A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

There's no need to know the reason; Bray has a gut feeling.

He even had a feeling that Sark was deliberately setting him up against this Silver Saint.

But is it really necessary to do something so trivial?

However, a lot of money and time were spent, and human lives were also "spent" by Sack.

Sure enough, treating that three-year-old as a child was the most foolish idea.

That wasn't a cute three-year-old boy at all; it was a monster in the skin of a toddler.

"A person who observes the precepts?"

"As expected, it's you detestable monastics again." A cold voice came from within the mist.

The claws disappeared into the mist, replaced by the head of a beast resembling a combination of a deer and a wolf, vaguely appearing behind the mist.

This is the true appearance of "Mist God" Slat.

"After releasing me, they planned to lock me up again."

"Don't be so arrogant, you mere Black Iron type." Slat's voice was cold, but you could still hear the anger in it.

However, Bray didn't understand a word; it seemed He had mistaken him for someone else.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else,” Bray said helplessly.

"Mortals, you don't even dare to admit that you are disrespectful to the gods?"

"In the end, he was just a mortal, without even the courage."

The next second, Slat's enormous body, which had merged with the mist, appeared and delivered a heavy blow to the ground.

"Boom!!!!!!!!!!" The ground was torn apart with a light stroke, leaving only a trace of white frost.

“I’ve already told you, I’m definitely not the guy you know.” Bray was genuinely annoyed by this kind of guy.

They don't listen to people.

Inside the cave, mist spread like a thousand twisted ghosts.

Intertwined with this mist was the sword from Bray.

The sounds of fighting echoed continuously from one end to the other without ceasing.

Slater hadn't expected the battle to become this intense.

He never expected that the mortal before him could fight him to this extent.

While fighting Bray, Slater felt, perhaps it was just his imagination, that he was not quite able to keep up.

Slater could not easily assimilate with the mist, and was even wounded by Bray's sword... Of course, the fact that he was wounded was strange enough in itself.

How exactly does "fog" cause harm?

But facts speak louder than words; He was struck by Bray's longsword more than once.

"Which one of the ordained is it?" Slat asked in a deep voice, lurking in the pervasive mist of the cave.

He was once sealed in a cave by a monastic in some unknown way.

While the Silver Seeds couldn't act openly in Kapras, none of them would willingly be sealed away.

"Breaklas," Breklas replied casually, assuming Slater was asking for his name.

"Breaklas? Who are you?"

“I told you my name is Blakelas, don’t you have a bad memory?” Blake said irritably.

Fighting Slat, who can move around freely, inside the cave is already incredibly troublesome, but this guy also keeps saying some inexplicable things.

“No, it’s not you,” Slat shouted.

Only now did He realize that the person who held the precepts before Him was not the same person He had met before.

“…” Bray didn’t continue talking to Slater, but silently found a good angle.

He had already said that the other party had mistaken him for someone else.

During the battle with Slater, the cave's complex terrain had been forcibly removed by Bray.

This prevents Slat from using the fog to drift around.

Before Bray lay a vast expanse of mist, the ground shrouded in it appearing so damp it seemed about to ooze liquid.

"It wasn't you! Where did that guy go?! I'm the one I want to kill!" Upon realizing he had mistaken the person for someone else, Slat became confused and enraged.

Because of His anger, the hideous outline in the mist became even clearer.

But Bray did not rush to attack.

He fought with Slater in the cave for more than half an hour, and managed to figure out some of his opponent's characteristics.

When the fog is still relatively thin, it is not a suitable time to launch an attack.

Because if you strike at this moment, the wrath will cause a strong counterattack of cold air.

He himself didn't care, but Levy probably couldn't withstand a blow from a Silver Being.

Levy is still holding onto her clothes, standing behind.

She listened to Bray's words and did not go far from him.

Levy's speed is more than enough to keep up with Bray in battle.

Levy doesn't usually stick close to Bray during battles simply because she doesn't want to get in his way.

"Boom!!!!!!!!! Boom!!!!" Although Slat appeared to be a cloud of mist, it could easily smash through the glass wall, its power was by no means weak.

If a normal person were to face Slater, not to mention being overwhelmed in terms of strength, they wouldn't be able to handle the fog alone.

This is neither magic nor internal energy; it is simply fog belonging entirely to "nature."

Under Slater's control, this mist can penetrate into a person's body and kill them instantly.

No complicated procedures are needed; a single thought is enough to take the life of someone in the fog.

Unfortunately, He couldn't do that to Bray because His concepts were severely suppressed.

"Bring that guy over here!" The temperature in the fog in Slater began to drop sharply.

He discovered that although his abilities were limited, he was not completely unable to use them.

If you try it yourself, you can still make use of the fog.

Surrounded by fog, Bree's vision was obstructed, and a thin layer of frost began to cover his body.

The cave was already cold, and with the added fog, Bray's breath was now a cloud of white mist.

Levy, on the other hand, is more cold-resistant than Bray.

"Bray, Bray, are you alright?" Levy asked anxiously, seeing Bray starting to turn into a snowman.

“It’s alright,” Bray said softly.

This level is nothing compared to what's to come.

He still needs to wait patiently, until a certain moment arrives.

Then, it seemed he had finally gotten what he was waiting for.

After failing to gain the upper hand in his fight with Bray, Slater became increasingly enraged.

As if in response to His emotions, the surrounding mist was "boiling" and churning.

"Die!!!!!" Slat's claws emerged from the mist, gradually solidifying into a physical form.

At that moment, the fog thickened.

"Hoo—" Bray exhaled a puff of white breath and gripped the sword in his hand tightly.

A crimson hue dispelled the surrounding mist, shattering both the actual fog and Slat itself.

Bray opened his right eye, and the pupil turned red, just like the deep red blade of that sword.

After the red magic erupted, the surroundings began to crackle and flash with countless bolts of lightning.

An unusual red flash of electricity caught Slater's eye.

The sheer burst of magic alone was enough to slam down the cave floor.

At this moment, Slater finally realized that something was wrong.

He sensed an overwhelming aura emanating from Bray.

This overwhelming aura utterly crushed the pride and dignity of the Silver race.

Within this group, the identity of "Silver Seed" seems to be worthless.

“Yellow, golden seed?” Slater looked at Bray in disbelief.

But Bray isn't a golden-type, so what exactly is this terrifying power?

“No, not at all.” Bray, whose body bore the marks of his own magic burns, said quietly.

A red line streaked across the sky.

Can't intangible things be cut? No, they can.

"Broken stream" or "interrupted creek"

The sword strike was so light that one might mistakenly believe the swordsman hadn't used much force.

With a single sword strike, the mist was split in two.

The painful roars of wild beasts echoed through the mist.

Slat itself is similar in nature to fog, so no blood flowed out.

But His outline in the fog began to become extremely unstable, as if it would disappear completely at any moment.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!!!" Slater was filled with deep fear of Bray's sword strike.

So He begged for mercy.

That's right, even as a demigod, He still begged for mercy from Bray.

The aura emanating from Bray was something no ordinary person should possess.

Given that this person was a person who observed the precepts, He surrendered very readily.

"..." Bray, who was originally planning to take the next move and kill his opponent instantly, was stunned.

Bray has been adventuring for so long and has encountered quite a few silver-tier enemies. Every time they actually fight, it's a fight to the death.

This was also the first time he had encountered a demigod who would surrender.

"Are you serious?" Bray tried to ask.

"Really, I surrender." Faced with pride and the choice between his life and his life, Slat chose his own.

"..." Bray did not attack, but he also did not sheathe his sword.

Who knows if this silver-level talent might suddenly stab you in the back?

Bray distrusts the higher species, not at all, not even the talkative goddess who seems to get along with him.

"What do I have to do for you to agree not to kill me?" Seeing Bray's hesitation, Slater sighed and compromised further.

He also felt that he was being cowardly, and that perhaps being sealed away for so long had suppressed his own spirit.

“Tell me about the one who sealed you,” Bray asked after a moment of contemplation.

"A man of the rites?" Slater was reluctant to recall this, but since Bray had asked, he couldn't very well not answer.

"You should know who the precept-holders are, right?"

“I have a general idea.” Bray looked at Slater with some surprise.

Often, even though people in silver know that there are people who uphold the precepts, they don't really understand them.

Judging from Slater's opening remarks, this guy seems to know a lot about those who uphold the precepts.

“Hundreds of years ago, it was an outlaw who sealed me away,” Slat said.

"But you are not above the law, you are a pioneer."

That's why He realized He had mistaken the person.