A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

No, if this continues, I'll start having terrible hallucinations. He had such thoughts because he was too tired.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so arrogant.

One reason his battle with Dorothea went so smoothly was that the Silver race wasn't dense enough.

Although two or three of them occasionally come together, it's not a tough battle for the Dorothy Jabberle team for now.

This maze was originally intended to trap people to death, but unfortunately, Bray was cunning, and Dorothea's combat power was extremely high.

“My Queen,” Bray called out to Dorothea.

"What's wrong?" Dorothea brushed her disheveled long hair aside and looked at Bray with a puzzled expression.

Unlike Bre, who was drenched in sweat, Dorothea didn't seem to be sweating at all.

Bray was worried that she would have difficulty cooling down.

“If you crush that guy, we won’t have anyone to question.” He reminded Dorothea irritably.

"..." Dorothea knew this, of course, but she was unhappy, and she didn't intend to hold it in.

"Just find the next one." She raised her snow-white neck proudly like a swan, as if what she had just done was perfectly reasonable.

Seeing Dorothea's state, Bray knew that there was no point in saying anything more.

"How far are we from the Central Region?" Dorothea asked.

“If no one blocks the way, it will only take fifteen minutes,” Bray replied.

As things stand, Bray is unaware that someone is blocking his path.

There have been enough silver seeds blocking their way, and he might not be able to handle any more.

Even with the added benefit of the waist pack, Bray couldn't withstand it; his body wasn't as monstrous as Dorothea's.

Dorothea rang her chainsaw, eager to tear all the air walls apart with a "sizzling" sound.

In this way, you can go to the center of the maze in a straight line.

However, Bray told Dorothea that this was not feasible.

Those walls that cannot be detected by means other than cunning will regenerate after being destroyed.

Regeneration is not the most important thing; what is important is that during regeneration, their distance from the center will suddenly be increased.

It's as if this change was designed to prevent others from facing straight towards the center.

After Dorothea caused a ruckus with her chainsaw, they were instantly a considerable distance from the center of the maze.

"Alright, stop pulling the chainsaw." Bray pressed the chainsaw down and sighed.

"Let's walk properly."

Bray didn't want to be so close to his destination only to have the distance between them suddenly widen again.

"Buzz—" Dorothea pulled the chainsaw again.

"Let's go." But after enjoying that moment, she quietly put the chainsaw away.

She didn't want to be suddenly told that they were now further away from the center.

Seeing Dorothea's cooperation, Bray breathed a sigh of relief; he had been afraid that the capricious empress might start sawing at the slightest provocation.

He held onto the invisible wall and began to walk slowly.

Dorothea followed Bray, her temporary guide, and found it somewhat boring.

To the naked eye, the scenery here looks like an empty field with nothing in it.

As she walked like that, there was no scenery to appreciate, so it's no wonder she felt that way.

All that can be seen is that old, broken wall in the center.

The wall was very conspicuous, and Dorothea was a little curious about what might be there.

Although the path ahead was winding, they were getting closer and closer to the wall.

Indeed, they did not encounter any more silver coins along the way, and the journey was smooth sailing.

“We’re here.” With these words from Bray, he and Dorothea finally arrived at the center of the maze.

Then, when Bray really came in, he first drew his sword.

"What's wrong?" Dorothea looked at Bray, who had stopped, with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing, just be prepared to fight."

He drew his sword because—the wall was alive. That broken wall was the culprit behind the construction of this labyrinth, and also the accomplice that kept the Silver Race alive.

The so-called broken wall is actually a silver-grade item.

That's why Bray called it a living wall.

It's just that its appearance is rather strange, so strange that it's hard for people to imagine.

Using the concept of "the invisible realm," this silver seed, which is no different from a wall, steadily protects this place.

This maze would have been impossible to conquer if Bregadorosia's doubles team hadn't appeared.

At least not like this, where the two of them walked up to Him unharmed.

The stone wall slowly opened its eyes, except that its eyes were made of rock.

The whites of its eyes are gray, and its pupils are dark gray, with a rough texture reminiscent of rocks.

If you look closely, you'll find that this wall has a human-like face, with all the facial features.

However, each part is made of rock, like a human face growing on the wall.

He could even turn his face slightly, which was honestly a bit frightening.

No one knows how this being came into being; it cannot move and can only stay in one place.

"You've come all this way after all," the master of the maze said slowly, looking at Bray and Dorothea.

As He spoke, the air around Him vibrated, making it sound as if one could hear a large number of boulders rolling down a nearby hillside.

Occasionally, you can hear a hoarse sound, like a wooden door opening and closing.

The various sounds mixed together do not become noise, but rather transform into another kind of ancient and rustic language.

The Blade was already drawn, but he did not immediately slash at the master of the maze.

Dorothea behind him didn't attack immediately either, but instead crossed her arms and waited for something.

Bray glanced back at the composed Dorothea.

Dorothea seemed too lazy to negotiate, so in the end, he was the one who had to speak.

But don't worry, with his talent for conversation, things might end up turning into a physical confrontation.

All Bray could say was to tell Dorothea to prepare for the worst.

"This maze is yours, isn't it?" Bray asked.

"It was indeed created by me," the master of the maze readily admitted.

“Men of the monastic vows, depart now,” He said to Bray.

His tone was not forceful, as if he didn't care if Bray insisted.

"Is this the place where we can find the 'Unity of the Gods'?" Bray asked again, without saying whether he would leave or not.

"Yes, so what?" the master of the labyrinth said softly, his voice like falling stones echoing in Bray's ears.

Indeed, He used the same method He used to create the labyrinth to conceal the existence of the "United Gods" stronghold.

In theory, Bray could find "the union of the gods" if He simply gave His approval.

Of course, killing Him could also lead to the "union of the gods," because once He is dead, the effect of the concept would naturally cease to exist.

“If that’s the case, then I’m sorry,” Bray said.

"I have concealed the existence of the distant beyond, but the distant part is not behind me," the stone wall said to Bray in very convoluted language.

Although it sounded strange, Bray could still understand what the guy meant.

The reason Jonathan said that the base of the "United Gods" "exists in the North Continent, yet does not exist in the North Continent" is because of this concept of the Silver Race.

Even if he were killed, the base of the "Alliance of the Gods" would be exposed, and Bray still wouldn't know its exact location.

"leave."

“You who uphold the precepts, all your efforts are ultimately in vain.”

"You can't change anything."

Even if you find our gathering place, what can you do about it?

"Do you want to take on a thousand men single-handedly?"

“So, leave.” The stone wall spoke slowly and heavily, just like its structure, as dull and heavy as rock.

"What are you planning to do?" Dorothea, standing behind Bray, spoke up at that moment.

She was impatiently patting her arm with her little hands, and doing so quite rhythmically.

Bray was a little surprised; he hadn't expected Dorothea to wait for his answer.

For Bray, things weren't that complicated, and there wasn't much to think about.

As this stone wall with eyes says, all that effort Brei has put in may very well be in vain in the end.

But since Bray has embarked on this path, he should naturally see it through to the end.

“You said it yourself,” Bray said slowly.

His right eye stared blankly at the eerie stone wall, its pupil reflecting no light.

Bray's path was narrow, and he didn't have many options.

All he could do was keep swinging his sword, sometimes even stating the exact reason for swinging it.

If this continues, he might one day break his principles and become a butcher.

"Because of you, the base of the 'United Gods' has been hidden."

"Stubborn to the end." The master of the maze had already understood Bray's choice, and thus issued a stern rebuke.

Is this person who upholds the precepts truly so deluded that all he knows is killing?

Ignorant and foolish.

The gray eyes on the stone wall suddenly lit up.

The intense light shone so brightly that the rock's eyes became enormous luminous pearls, and at the same time, white light emanated from its mouth.

This scene looks comical, but what happens next is not funny at all.

The ground began to shake, and the broken wall began to be repaired.

When the light reached its peak, His body had already surrounded both Bray and Dorothea.

It's like a fence for raising sheep.

Just like the policy implemented by the Silver species of the Northern Continent towards lower species.

“Dorothea,” Bray said, uttering the name of the Elf Queen.

Upon hearing her name, Dorothea instinctively raised an eyebrow.

"Can I go now?" she asked calmly, still standing in the same position.

"Do whatever you want," Bray said, already in a ready stance.

The sound of a flash of light suddenly reached my ears.

This is not a metaphor, but rather Bray's most direct feeling when he saw the white light sweeping across the stone wall at that moment.

The ground swept by the white light evaporated instantly, leaving a deep trench in which traces of molten lava could be faintly seen.

The light was coming from that face, which was now moving nimbly across the wall.

The flashes kept adjusting their position, showing no sign of stopping.

Dorothea frowned as she dodged the attack, then, for the first time in a long while, pulled out her chainsaw.

Without hesitation, she rushed to a blind spot, pulled up the chainsaw, and began cutting into the stone wall.