A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Come up!" A domineering female voice echoed in Bray's ears.

Bray instinctively climbed onto something nearby, not even knowing exactly what he was lying on. He had just been pulled from the sea and hadn't fully recovered.

"Cough cough..." Bray coughed violently a few times, coughing up the water from his lungs.

He shook his head, and his vision cleared up a little.

Bray then realized that he was lying on a snow-white dragon.

This dragon, covered in soft feathers, is a rare monster.

The water on Bray's body fell onto the feathers, but it didn't stay on for even a second before sliding off instantly.

"Roar!!!" The snow-white dragon roared, then accelerated into the air and left the water's vicinity.

It knew very well what kind of monsters lurked in the sea, so it didn't linger for long.

"Thank you...cough cough..." Bray said thank you while coughing heavily.

He looked up and finally realized who had pulled him out of the sea in time.

"Oh, it's you. I was just about to look for you." The one who saved him was Dorothea, whom Bray had been searching for not long ago.

For some unknown reason, Dorothea appeared in this vicinity.

That's why she noticed the battle that was making waves across the entire sea.

As soon as she arrived, she saw the disheveled Bray and promptly scooped him up.

Although she thought that Bray might be able to fight back in the sea, she decided to rescue him first.

"Looking for me?" Dorothea glanced at Bray.

"correct."

"Never mind these trivial matters for now." Dorothea shook her head, looking down at the sea.

“Looks like you also have types you’re not good at dealing with,” she said to Bray behind her.

Dorothea had heard that Bray had killed countless Silver Seeds, but she never expected to see him in such a disheveled state.

As for who told you that, it was naturally other Silver species... but not the benevolent ones.

“There are many things I’m not good at,” Bray said irritably. These two fish weren’t just large; they were oversized.

If you don't use your sword to its fullest extent, you won't be able to cut through the opponent's flesh.

"The whales in the water are coming at us," Dorothea suddenly warned.

Despite the snow-white dragon in flight, given the size of those two silver-colored creatures, they could easily reach that height when leaping out of the water.

"BOOM!!!" As soon as Dorothea finished speaking, the giant whale leaped out of the sea.

“It’s nothing,” Bray said calmly, then raised the hilt of his bladeless sword.

Fragments of sword blades leaped out of the water along with the whales, stirring up waves.

He could still stop that whale. Bray's sword has its limitations.

There are things we can do, and things we can't do.

Of course, there's a lot that can be done.

Each fragment is like an independent sword, each displaying its own attack.

The waves they raised crashed heavily against Norsenkamen, burying him from mid-air.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!" When Norsenkamen was forced back into the sea, the splashing water was even more exaggerated than the height at which the flying dragon was.

"Artificial spirit...you're in the way. (Unknown voice)" His voice traveled from beneath the sea to the air.

Even if Dorothea didn't step forward, Norsencarmen knew her identity.

That unique aura is something that all silver-grade items can recognize.

A chaotic individual composed of mortals mixed with silver-type components is quite disgusting.

Upon hearing Norsencarmen's words, Dorothea merely glanced at Him coldly from high above, without uttering any harsh words.

"Tron, it's your turn. (Unknown voice)"

Although Norsenkamen's attack was thwarted, it bought Troon some breathing time.

The wound that Thorn had been inflicted by Bray was beginning to stop bleeding and heal.

Even if the whale hadn't said anything, Troon was already planning to make a move.

He raised his head heavily, swung his tail, and roared at the thunder in the sky.

Due to Bray's suppression, He and Norsen Carmen have not yet been able to unleash the power of their concepts.

They can only fight using their own primal power, which makes them somewhat anxious and irritable.

A ball of azure light gathered in Tron's mouth.

The color of the deep sea can be faintly seen inside the sphere of light.

"Tron! You're going to affect me!" Norsenkamen roared at Troon.

However, Troon ignored Norsencarmen; he was already quite angry.

Neither of the two men could kill Bray, and he was even rescued by some unknown guy.

How can we let this human go? How can we not kill him?

"That guy won't listen to anything anyone says anymore," Dorothea said calmly from behind the dragon.

“You understand?” Bray asked.

“Of course,” Dorothea replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

It was as if they were entitled to understand what these silver-level beings were saying.

"I'll take care of these two guys after that," she said in a very relaxed tone.

"Anyway, concepts will be suppressed in your vicinity, so I can deal with them quite easily now."

Unlike Bray, Dorothea didn't care about the size of these silver-type creatures; what troubled her most was their concepts.

She was indeed able to counter the concept of the Silver species because of her nature, but the effect was far less decisive than Bray's "Swan Song".

In Dorothea's view, the larger the size, the better, because they were all like live targets.

Slow movements and dulled senses.

"Whatever." Bray had already slumped down like a salted fish.

Bray, who had nearly drowned, was naturally delighted to hear that Dorothea intended to take over the battle.

Dorothea glanced sideways at Bray, who had already begun to adjust his breathing.

After seeing Bray, she thought of something and decided to talk to him.

However, for now, it's better to focus on the two giant fish in front of us.

"..." A cube-shaped wormhole appeared next to Dorothea, and she suddenly grabbed from it, pulling out a huge shield.

The moment the shield was dragged out, the power that had been building up in Tron's mouth erupted, manifesting itself in the simplest and most brutal form—

Bombardment.

This attack looks like a powerful water cannon, but if that ignorant person actually thinks it's just a simple water cannon, they will surely die a terrible death.

"Hmph..." Dorothea snorted coldly, unfolding her heart like a world.

In an instant, everyone seemed to see a garden that changed with the seasons.

The elven queen's attire also underwent a subtle change.

The outfit transitioned from trousers and short boots to light armor that matched the style of the shield.

"Uh... cross-dressing?" Bray instinctively muttered.

"Don't complain," Dorothea said coldly. She herself didn't understand why she had to change clothes after using the mental image world.

While it looks nice, it's really hard to understand.

Of course, these little things seem less important at this moment.

One after another, deep blue, semi-transparent barriers opened up in front of the shield.

These barriers are stacked forward, and the area increases as they are unfolded.

Eventually, the barrier in front of this shield became so massive that it completely enveloped her, Bray, and the dragon.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!" Tron's bombardment shattered the first barrier.

When the barrier was shattered, it made a crisp sound like glass breaking.

But the bombardment from Troon continued, and the ripples dispersed the seawater, revealing the reefs and sand beneath the shallows.

Norsenkamen was also thrown to the side, and a small part of his scalpel was worn away.

"Ping!" A barrier shattered.

"Ping!!" Another barrier shattered.

The sound of shattering glass was incessant, and the shield gradually diminished the power of Troon's attack.

Finally, after the only barrier shattered, the bombardment completely lost its power.

The azure beam of light disappeared.

"Crack, crack—" The shield in Dorothea's hand began to shatter.

The elven queen released her grip on the shield, allowing the utterly destroyed shield to fall from the sky.

"Another good shield is gone," Dorothea murmured with a rather wistful tone, but she didn't seem to regret it much.

"You lie there quietly, I'll be right back," she said to Bray, who was lying there like a salted fish.

In Bray's right eye, which was filled with question marks, Dorothea leaped up from the snow-white dragon.

She pulled a huge longbow from her armory and stood majestically in the void.

At the same time, the scenery of her mental world flashed by once again, changing her into another elegant long dress.

"Uh, another outfit change. Why is it all in the style of the Eastern Continent?" Bray complained again.

"Stop complaining." Dorothea said impatiently again, her sharp ears able to hear Bray's complaints even from a distance.

The sea breeze blew towards Dorothea, who stood in the air, lifting her long skirt.

The moment her skirt billowed up, the giant bow in her hand was already fully drawn.

With a whoosh, the sound of the bowstring being released rang out, but the arrow had already left the bow.

An arrow made of pure magic shot straight at Tron, who had just fired a shot.

Unlike Bray's sword, this arrow continued to grow larger after it was shot.

Finally, the arrow easily pierced Troon's mouth.

At this moment, the beam of light from the arrow was no less powerful than Bitron's attack.

Gray blood exploded everywhere, like a particularly murky rain that had fallen that day.

Dorothea retrieved the bow, which was three or four times larger than herself, and jumped back behind the dragon.

Although the cost was a bit high, at least we managed to take care of one of them.

Troon's head was blown off by an arrow, leaving only his slender body.

As Troon's body lost all its strength, its slender frame sank heavily into the sea.

"Boom!!!!" The whip-like body slammed into the seawater and smashed the rocks.

A huge sea monster lay near the ruined shore, its smooth scales washed by the seawater.

"The Road to the Sea" Troon died just like that.

While unleashing a powerful attack, he also exposed a fatal opening.

As a giant sea monster, it possesses strength but has lost agility.

It seems quite common to be caught off guard and killed.

But from the perspective of other Silver Species, being killed before even having used the concept was extremely frustrating.