgia, the new offering, nor did he listen to the elf speaking above.

He didn't even glance at it closely.

“Nosenkamen. (Unknown language)” Tron uttered a muffled syllable.

“I know.” Norsen Carmen was very dissatisfied with Troon’s commanding tone, but still responded.

They raised huge waves at almost the same time.

Even though they were still about a hundred meters from the shore, the giant waves still surged in very quickly.

At this moment, everyone still didn't understand why these two demigods were doing this.

Some of them had already started running back, but others were still standing there dumbfounded.

However, when Georgia, who was at the very front, faced the turbulent currents created by the waves, she chose to close her eyes.

Life was normal the day before yesterday, but yesterday everything changed drastically, and today it should come to an end.

What these demigods were thinking was no longer important to her.

No matter what, she was doomed; whether she fled or not, she would die.

But Georgia didn't live to see the moment when she was hit by the waves.

The originally surging waves were inexplicably split apart by something unseen from a great distance.

"..." The moment when Brey swung his sword behind him was frozen in time.

Unlike the wave he used at point-blank range last time, this time the distance was far enough for him to cleave it. The wave, split by the mine, lost its forward momentum and dispersed to both sides.

The cliff trembled slightly as the remaining seawater crashed against it.

Bray grabbed Georgia, who still had her eyes closed, and pulled her back.

Georgia was thrown far from the shore by Bray.

She was dragged on the ground for a distance, and the pain forced her to open her eyes.

“Bray?” Georgia looked at Bray in astonishment.

"it's me."

"What are you doing...?"

“I’m doing something really complicated,” Bray said expressionlessly.

"Alright, hurry up and leave. If you don't leave, I'll have to resort to force."

"Uh... a tough approach?" Georgia blinked cutely.

Unfortunately, Bray wasn't buying it; cuteness is worthless in the face of sexiness.

Ahem... I went off-topic, sorry.

Not only was Georgia surprised, but the other escaped elves who hadn't arrived yet were also surprised.

"What...what are you going to do!" an elf questioned Bray in a strange tone.

It's like Bray splitting the waves to save Georgia—something just doesn't feel right.

Bray glanced at the two silver-ranked individuals, then raised his sword with his left hand.

Since he has sword techniques that can split the waves, he must also have sword techniques that can stir up a gale.

With this flick of the wrist, Bray unleashed a gust of wind powerful enough to blow everyone away.

Before the people in those villages could even speak, they were all blown far away by the blast.

This also includes Georgia, whom Bray rescued.

"Eh eh eh!!!!" Georgia, who had just been rescued, watched helplessly as she was blown away.

Not content with just one strike, Bray continued to deliver several more.

After finishing all this, Bray took several deep breaths; doing this with one hand was really quite strenuous.

As for blowing those people away, it wasn't entirely to save them.

Bray mainly didn't want those people to get in his way.

If he were to fight those two big fish in front of him, they might pounce on him and yell things like "No!"

Rather than letting them get in our way, it's better to just get rid of them directly.

"Hmm... are there two this time?" Bray murmured softly, looking at Troon and Norsencarmen who were already approaching.

After seeing another large whale, Bray gradually remembered what he had forgotten.

Norsenkamen... it turns out to be the whale I met a long time ago.

However, it wasn't Bray who took down this whale; at that time, Bray wasn't so powerful that he could go toe-to-toe with this guy at sea.

Well, it doesn't seem to be working out now either.

“I was right, you live in the nearest safe zone,” Troon said with a cold laugh in Common.

Troon and Norsenkamen were not particularly surprised to see their waves being effortlessly parted.

It's more accurate to say that their surprise stemmed from Bray's inability to accomplish it.

Because this is a "hunter" who has killed one Silver rank after another, and is a shaman.

Troon had been wondering where Bray could be, since they could only be in the sea, while Bray could be on land, making it almost impossible for them to actively search for Bray.

Later, He realized that Bray, as a human being, definitely needed to survive, and surviving in the safe zone was the most reasonable thing to do.

It just so happens that this is also the day when a certain village is going to offer a sacrifice, and Troon thinks he can bring Norsenkamen along to try his luck.

Unexpectedly, Bray was actually on the beach, watching these foolish mortals begin their sacrifice.

It's important to understand that Bray's concealment is not the same as invisibility. Troon's vision is still quite broad and sharp, and he can see Bray as long as he is within his line of sight.

That's why He and Norsen Carmen launched an attack without a word.

"Two against one, you Silver Species are starting to gang up on people now," Bray complained.

“This is necessary,” Troon said.

Norsenkamen, standing to the side, remained silent, merely gazing at Bray and waiting for the opportune moment to attack.

"If you leave, the mortals here will die."

“We have plenty of ways to kill these people who are as powerless as ants even in the safe zone,” Troon said quietly.

“You have no other option but to face us.” He spoke with considerable confidence.

There was one more thing He didn't say: even if they were no match for the Bray, they could still escape into the sea.

Bray had no chance of chasing them into the deep sea.

Moreover, it's now two against one, giving them an absolute advantage and putting them in an invincible position.

And that's exactly the case. Bray could die instantly if he made just one big mistake. Fighting multiple Silver-ranked enemies is no different from risking his life.

"..." Bray remained silent, simply surveying the surrounding terrain.

There aren't many places where he can stand and fight, so it would be very difficult in a real fight.

However, after glancing down at his sword, he looked up at the monsters, whose mere exposed bodies were all much taller than him.

Regardless of what these guys say, Bray will still fight the two monsters.

"Last time, you and I both avoided a fight."

“But this time, we are invincible, while you will perish here.” Behind Troon, Norsenkamen snorted coldly from the water.

He felt there was no need for Troon to speak like that now, since only Bray was listening, so Norsencarmen thought Troon was being pretentious.

"Blake..." Troon was about to say something in Common Tongue when Bray had already started sprinting towards the sea.

However, he did not intend to jump into the sea.

Just like when I met Tron before, my mind unfolded into a world that replaced the path ahead.

Although this mental world cannot walk in the air, it can cover complex terrain, even the sea.

Run, grip the sword, and then swing it.

The black sword in his hand extended outwards, slicing off a corner of Troon's head, which was somewhat shaped like a dragon.

Since we can't cut it in half, we'll just cut off a portion.

Bray's attack sounded the battle cry.

"Swoosh!!!" Before the wound that Tron had suffered from Bray's cut had fully healed, Bray shaved off another corner of him.

He was furious at Bray's sneak attack, but no one had said that the battle should be a fair fight.

Meanwhile, Norsenkamen had already leaped out of the sea and was pressing down on the location of Bray.

As He leaped up, the seawater around Him was forcibly pulled up and crashed down with Him.

The surging seawater collides with the land of the imagined world, and reality and projection are constantly intertwined, blurring the scenery.

"Tron, you were too careless. (Unknown voice)" Norsen Carmen, who had been defeated before, had long since discarded the word "careless" from his mind.

“I know!!!! (Unknown language)” Troon forcefully swung his head toward Bray.

"Hmph... (unknown language)"

Bray took a deep breath as he finished his move.

I hope I don't die here.

At that moment, Bray felt as if the whole world was surrounded by the sea.

Above and below, the air is filled with the scent of the sea.

The two silver-level creatures attacked him from both sides in their own way, cutting off all his escape routes.