A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The god knew he was weak in combat, which is why he asked Bray if he wanted to join him.

Yes, He was asking, and it seemed that choosing to join Him was the right decision.

It is a blend of the thoughts of many people, belonging to a kind of "unified consciousness".

His judgment is not an "individual" judgment, but a conclusion reached after discussions among countless people.

The wisdom of gods and men surpasses that of so-called wise men, but in terms of perspective, they still do not transcend the human realm.

Therefore, He possesses most of the commonalities that people have.

For example, selfishness.

However, no one wants to be swallowed up, and Bray was no exception.

"Is that so? So you are still afraid after all," the god said regretfully.

“Then I will have to resort to force. Believe me, once you become one with me, you will realize that I am right.” After saying this, He extended countless tentacles from His surface and surged toward Bray.

This is a spell originating from Logan.

The divine being knows everything about everyone within its body and can instantly decipher what it can understand.

His learning speed would make any mediocre student envious.

The tentacles spread out, covering the entire sky.

Bray was shrouded in a large shadow, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

But he wasn't nervous or anxious; he just kept his eyes tightly closed.

He can "see" and "hear" everything around him.

The god was devouring itself, while a silver-type being was watching it intently from afar.

The Silver Seed, hidden near the lighthouse, finally revealed its true colors.

He may be the nightmare lord that Logan kept calling for as he was being devoured.

So that's how it is. The culprit is neither Logan nor the god before us, but the Lord of Nightmares.

When the tentacles pressed down, they created wind pressure, raising the fringe of the Bray.

"Clang—" Without warning, the greatsword slashed out.

Night turned into dusk, and the eerie town became a desolate battlefield.

Bene lay on solid brick ground, surrounded by countless corpses and weapons.

This is a scene left behind by every war.

Each weapon had a different owner; they were broken and eroded by wind and sand.

This is not anyone's personal world, nor is it a world where someone stands here gazing at the sky.

It is not a hero's personal garden, nor is it anyone's warehouse for storing weapons.

"Come again, battlefield at dusk."

This land is war, the most real and ancient battlefield.

Bray's body was the heaviest thing, and the sword in his hand was a mountain.

A simple downward slash with the greatsword awakened the enraged pride of lions.

"Onis Swordsmanship" and "Lion's Lament"

"Roar!!!!!!!!! Roar!!!!" What was originally just a sword strike that would elicit a roar from a pride of lions has now truly brought forth the roar of a pride of lions.

The sky was shattered by the roar, and the already cracked blood moon became even more dense.

The magic materialized into a real pride of lions, which tore apart everything in their path after the greatsword sliced ​​through the weakest point of the defense.

"Ahhhhhh! Ah!"

The god who had taken the blow let out a shrill scream.

The screams of countless people mingled together, a chilling sound even more eerie than the grotesque laughter of a dark fairy tale.

The human god looks like a giant brain, but in reality, His defenses are absolutely extraordinary.

Even for a silver-grade being, it takes some effort to break through its defenses.

However, even with such a strong defense, it was easily torn apart by Bray as if it were paper.

"Why hurt us? Why reject us!"

"Ah, we understand."

“We understand your thoughts. We know why you want to stop us.”

"But we don't want to face death."

The god slowly raised its tentacles and slammed them down hard on Bray.

At the same time, dense magic circles appeared in the sky, each casting its own spell.

A dazzling array of magic circles was unleashed towards the mine.

Bray wasn't fighting one person; he was fighting a group of people.

But so what?

This is not a reason for him to be swallowed by this brain monster; his Levy is waiting for him to go back.

His eyes remained unwavering; instead, he used his sword and footwork to evade all attacks from the gods and men.

In the corner, a guy was watching the whole thing.

"Hahaha, that's funny, really funny."

"This is really a good thing that can tear a hole in the wall."

A strange laugh came from the direction of the clock tower.

He is the silver seed that Bray observed, and the source of everything.

Migorawen, Lord of Nightmares.

The walnut-shaped head symbolizes a prison, while the slender arms and unusually large hands symbolize a distorted balance.

He saw Bray closing his eyes to avoid attacks from both gods and men.

According to Migolavin, Bray must have been driven to the brink of despair.

After Bray first entered the nightmare, Migorawn sensed the presence of a "concept" on Bray, so he became extra vigilant and launched an attack, only to have it easily neutralized.

From the beginning, He did not think Bray was an ordinary person; no mortal could exude such a powerful aura.

His pulse pulsated with a power that even silver-level cultivators would revere.

Especially now that it's unleashing its magic, its aura is even more terrifying.

"In the end, it was just the last gasp of its power, hahahaha."

He stretched out his palm toward Bray; in this world of nightmares, He was the ruler.

The hand traversed space, reaching directly to the target location.

This deformed hand stirred up space, creating a cave.

The cave kept pulling at Bray, who was trying to escape the attacks of the gods and men.

That's right, Migolavin is going to crush Bray.

"Hahahaha, I am the Lord of Nightmares, Migorawn."

"Listen carefully to my voice before you die," Migoravan's voice echoed from the cave.

From that cave, you can see Migoravan's figure on the other side.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Bray said slowly.

The moment he could see Migoravan's figure on the other side of the cave, he finally opened his right eye.

Those weren't the usual lifeless, deep black eyes; instead, the corners of their eyes were stained blood red.

The bloodshot in the pupils doesn't seem to represent "life," but rather "death."

Bray completely unleashed all his life force, converting it into the maximum amount of magic.

"Thump—thump—" He could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

A strong sense of discomfort came over me, but it only lasted for a moment.

Then he swept up a red "wind" and dispersed the surrounding fog.

"BOOM!!!!!!!" Without even aiming, Bray hurled the greatsword directly at the giant god.

The instant the greatsword left his hand, Bray drew the longsword from its scabbard.

This is an action that cannot be performed under normal circumstances because it requires too much speed.

However, at this moment, all the magic arrays behind him were operating at overload due to the powerful magic.

All necessary physical fitness levels were forcibly increased.

At this point, he no longer had the fatal flaw of being physically weak—

"Swoosh!!!" The greatsword pierced through the god and man in an instant.

The god-man let out another piercing scream, a sound that drowned out all other noises in the environment.

At the same time, the longsword was already slashing towards the cave entrance that reflected Migoravan.

Amidst screams, the blood-red blade traced a perfect arc.

"What are you thinking?"

“I can be in a nightmare, but not in the world you see,” Migolavin mocked mercilessly.

Why would He abandon His own domain and enter the real world?

Even though the town has merged with the nightmare, Migolavin remains in the dream he created.

If Bray hadn't been so perceptive, he wouldn't have been able to detect Migoravan's presence at all.

They're on completely different levels, yet this human dares to dream of hitting him with a mere sword.

What is he thinking? Has he lost his mind?

They're not even in the same "world" at all.

"Snap—" However, the crisp sound interrupted Migoravan's thoughts.

If He could break a cold sweat, He was already drenched in sweat.

The moment the sword was unleashed, Migoravan realized something was amiss.

The nightmare He created with concepts is being shaken—no, not just shaken, but destroyed.

It's that sword!? That sword is suppressing its own power.

No! No! No! No! No!! It's not just that sword.

This human being is suppressing his own concepts.

"Your blood, what's going on with your blood!?"

Bray clearly cannot use concepts, but what exactly is this "concept" flowing in his blood?

“Shut up,” Bray said coldly, finishing the final part of his sword move.

The entrance to the cave was neatly cut open, along with the entire nightmare world inside.

"You're human!? You're not human!" Migolavin was forced to flee from his own world, rolling around on the ground in a sorry state.

He was a step too slow to leave the nightmare world, which resulted in his body being cut and almost being cleaved in two.

"I am 100% pure human." If others question him, Bray feels that the talkative goddess can prove him right.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me." Migoravan's body was trembling, and all the eyes on his head were moving erratically.

Looking at the dying god and man beside him, he couldn't help but think of his own end.

He is a demigod, and He controls this nightmare. How could He be defeated in the "nightmare"? That's impossible.

This should not be done.