A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

I reckon this wall will be really hard to break through without going all out.

So Bray had no choice but to find the castle gate and walk straight in.

Normally, a place like this should have an open gate, and of course, there should be a gatekeeper in front of the gate.

Bray started walking around the castle, but because of his small size, it was very difficult for him to walk around.

I don't know if it will be nighttime by the time I find the door.

"Hmm?" Breton paused, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

He wandered around the castle for ages, but instead of finding the gate, he discovered other unexpected things.

A huge corpse leaned against the wall, as if it had been through a fierce battle before it died.

Even after he died, Bray could still tell that this guy was a Silver type.

He has a bear-like body, covered in light red fur, but has golden crystalline ram horns on his head.

However, because His eyes were closed, Bray could not see any features clearly.

The wall He was leaning against had been smashed, leaving a huge crack.

If that gap were just a little bigger, Bray felt he could squeeze into it.

Unfortunately, the gap wasn't big enough for him to squeeze through.

It's not impossible to force him to go through, but he must first lay down his weapon.

In such a dangerous place, it was undoubtedly impossible to get Bray to lay down his weapon.

There's no guarantee that the moment he lays down his weapon, an enemy will jump out, and in that case, Bray could be sentenced to death.

Without weapons, Bray can do nothing, let alone against Silver-tier enemies.

The only reason they were qualified to stand before the Silver-ranked was because of their weapons.

Reluctantly, he had to leave the tempting crevice and continue walking around the castle.

But as he continued walking, a deep doubt lingered in Bray's mind.

If Bray is not mistaken, this is the headquarters of the "Alliance of the Gods".

So Jonathan wasn't deceiving himself; he really did point him in the right direction.

But the more this is the case, the more puzzling it becomes, because why would there be a Silver-type corpse at the headquarters of the "Alliance of Gods"?

Bray had never been here before to fight a Silver-ranked being, and Dorothea was still in Snowwind Keep; she couldn't even find this place before.

So, who killed the Silver Seer?

Deeply puzzled, Bray continued to discover the corpses of other Silver race members along the way.

The corpses of the demigods were in various poses and had different causes of death, so they didn't seem to have been killed by the same person.

Bray's head was already full of question marks; he had absolutely no idea what was going on.

Could Jonathan have killed him? Although Bray's intuition told him otherwise.

"How strange." Bray blurted out in bewilderment, but he didn't dare to touch the corpses of these demigods.

He feared there might be some terrible trap on these corpses, so it was better to be careful. He had no way to deal with that inexplicable ability.

It wouldn't be good if you accidentally got cursed.

Fortunately, Bray didn't have to wait until nightfall to find the entrance to the castle.

After about an hour, he finally saw a place that resembled a suspension bridge, which was simply pieced together from thick ancient wood.

At the other end of the suspension bridge is a rock archway, and the iron chain connecting the archway and the bridge is so thick that even with both hands, it would be impossible for Bree to wrap his arms around it.

The iron chain was covered in rust and gave off the distinctive smell of rusty metal.

Bray stood on the suspension bridge and waited a while. Seeing that nothing was happening, he then took a step forward.

There were no guards as he had imagined at the castle gates.

Not only were there no guards, but there wasn't even a soul in sight. We had at least encountered many demigod corpses along the way, but the main gate was completely empty.

The unusual quietness, ironically, made Bray more vigilant.

"Tap—" The sound of Bray's shoes hitting the wooden board echoed off the wall.

He walked through an archway comparable in size to the gates of the imperial capital and entered the castle.

It was indeed a castle, but after Bray walked in, he preferred to call it a dilapidated castle.

Everywhere there are traces of battle; intact walls have been ravaged time and time again.

Nothing unexpected happened along the way, and Bray walked smoothly to the very center of the castle, the place where the castle's owner should be.

An extravagant red carpet stretched all the way to the throne at the far end of the hall.

On either side of the crimson road were some lifeless silver plants.

However, unlike the Silver Clan outside who die in various ways, the Silver Clan here seems to die with more dignity.

At least most of them died standing or kneeling.

"Ding—" A crisp and pleasant sound rang out, and the hall, which was originally a little dim, lit up in the next moment.

The chandeliers on the ceiling lit up in an orderly fashion, providing ample illumination.

With the light on, the chill in the hall was dispelled, and everyone standing there immediately felt much warmer.

Therefore, Bray was able to clearly see the figure on the throne.

The person sitting on the throne was someone whose build was very similar to Bray's.

His short, jet-black hair gave off a feeling of burning flames.

He was covered with a thick, deep red cloak, decorated with symbols of royal status.

This touch of crimson blends seamlessly with the color of the carpet.

Bray had seen this man before and even fought with him.

“Ummkandar,” Bray uttered the name of the owner of the crimson figure.

Umkandal is a very strange silver race; as a demigod, he is particularly interested in things of lower races.

They usually appear in human form and don't feel that this form is anything low.

Because He believed that since lower species could obtain Kapras in this manner, there was nothing "inferior" about this manner.

Since Umkandar is here, then this must be the place Bray has been looking for.

The finish line... was more difficult than I imagined, but it took much less time than I expected.

“Brekras.” Ummkandar also uttered Breklas’s name; He certainly could not forget this man of the shaman.

"So you've finally come here." The voice of the last Silver Saint echoed through the hall. Bray looked at Umkandal on the throne, remaining silent for a long time.

Umm Kandar's throne is actually more suitable for His true self to sit on.

Bray, standing on the red carpet, was out of place in the castle, looking like an ordinary person entering a land of giants.

He glanced at the motionless corpses on both sides out of the corner of his eye. At first, he thought that these corpses would suddenly come to life and attack him.

Keep in mind that Bray is now facing the overly cautious Umkandar.

Under normal circumstances, Umm Kandar would never engage in a one-on-one confrontation with Bre.

If necessary, He might even send four or five Silver Hands to gang up on Bray, giving Bray no chance to catch his breath.

But at this moment, those corpses did not come back to life. In this castle, the only ones who were truly alive were Ummkandar and Bray, one human and one god.

Bray took a deep breath and stared at Umkandal, who was dressed in crimson, with his right eye.

"He ultimately fell at your hands. I should have been more cautious," Umkandal sighed deeply.

It was a deep sense of regret, a feeling of remorse for one's decision.

Even His most trusted gatekeeper was breached.

Umkandal looked down at the human who had stepped into the realm of the demigods through his own efforts.

“That’s cautious enough,” Bray said. If Umkandar’s actions weren’t cautious enough, then the other Silver Saints would be idiots.

“No, if one is cautious enough, one would not have stepped into this place.” Umkandar shook his head, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Bray’s assessment.

"What exactly is going on outside?" Bray asked the demigod, not at all worried that the other party would not answer him.

"As expected, you've already seen those corpses." Umkandal lowered his eyelids slightly upon hearing Bray's question.

“Breclas, do you know that demigods are actually no different from lower species?” He said quietly.

"The only difference between us and lower species is strength."

"Nature is not inherently noble at all."

“Greed and belligerence, these are things that happen to us,” Umkandal said.

Bray shook his head, indicating that he could not possibly understand what was going on based on what he was hearing.

"The outside world is nothing but the scene after we have slaughtered each other."

“My compatriots believe that this moment is a victory for the Silver race.”

"They have forgotten what crisis is, forgotten what caution is, and forgotten that there are people like you."

“In the end, they forgot why the alliance of the gods is called the alliance of the gods, and why the gods need to unite,” Umkandal said unhurriedly.

When he said these words, he exuded an aura of authority without anger, just like a king.

No, He is the emperor among demigods.

"..." Upon hearing this, Bray gradually began to understand what had happened.

"We have begun to break apart and fight amongst ourselves."

“The gods are united, but they are no longer united,” Umkandal said.

Those dead Silver Seeds outside were victims of internal strife.

The Silver Seeds, who had lost their vitality on both sides of the red carpet, were also victims of the struggle.

They fought, but they fought to gain more territory and more food.

They even believed that Umm Kandar was not fit for the position and at one point "united" to launch an attack against him.

All of this was already happening when Bray embarked on his journey.

When Bray set out from the Middle Continent, many Silver Race members died in internal strife.

They thought they had won, they thought this era belonged to them.

During the internal strife, Takaman, the Gatekeeper, and other Silver Hand members had already perished in the battle against the Ringbearers.

Unfortunately, even so, those Silver Seeds who harbored rebellious thoughts still did not wake up.

So Umkandal personally ended the life of that group of foolish Silver Race.

But so what? Even if the rebels are identified, the Silver Race itself will still be the loser.

In this internal struggle, the Silver Seeds are definitely not going to be the victors.

And then, it was Jonathan who set the stage for all of this—

It was caused by a human.

“In a sense, this is Jonathan helping you lower species,” Umkandar said.

"All rebellions stem from his words and his confusion."

If it weren't for Jonathan, this foolish infighting among the Silver Race might not have started for decades under Umkandal's control.

"Although I am grateful to that human for helping the 'Unity of the Gods,' committing such a crime is indeed unforgivable." He spoke coldly when mentioning Jonathan.

If he could, Umkandal would be willing to kill Jonathan with his own hands.

This human betrayed the lower races, then the silver races, and it wouldn't be surprising if he betrayed the entire world.

Jonathan didn't kill anyone, nor did he need to lie to the Silver Seeds.

All he needs to do is awaken the Silver Race's true nature, since original sin has always existed in the Silver Race's very core and cannot be removed.

Just like mortals, demigods are also unable to eradicate these original sins in their lifetime.