A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Maybe we can't go back." Bray sighed, wondering why she would think of such a nonsensical thing.

“Impossible.” Dorothea thought it was utterly delusional for Bray to say that “there’s no going back.”

"Okay, okay," Bray replied in a tone used to coax a child.

Dorothea could tell that Bray's tone was strange, but she didn't care.

"Then let's go in." After receiving Bray's promise, she nodded to herself and led Bray into the maze.

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Two minutes later.

The two people in the maze stopped and did not continue.

"It's not what I expected," Bray muttered.

After entering the maze, the surroundings were not those rock walls.

Apart from an outer wall, there was nothing inside; no walls, no roads.

You can even see a broken wall in the center.

But from the outside, it looks like an incredibly complex maze.

“We just can’t see it.” Dorothea tapped the air beside her.

The place looked empty, but Dorothea's hand clearly felt an obstacle.

Unfortunately, the feedback felt strange, as if it couldn't be described with anything concrete.

It felt like she was hitting some kind of invisible wall, but Dorothea didn't hear a knocking sound, nor did she feel any "touch".

They were indeed in a maze, but the maze was invisible.

“I can give it a try.” In this situation, Bray felt it was time to open his eyes. “How about it?” Dorothea leaned against the invisible wall behind her and glanced at Bray, who was as still as a meditating monk.

Bray didn't answer immediately, but instead took a deep breath.

“Twisting and turning, all sorts of colors,” he replied with his eyes closed.

In the world of the mind's eye, the shapes of the surrounding walls are constantly changing, and the colors on them are also changing rapidly.

The color gave Bray a direct feeling—

It's exactly the same as the ever-changing colors on bubbles.

Although Bray was also curious whether what he observed with his mind's eye was actually "color".

Of course, he "saw" more than just that.

"???" Based solely on Bray's description, Dorothea had absolutely no idea what kind of place she was in.

Could you be more specific?

“A maze made of solid bubbles,” Bray added, giving Dorothea a more detailed description.

"..." Dorothea suddenly realized that asking Bray was a very foolish thing to do.

Unaware that Dorothea was internally criticizing him, Bray silently opened his right eye.

He looked a little tired; figuring out the maze was more difficult than he had imagined.

"Have you found the way yet?" Although Dorothea thought it was silly to ask Bray, she couldn't help but ask anyway.

“Found it.” Bray nodded, finally not disappointing Dorothea.

“However, this place is not as peaceful as it looks.” After he finished speaking, he fiercely slashed at the invisible wall in front of him with his sword.

There was no sound, but the view in front of Dorothea and Bray was ripped apart, like a curtain being torn apart.

The wall that had deceived normal vision had not completely collapsed, but Bray could still see the other side through the cracks.

Behind the curtain stood two monsters with vastly different appearances.

The invisible walls, after being destroyed by the mines, repaired themselves at an alarming rate.

Everything around me seemed like a dream, an illusion from beginning to end.

It's like looking at the scenery in front of you and suddenly punching it, causing the scenery to be incredibly smashed and develop a net-like pattern.

"This place has a lot of silver."

“I remember, there are a lot,” Bray emphasized.

With just a casual glance, he found a large quantity of silver.

These demigods seemed to be guarding something important in the labyrinth.

The more this was the case, the more suspicious Bray felt about this place. Perhaps the center of the maze really was the Silver Seed that Jonathan had mentioned.

“Perfect.” Dorothea glanced at the two monsters and wiped her lips with her finger.

Dorothea had long been dissatisfied with this group of Silver Races who had taken over the Northern Continent and were causing chaos.

"Boom!!!" Finally, Bray heard the first sound other than his voice and Dorothea's.

The silver-blooded creature behind the wall pushed aside the impenetrable wall and roared at Bray and Dorothea.

"A five-headed dog, and a wingless half-chicken-man." Bray succinctly summarized the characteristics of the two Silver races in one sentence.

However, he didn't make it clear that the half-chicken-man had a chicken lower body and a human upper body.

"This dog is quite good-looking, but the other one is ugly," Dorothea commented on the two silver-type dogs from an aesthetic point of view.

Fortunately, the two silver-haired creatures didn't hear their conversation, otherwise they wouldn't have roared like that.

It's highly likely that it will be a loud roar.

The two lurking Silver-type creatures had already sensed Dorothea's presence and originally planned to ambush her, but they didn't expect that they would be exposed first.

Why would the proud Silver race be willing to ambush a mere lower race? Because the lower race before them is a so-called monastic.

"One for each person?" Bray tried to ask.

"One for each person." Dorothea wanted to save some weapons.

As soon as Dorothea finished speaking, she grabbed a chainsaw.

That chainsaw had a strong heavy metal feel; it was as if Dorothea might start rocking out on the spot at any moment.

It has to be said that Dorothea's weapons have such a variety of styles that Bray can't even begin to describe them.

Unlike Bray, she couldn't sense the surrounding walls. Even with her senses fully activated, she couldn't observe these air walls.

Fortunately, these invisible walls don't seem to be as indestructible as the outer walls.

Even if the repairs are quick, as long as it can be destroyed, it poses no problem for Dorothea.

That's why she used a chainsaw; whether it's visible or not, she could just tear it all apart and move forward.

Bray, who was also preparing to draw his sword, was so shocked when he saw the "buzzing" chainsaw that his eyes almost popped out.

"I want that dog." After saying that, Dorothea pulled up the chainsaw and rushed over in her boots.

She couldn't accept the other silver-type, so she gave it to Bray.

Upon seeing this scene, the word "reckless" naturally came to mind for Bray.

The chainsaw was operating at high speed, even creating sparks from who-knows-where in the air through friction.

Those snowflake-like long hair and those azure eyes were burning and boiling.

In that instant, Dorothea unleashed an aura completely opposite to that of the icy beauty.

"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Bray, feeling something was missing, subconsciously reminded Dorothea.

"..." Dorothea paused for a second, feeling as if something was missing.

Although she did not respond to Bray verbally, she still began to explore her mental world.

The flowing long dress, accompanied by the roar of a chainsaw, transforms into the light armor of a capable assassin.

His all-blue and black attire surprisingly complemented the dark-colored chainsaw in his hand.

"Oh!" Bray exclaimed in perfect unison.

As expected, Dorothea's true essence lies in changing her outfit during battle.

Dorothea snorted at Bray's reaction, but the enhancement of the mental image world did indeed improve her physical attributes in all aspects, making the battle much easier.

Moreover, her mental world is far less demanding to use than Bray's; strictly speaking, it consumes almost nothing.

After the mental world unfolded, Dorothea dragged her chainsaw and tore through all the unseen walls, continuing her charge without looking back.

There's nothing fancy about it... no, this chainsaw itself is pretty fancy.

What other weapons does this elven queen possess? Bray feels like he's seen her use everything.

"Um... hello." Bray exhaled and greeted the person on the other end.

In fact, he himself didn't know why he greeted the other person.

Perhaps he was frightened by Dorothea; he was so scared that he even greeted the enemy.

Unfortunately, the half-chicken guy on the other side didn't give them any face and didn't respond to Bray's offer.

Bray felt that he and Dorothea were talking too much nonsense, while the Silver Race on the other side were all so taciturn.

"Speak." Dorothea's boots stepped on the head of a silver-type creature, and she moved her heels around a few times expressionlessly.

She was still holding a roaring chainsaw in her hand.

However, this silver-type dog is not the five-headed dog that fought Dorothea before, but a different silver-type dog.

As for why the silver-tier one was replaced, the reason is simple: the previous two had already been dealt with.

Not only those two, but before the silver species that Dorothea was stepping on appeared, she and Bray crushed many more silver species.

After a series of battles, Dorothea finally understood just how many "silver species" Bray had mentioned.

This place was practically a heavily guarded fortress, making it impossible for Dorothea and Bray to move an inch.

Although Dorothea and Bray are both very strong, they are not strong enough to be invincible among Silver Species.

After a series of battles, Bray was so exhausted that he leaned against the invisible wall, panting.

Dorothea, having destroyed many weapons, was in a very bad mood, which led to her stomping on the silver-tier creature.

The main problem was that the weapon was damaged, but the Silver Serpent itself did not actually die.

In a word, it was a "loss".

However, she felt that the chainsaw, which she found quite handy, was not broken, which was why she did not crush the silver on the spot.

"You mongrel elf—" the silver-blooded creature trampled under Dorothea's feet roared angrily.

He was unlucky, because he wasn't particularly large, and Dorothea could use him to vent her frustrations.

The silver-tier ones weren't trampled after they were dealt with.

Dorothea hated being called a bastard or an artificial being, especially by this seemingly superior guy.

Why do these people have arrogance and think they are superior?

They are nothing more than a bunch of useless monsters living like wild animals.

"You don't need to speak anymore," Dorothea said coldly, looking down at the silver-haired creature at her feet.

She stomped the dying silver seed into pieces.

Yes, there were no scenes of blood splattering, and no other gruesome scenes.

The silver crystal shattered like a frozen block of ice, eventually turning into dust and disappearing into the maze.

The silver-type creature that was dealt with did not die; instead, it was sent somewhere unknown.

Therefore, the word "kill" was never used from the beginning.

Because these guys are still alive.

Dorothea lifted her boots, and although they weren't dirty, her expression was one of extreme disgust.

Bray, who was resting against the wall, looked helplessly at Dorothea.

He felt like his side was more like the villains, and those silver-level enemies were like grunts who had rushed out.

To the Silver Race, I might be considered a genocideist right now...