A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—" Sparks flew everywhere, mingling with the flash of light.

However, the stone wall was not damaged.

“Hard,” Dorothea said to Bray after trying it.

“Same here,” Bray replied softly, glancing at his sword. The flash was fading, and Dorothea and Bray were both rushing towards the opposite direction of the flash.

Bray and his men are fighting a wall rather than some kind of creature.

After the flashes subsided, another flash would occur within seconds.

This kind of attack has no cost to the master of the labyrinth; He can keep forcing Bray and Dorothea to move around as long as He wants.

However, He seemed to understand that such a one-on-one attack could not harm the two of them.

The two of them moved like eels, nimbly dodging all the flashing attacks.

Even though the ground was riddled with holes from the bullets, neither of their clothes were burned.

The master of the maze slowly tightened the encirclement, attempting to reduce the space for Bray and Dorothea to move around.

He did succeed; Dorothea and Bray were forced to stand back to back due to these sweeping attacks.

"You really do sweat easily." Dorothea's tone remained completely unchanged, as relaxed as ever.

She may not have even caught her breath the whole time, but Bray was already drenched in sweat.

"Mind your own business." Bray didn't want to talk to this guy with almost limitless stamina.

"Boom!!" During the brief pause in their conversation, the sounds of construction work echoed from inside the wall.

Arrow towers appeared out of nowhere, nestled within the walls.

Before the existence of lower-level species, "arrow towers" were probably something that silver-level species would never have known about.

However, no matter how much the Silver race looks down on the lower races, they will inevitably come into contact with the civilizations of the lower races over time.

The arrow towers that the labyrinth master now subconsciously creates are also due to the influence of his long-term exposure to lower-level civilizations.

"Are we besieging a city?" Bray couldn't help but complain after seeing the rain of arrows coming down from the arrow towers.

Arrows rained down from all directions, leaving no blind spots.

Each arrow is crafted entirely from strange rocks, making one doubt the very fact that they can actually fly.

But even if you doubt it, it's no use, since these stone arrows really do fly up, just like ordinary arrows, shooting out in a parabola and heading towards Brei and Dorothea in the center.

Bray grabbed his broadsword with his left hand and sliced ​​through all the arrows in a plane.

He had originally planned to use the gust of wind generated by his inner energy as he swung the sword to blow away the remaining arrows.

But he realized he was overthinking it; the seemingly light arrows remained completely unmoved.

Dorothea also noticed the unusual nature of the arrows and promptly grabbed a cloak from the armory.

The cape drew a perfect arc in mid-air, and the moment it opened was like a firework bursting open.

The cloak easily blocked all the arrows.

The arrow struck the cloak and tore through it instantly, as if it had hit a sturdy shield.

"Have you found a weakness?" Dorothea, wrapped in her cloak, glanced sideways at Bray.

They've spent a lot of time dealing with this silver seed.

Dorothea did try to cut the guy with her chainsaw, but he was really tough.

Most of the sparks generated by friction come from the chainsaw itself, rather than from the "body" of the maze's owner.

A barrage of arrows, interspersed with flashes of light, constantly threatened the two.

The maze's master's methods all seemed exceptionally simple and unpretentious, yet they were also surprisingly effective.

At this rate, Bray will be worn down and killed.

Dorothea, too, could not find a way to leave this ever-shrinking walled enclosure.

Dorothea hated this kind of battle; she felt no sense of exhilaration, only a strange feeling of frustration weighing on her heart.

With all her energy trapped inside, she was incredibly frustrated.

As the saying goes, simplicity is the best, and it seems that this is indeed very true.

“It’s the face,” Bray said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“I’ve already tried it, it’s not right.” Dorothea shook her head. Unable to continue dodging all the attacks by moving around, she had no choice but to use her cloak to negate the flashes.

Bray said that the Silver Seed's weakness was its face, but Dorothea immediately disagreed, because she had initially thought that such an obvious place was its weakness as well.

However, after she cut through it with her chainsaw, she discovered that it wasn't like that at all.

That hideously ugly face was not a weakness at all; in fact, it was even more resolute than any other part of the face, and the sound of its attack was particularly muffled.

She had almost been grazed by the flash while trying to attack that face.

“That face is fake,” Bray said, making a startling statement.

"Fake?" Dorothea looked at the master of the labyrinth, somewhat uncertain.

Because that guy is still using that mouth to say all sorts of annoying things.

“Those who uphold the precepts, no matter how brave and skilled you are in battle, it is all in vain.”

“You have become so ignorant that your efforts will be destroyed and burned to ashes.”

While launching a high-intensity attack, the master of the maze also kept uttering sarcastic remarks.

"Listen, they're still talking." Dorothea pouted.

“Even if he speaks, it’s all a lie,” Bray said confidently, switching his blindfold to the right side.

To avoid frightening people, he did not open his shattered prosthetic eye.

In the mind's eye's observation, the constantly shifting face was nothing more than a mask of this silver species.

He also has other faces, so many that they cannot be counted.

But in the unseen void, there is a gigantic mask.

Yes, it's a mask, not a face.

In a sense, this mask is the true identity of the labyrinth's master.

It has black and white stripes, empty eye sockets, and an outline like a leaf.

The inverted trapezoidal mask was full of mockery.

His "mask" is a face that looks like a human's, used to confuse others.

Just as He can make walls invisible and their base undetectable—

His true weaknesses can naturally be well hidden.

"Tell me where the weakness is." Dorothea couldn't wait to smash this annoying silver-type creature.

Unfortunately, Bray's answer was very disrespectful to the Queen.

“Telling you won’t do any good,” Bray said.

"..."

“Only those who observe Him can strike Him,” he thoughtfully added, so as not to upset Dorothea.

The concept of the labyrinth's master is a phrase that, even when suppressed, can still exert its effect.

While the concept still has effect, He does not exist for those who cannot observe Him.

If it "does not exist," then it cannot be attacked.

"I'll do it, just don't let me get killed halfway through." Bray sheathed his broadsword and drew his longsword.

Bray's right hand hasn't been working very well lately, so he can only wield his sword with his left hand.

However, using only one hand greatly limits his combat effectiveness, and he must carefully consider every strike.

Otherwise, it wouldn't just be a waste of time; you could very well lose your life here.

He wasn't worried about Dorothea at all; she was the kind of person who could jump from a great height and be fine.

Different from myself.

"You only have two paths to take: either die here, or be imprisoned here forever." The master of the labyrinth was still speaking with that human face.

At this moment, He was unaware that Bray had figured out the nature of his own being.

It's not surprising that He was not to blame, because even though they were both Silver species, it would take some effort to cancel out His hidden true form.

However, the suppressive effect of the Brena sword was clearly not exaggerated enough to reveal the true form of the other sword.

“Throw me in that direction,” Bray said to Dorothea behind him.

Dorothea didn't ask why; while pulling up her cloak with her left hand, she grabbed Bray's collar with her right.

"I hope your collar is of good quality." After saying that, Dorothea threw him violently in a certain direction.

When a person is thrown out like that, they won't fly as smoothly as a missile.

Bray was more like a punching bag, spinning around erratically.

However, this violent spinning did not last long; Bray adjusted his posture in less than a second.

However, in just that short second, he spun around quite a few times, and his head was a little dizzy.

Bray realized he had underestimated Dorothea's brute strength.

Dorothea could have easily thrown Bray out properly, but it seems she's too lazy to do so.

She probably thought Bray could handle such a small problem on his own, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

In fact, Bray could have solved it himself, but he would be dizzy afterwards.

Regardless, Bray was finally thrown out successfully, flying straight up towards a place where there was nothing.

"That's foolish. Do you really want to fly out like that?"

“If that’s really what you think, then it seems I’ve always overestimated you monastics.” The labyrinth’s master initially mistook Bray’s attempt to cross the wall and sneered.

The next moment, the height of the wall suddenly increased, instantly becoming much taller than Bray's current height.

Just as He could create a large number of arrow towers at will, raising the height of the walls was only a matter of a thought.

However, He was wrong.

In the world of Bray's Eye, countless rock faces float within the walls.

Among these rock faces is a horrifying black and white mask.

In order to better observe the movements of Bray and Dorothea, His true form was naturally inside the walls.

If He really is so cowardly as to leave His true form outside the wall, then attacking Him would probably be even more troublesome.

However, He has now given Bray a time-saving and effortless opportunity.

“I have no intention of flying away,” Bray said expressionlessly, the tip of his sword pointing directly at the mask.

These guys talk about being cautious, but they still underestimate others.

With Dorothea's help, Bray no longer needed to waste his inner energy and stamina to use "One Moment".

Then there's a lot more room for maneuver when using one hand.

Ink-colored internal energy swirled around the sword, flowing with each swing of the blade.

The longsword had no complicated trajectory, nor any particularly tricky angles.

The sword slashed down from above in mid-air, leaving a thick, sweeping mark in the air.

The blow landed on the mask, and the blade slowly "cracked" the maze master's true form.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" The screams were like falling rocks, quite loud.

The demigod who had concealed the "union of the gods" finally realized what he had misunderstood.

Only after He realized that the sword had struck Him did He understand that the other party had already observed His true form.

But this shouldn't be the case, because although His concept was suppressed, it wasn't weak enough to be discovered.

“This shouldn’t be!” He refused to believe that he could be observed by Bray.