A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Jonathan has already deviated from the "Alliance of the Gods," so the other Silver Races shouldn't listen to him.

So why can Jonathan still assert that Bray won't encounter any Silver-tier characters along the way?

No matter how magical this clown is, he cannot control the Silver Seed.

Bray gave Jonathan a deep look, but he couldn't read the Joker's mind through the mask.

No, even without the mask, Bray probably wouldn't be able to read this guy's mind.

Bray placed his hand on his sword sheath, his eyes meeting Jonathan's out of the corner of his eye.

Jonathan was so frightened that he jumped back at least fifty meters, then wiped the impossible cold sweat off his mask as if he had just survived a disaster.

"Please don't do that, it will scare me." Jonathan said, feigning fear, and patted his chest as if he was still shaken.

Whether he was actually scared or not, he himself knows best; Bray is more inclined to believe that the guy was just joking.

“It’s just a habitual action,” Bray said casually, turning his gaze back to the southeast.

Actually, Bray didn't have a compass, so he didn't know which way was southeast; he turned according to Jonathan's directions.

Bray had no intention of drawing his sword to harm Jonathan; doing so would be pointless and would most likely allow Jonathan to escape.

So he didn't want to do something so strenuous and thankless. He'd rather save his energy and walk properly.

"Really! Is that so? I was so scared! I didn't know the Master of the Precepts was so friendly."

"Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes! Could it be that Master of the Precepts has already come to regard me as a partner?"

"That must be it."

"Great, this is the pinnacle for fans!" Jonathan exclaimed excitedly, his cane twirling in his hand.

Jonathan was still rambling on and on behind him, but Bray wasn't going to listen to a word he said.

After turning around, he set off directly for the palace Jonathan had mentioned.

His shadow gradually lengthened on the ground as he walked further and further away.

Jonathan's voice began to become indistinct, while the howling of the cold wind became clearer.

Jonathan, watching Bray's retreating figure, also kept his mouth shut.

Without a target, there's no point in the clown spouting nonsense.

In the past, there was Marek who could talk to me, but now there are fewer and fewer people who can listen to my nonsense.

It really makes me miss the old days.

It's becoming increasingly difficult to find interesting people or things in this world.

A sinister smile appeared on Jonathan's mask, the pattern at the corner of his mouth curving towards the pattern of his eyes.

He pressed his top hat down forcefully, as if it would be blown away at any moment.

He was walking against the cold wind, the hem of his tuxedo billowing forward in the wind.

“Then, Mr. Monk, please do something interesting.”

"Don't let the little man get bored," Jonathan said loudly.

He spread his arms wide, looking completely absorbed, pretending to be taking a bow on stage.

Bray will inevitably clash with the "Alliance of the Gods," but what happens after that?

Jonathan didn't know what would happen after that; the battle might end immediately, or a new story might unfold.

Suddenly, he was filled with emotion.

"Ugh, who am I even talking to? There's nobody around," Jonathan muttered to himself.

The next second, the wind and snow swallowed up Jonathan, who was still talking.

The white covering concealed Jonathan.

After the white wisp dissipated, Jonathan had vanished without a trace from his original spot.

That touch of white took Jonathan's figure away.

The journey turned into Bray's solo adventure.

Heading southeast, Bray encountered no more safe zones.

There was no chance encounter, only a fierce blizzard hitting us.

The blizzards, carrying the malice of nature, relentlessly assaulted Bray, forcing him to stop and start his journey.

Just as Jonathan said, Bray encountered nothing but monsters along the way.

This made Bray wonder if he had stumbled into some kind of dead end.

But this shouldn't be the case. Isn't the northern part of the Northern Continent a death trap? This is in the southeast.

Gazing at the white world, Bray rubbed his hands together, trying to see through the blizzard to the other side of the world.

In fact, Bray had considered how the "Alliance of the Gods" headquarters, which had been hidden all along, would reappear if the concept was no longer protected.

It's important to understand that the "Alliance of the Gods" headquarters didn't simply become invisible; it became impossible to observe normally.

For those who cannot observe it, this place does not exist.

It is both in the North and not in the North, which is why Bray is very curious about how it will reappear.

Could it possibly destroy the surrounding terrain with a "snap" and then settle on the northern continent?

Thinking about it that way, Bray actually found it quite ridiculous.

Or will it be as ordinary as something invisible becoming visible?

With these thoughts in mind, Bray set off once again.

I don't know when it started, but the area around Bray began to change.

At one point, he felt as if he had entered "another world".

But after taking a few steps back, the feeling disappears.

There was no distorted scenery, nor was there any magic at all.

"Does this mean we're almost there?" With no one around, Bray could only mutter to himself.

He squinted his right eye, and as that eerie feeling welled up inside him, the wind and snow seemed to lessen.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to continue forward, thinking that if he ended up in another world, then so be it.

Going back is no longer an option.

With each breath, white mist gradually dissipated into the surrounding air.

The temperature was still very low, but the visibility improved dramatically.

The blizzard stopped without warning, revealing the entire landscape before Bray.

Bray suddenly stopped in his tracks.

It wasn't that he wanted to back down, but rather that something was attracting his attention.

The snow-covered ground was no longer bare of trees or rocks; something new had appeared.

That's an ice sculpture.

Each ice sculpture is formed from a living person or monster that was frozen solid.

As ice sculptures, they each have different poses, but all of them have something in common.

That is, their actions seem to be a product of a mixture of fear and worship.

The ice sculptures are intertwined and twisted together, revealing all their expressions and postures from their lives.

These ice sculptures covered the entire snowfield and stretched outwards like an ocean.

Ordinary people would feel suffocated just standing here, their emotions stirred by the eerie expressions of these ice sculptures.

How did the people and monsters here become like this?

Did they die or not? If they did, what did they experience before they died?

There are many questions, but unfortunately, no one will explain them to Bray, who is adventuring alone.

Because Bray had obtained frostbite-proof gloves at Snowwind Keep, he could touch the ice sculptures without restraint.

Even through the fabric, Bree could feel the coolness of the ice sculpture.

Moreover, at the moment of contact, countless emotions surged from the ice sculpture into Bray's mind.

Extreme fear and extreme worship, mixed together, stimulated the minds of all those who came into contact with them.

If you waver even slightly, you'll be swallowed up by this strange emotion.

In severe cases, one might be assimilated by these emotions and completely lose oneself.

Fear and worship are human beings' instinctive reactions to absolute power.

Even as they faced death, these frozen humans and monsters still felt this emotion.

If someone is assimilated, that person will no longer have the courage to face a demigod.

They might willingly accept enslavement, believing they could never defeat such an enemy.

As Jonathan said, there was nothing else blocking the way, but this scene was even more disgusting than the guys blocking the way.

Every ice sculpture seems to want to drag the innocent down with them into an abyss.

Like a crab in a bucket, it can't get out itself and won't allow others to get out either.

Even if they had died long ago, they would not have let go of other innocent people.

Of course, this kind of mental shock had no effect on Bray. After all, he was a guy who had never forgotten himself despite being washed away by countless cycles of memories.

Brayman wanted to know what would happen to the people or monsters inside after these ice sculptures were smashed.

Will he wake up, or will he still die?

But he resisted the urge to smash the sword hilt and continued forward through the sea of ​​ice sculptures.

The ice sculptures were all in the opposite direction from where Bray was facing.

They seemed either afraid of the glaring sunlight, or fleeing from the pursuit of wild beasts, or waiting for the rocks overhead to fall down again.

All the directions were opposite to Bray's, which gave him the illusion that he was walking backwards against the sea.

Ah, Bray felt it was a bit like a mass exodus of people, and he was deliberately going against the flow to grab discounted goods at the market.

However, this sea of ​​ice sculptures was not without end. After walking for about half an hour, Bray finally managed to cross all the ice sculptures.

At the same time, he walked out of the snow.

Yes, the further he walked, the thinner the snow became, until he could no longer see the ice sculptures or the snow beneath his feet.

The ground was sparse grass, and the soil was so dry that it was difficult to even stick to the soles of shoes.

Some large trees were also scattered haphazardly on both sides, like lazy guards.

However, the world was unusually quiet, with only the sound of the wind echoing in their ears, creating an atmosphere of dread for those standing there.

Even the presence of life cannot mask the terrifying atmosphere here.

"Is this the building Jonathan was talking about?" Bray looked up, and in front of him was a very tall building.

Although Bray had seen the tower of the "Great Enemy of God," he still had to admit that the building in front of him was enormous.

This building is so large it looks like a castle specifically for giants to live in.

Magnificent and spectacular are words that cannot adequately describe the buildings in front of Bray.

There isn't even a place that can be described as art, and the way it's built is rather primitive.

Even so, just standing there makes one subconsciously think of the word "myth".

Bray looked tiny compared to this building, as small as an ant. This castle seemed more suited to giants.

However, from the outside, Bray didn't find the castle particularly lively; there wasn't a single creature that resembled a giant.

At least that's what Bray thinks for now, unless the castle walls are really good at soundproofing.

The thick city walls made it difficult for Bray to make a move, and he wasn't sure if his sword could successfully cleave through them.

Although the so-called wall looks like it was randomly piled up with rocks, its thickness is still guaranteed.