A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Of course, even if they win, Bray doesn't know what will happen next.

Therefore, it is no longer important whether or not someone comes to help you.

Even if I die here...

Inside the castle, the color of the sky was obscured; although the ceiling was broken, the rising dust covered the area above.

Covered in dust, the crimson giant leaped high into the air.

The impact of the leap shattered the ground and created a circular shockwave.

The shockwave alone pushed Bray several meters away, even after he defended himself.

But now was not the time to talk about the air blast; Bray raised his head almost the instant the giant leaped up.

Even through the thick layer of dust, Bray was still able to pinpoint Umm Kandar's exact location.

Besides the crimson red, all Bray could see was the intense light reflected from the metal.

"Thump!!!!!!!!!!" The falling Umkandar left a crimson afterimage in the air.

Umkandar slammed his four hands down on the ground, leaving four deep handprints.

He forcibly gathered magic power in his palm using the power of his own will, and then—

"BOOM!!!" The compressed magic exploded, creating a deafening sound.

The silver-colored corpses on both sides of the hall were reduced to ashes in the aftershocks of the attack.

The castle, already in ruins, is now truly on the verge of being razed to the ground.

Umm Kandar possesses the power of "cause and effect," and he can determine whether he will be hit or whether Bray will be hit.

To ensure that Bray was completely killed, Umkandal once again exerted force on the ground, causing the already shattered ground to sink even further.

He would never repeat the mistakes of the past; even if his attack hit, he would not give Bray a chance to breathe.

Ummkandar's eyes yearned to nail the fate of "death" to Bray, but unfortunately, it seemed that the man favored by the world was not so easily decided in terms of life and death.

"..." As Umkandal was thinking this, He suddenly felt a force pushing His palm upward.

Is this Bray's power? No, he's just a mortal, a weakling whose body is countless times smaller than his own.

He shouldn't possess such power, so where did this force that was trying to lift his palm come from?

There was no one else around, and no one could help Bray.

However, the problem that had been troubling Umm Kandar was soon resolved.

It is architecture, some kind of dilapidated architecture, that is pushing away His palm.

"Rumble!!!" The loud noise shook the air, and Umkandar's hand was pushed away little by little.

Finally, with the rise of a massive fortress, Umkandar's massive body was shaken apart, leaving a deep trench in the ground.

Moreover, the fortress cleared away the surrounding rubble, replacing the original castle.

The scenery of the mental world was projected into reality, and this time the scenery was more "real" than ever before.

Bray, meanwhile, stood atop the fortress, leaning on a flag, overlooking Umkandar.

Blood flowed from the wounds on his body, soaking his clothes.

The mental world was forcibly unfolded, but the sky did not turn into night with the appearance of the mental image.

The sun, which showed no signs of setting, still hung in the sky.

“…” Bray exhaled a breath of stale air and swallowed the blood in his throat.

Umkandar just hit Bray squarely, almost crushing him on the spot.

The castle is gone; now stands a dilapidated fortress on a barren land.

The fortress exuded a chilling atmosphere, contrasting sharply with the ice sculptures outside that symbolized submission.

“You’ve grown again, Blakeras.”

"Oh, I see," Umm Kandar suddenly realized.

It wasn't anyone who helped Bray; it was the result of his own struggles.

A few years ago, Bray might have died long ago if Umkandar hadn't carelessly let go.

But at this moment, he broke free on his own, freeing himself from Umm Kandar's relentless attacks.

Without a doubt, Bray has become stronger once again than before.

For lower species, two years is still a considerable time span, but for silver species, two years is truly "a blink of an eye."

They probably slept for more than two years.

The progress of lower species was, in Umkandar's view, incredibly rapid; perhaps every time he woke up, they had already reached the next stage.

Although the Silver race believes that no matter how much the lower races progress, they can never surpass the gap between humans and gods in their race.

Indeed, that is the case—if there are no people who uphold the precepts.

Umkandal was not a man who revered battle; in this battle, He showed no passion.

Similarly, it is estimated that Bray is another example.

But Umm Kandar also believes this is a necessary battle, and the outcome can prove many things.

Umkandar firmly believed that victory alone was enough to extinguish all "hope" of the lower species.

If the pioneers fall, then no one will pave the way.

Without new paths, lower species will simply perish on their own.

In this battle, there is no question of who is unimportant; both sides have only one choice: to "win." The bombardment of magic distorted the surrounding space, continuously "shattering" the earth.

The walls of the fortress were also blasted apart, and the flags were torn to pieces.

Unlike Bray, Umm Kandar does not restrain his power.

The aftershocks of each attack eroded the surrounding terrain, even shattering the ice sculptures of people and monsters far from the castle.

The moment the ice sculpture shattered, it emitted a shrill scream, as if something alive was howling.

Their intense resentment before their deaths was released and "grabbed" tightly by Umkandar's hands.

Unlike magic or internal energy, this resentment, which is closer to a collection of emotions, was condensed into a single point by His willpower.

The power of will, also known as telekinesis, is not a concept of Umkandar, but an ability that He possesses instinctively.

Umkandal's eyes showed no anger, yet they still sent chills down one's spine.

"First and foremost, it's your sword." His expression was imposing without anger, and he subconsciously directed all his pressure towards Bree.

This almost instinctive choice is enough to prove how much Umm Kandar values ​​Brey.

Even if the person in front of you is just an ordinary person, this ordinary person has already killed one of your own compatriots after another.

If we underestimate it, then even the demigod lord will suffer the same fate.

To this day, Umm Kandar has never been hit by Bray, but Umm Kandar has also never inflicted a fatal blow on Bray.

This is an incredible thing in itself.

Because Umm Kandar's attacks almost all hit their mark, Bray had to take all the damage head-on.

The human body simply cannot withstand such damage; even the strongest person cannot.

After dozens of clashes, He realized that the problem lay with the two swords.

It's not about how strong the sword is, nor how strong the person is.

Rather, it's the man wielding the sword who can be very strong.

The sword is the weapon that has enabled Bray to survive the apocalypse to this day.

"It's so cold..."

"It's impossible to win, there's no way we can win..."

"Save me, anyone will do, please save me..."

Various piercing sounds emanated from the murky sphere in Umkandar's hand.

Annoying noises kept coming, trying to provoke Bray.

But Bray remained calm and unmoved by the screams, focusing instead on steadying his breathing and preparing to meet the attack.

The battle may have seemed short, but Bray and Umkandar had already switched sides countless times.

Even the fortress of the heart was smashed, and the desolate land was full of pits and craters, with not a single intact place to be seen.

Under the still-bright sky, the resentment that Umkandar held in one hand slammed down on Bray's head.

The resentment, so intense it became tangible, evoked an incomprehensible sense of heaviness.

"Bang—" The pitch-black sword shattered as expected.

However, this was not the end. Due to the powerful impact, the hilt of the sword flew out of his hand.

Bray's pupils constricted sharply as he reached out to grab the hilt of the sword.

He tried to grab the sword hilt back from mid-air, but unfortunately failed.

This is exactly what Umkandar wanted; whatever He did, this was bound to happen.

Perhaps even if He did nothing, this hand would still slip through his fingers.

"..." Bray's gaze sharpened, and he decisively abandoned his "black key".

Since Umkandar has decided to take away one of his swords, no matter how much he struggles, he will not be able to get it back.

Scattered black metal pieces lay on the ground, their cold light reflecting off Bray's figure.

In that instant, the longsword pierced straight into Umkandal's palm, the blade protruding through the back of his hand.

“Hit.” Bray murmured, pulling the sword that was embedded in Umkandar’s hand sharply to the outside.

The giant's hand was sliced ​​open by Bray with such ease.

He decisively gave up a sword in exchange for this strike.

"Hmph..." As the pain shot through him, Umkandal couldn't help but snort coldly and raised his severed hand.

Blood flowed down from Umkandar's wound like a river, staining the ground red.

While it's possible that Bray could hit Him when the concept is suppressed, the possibility is very small.

He managed to launch a successful counterattack at this perfect moment, and with just one sword strike, he almost severed one of his arms.

“A sharp sword…” Umkandal muttered to himself.

Then, when Bray was about to give chase, He reacted immediately.

“Don’t push your luck, Breklas.” Umkandar grabbed Breklas and slammed him hard into a pile of rubble.

The sword was less than half a meter away from severing the injured arm, but that distance felt like an insurmountable barrier.

"Thump!!!!" Bray was sent flying like a cannonball and buried in the pile of rubble.

By the time he struggled to climb out of the rubble, Ummkandar had already stepped over there.

After the "black key" left my hand, this mental world began to teeter on the brink of collapse.

Without a weapon, the Master's will cannot function.

Without self-will, how can there be a mental world?

This remaining projection of the mind into the world will soon disappear, and by then, not only will there be no dawn, but even the darkness before dawn will never have appeared.

"Without a mental world, you lose 60% of your fighting power."

"Without it, can you still stand up?" Umkandal forcibly tore a large stone off the dilapidated fortress.

With just that one movement, the fortress collapsed on its own the next moment.

Ummkandal had seen Brena's bloodied body, and he knew that no matter how many times this mortal fell, he would rise again.

Each time he gets up, he has a “potential” to defeat the place in front of him.

Even though the odds are low on a single attempt, time and again, he can eventually defeat his enemy before his life runs out.

Therefore, Umm Kandar will not give Bray this opportunity.