A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Have you heard of 'Dopna, the Fallen Lord'? His true form is a hand."

“Then each of His fingers became His apostles.”

“These apostles are true 'demigods',” Sark began to tell Bray things that had nothing to do with Levy.

And so, Bray prepared to strike again.

This time he will definitely not leave it blank.

"What you need to find is one of the apostles, 'Lamerato, the Apostle of the Fallen Lord.'"

"He is the symbol of cruelty; His power is to torment all things in the world."

"Please hurry, hurry, otherwise, who knows what will happen to her."

“And her current location is…” Sack shook his finger, as if expecting Bray to point out the way.

"Where is she?!"

Did you think Bray just roared in a rage?

However, Bray did not roar; he simply closed his blood-red right eye and assumed a fighting stance.

Crimson magic coiled around the longsword, making it pulsate as if it were breathing.

Extend your senses, and extend them again, until you know where Levy is.

Finally, he thrust out his sword.

“Hey, if you die, don’t blame me,” Bray said expressionlessly.

His tone was as cold as the sword in his hand.

"Eighteen Styles" and "Eleven Strings"

The magic overlapped and pierced through everything in front of Bray.

Upon seeing the sword strike, Sack's pupils constricted, and he jumped off the chair.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" This place, whose location was unknown, was pierced through by Bray's sword.

Wall after wall was smashed through, and a suction force kept pulling Sack back as he tried to escape, not to mention the maids.

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Sack's forehead; things seemed to be different from what he had expected.

"It seems I underestimated Mr. Bray a bit..."

"Truly the strongest monastic I have ever seen," Sak said with deep emotion.

After saying that, his small body was thrown back and crashed into the wall.

"Cough cough..." He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face turned deathly pale.

The other maids suffered even worse fates than Sark; some couldn't even withstand the aftershocks and were killed outright.

Left with no other choice, Saxe had to flee this underground world in a sorry state with his maids.

He thought he could control Bray, but he couldn't.

And Bray knew that Sack had run away.

But he didn't chase after him, or rather, he hadn't locked onto Sark at all, otherwise Sark would have had no chance to escape.

His mind was only on the place a few hundred meters ahead.

Although they were hundreds of meters apart, the demigod was already clearly visible.

Its bloated body looked like several wild boars pieced together.

His body was covered in shackles, and he had several hands, each one just like the arms of those statues. They looked soft, but you could feel the stiffness in them.

He is the "Apostle Ramelado, the Fallen Lord" that Saxe spoke of.

After the heavy wall was cleaved open with a single sword strike, Lamelado also noticed Bray.

It had more than a dozen eyes of varying sizes on its body, all staring at Bray in a chilling way.

Sark walks on Kapras as the representative of the Golden Seed.

The thoughts of this mortal are the will of the fallen Lord.

Therefore, as an apostle, Lamelado needed to follow Sax's instructions.

However, He did not understand what Sax was thinking.

Even when Bray appeared before Lamelado, he still didn't understand.

Let Him think about it, think about it carefully.

That's right, it's because the other party is a person who upholds the precepts, and is a major obstacle for the fallen Lord to return to Kapras, so I need to kill the other party.

It seems reasonable, but it's also quite troublesome.

"Boom boom boom—" He turned his bulky body, the chains on his body rattling.

Lamelado's interest lies in tormenting others, not in fighting.

However, Sax seems to understand himself very well, and has sent many people over to torment him during this period.

This behavior is similar to offering sacrifices, successfully pleasing Him.

Just as His own concept of "torture" suggests, the meaning of His life was to torment and torment again.

All the monsters Bray encountered before were people he had tormented to the point of collapse.

Lamelado "kindly" fulfilled other people's wishes, of course, in a distorted way.

As a price, those whose wishes are granted are tormented forever.

Turning people into monsters is simply to prevent these tormented people from being redeemed or understood.

Besides, to be honest, Lamelado wasn't too keen on fighting Bray; he was more interested in the girls around him.

That girl was of mixed race; that's so rare.

Why would something like this be born in the world, a crystallization of the interaction between an Aragami and a mortal?

I wanted to listen to her wishes, and I wanted to torment her.

"What is your wish?" Lamelado's voice was like flowing sand, slightly harsh.

"Any wish is acceptable, any wish is acceptable."

Tell me.

"I am Lamelado, and I can grant you all your unrealistic desires."

“Bray…” Levy crouched down, hugged her head, and kept calling Bray’s name.

She completely ignored Lamelado's words; she only wanted to be by Bray's side.

As a "beast," Levy instinctively sensed just how terrifying the bloated monster above her was.

Levy was scared; her little body was trembling.

A wish? Levy wanted everything, but all she wanted was to stay by Bray's side.

She hadn't felt this way in a long time—a sense of insecurity, enveloped by a profound feeling of helplessness.

“…” Bray could see Levy’s trembling body and hear her helpless cries.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he could hear his own body making wild, beastly roars.

Like an angry lion.

At that moment, the crimson magic transformed into a stream of light, striking straight at the bloated cruelty.

"Stop!" Lamelado said, glancing at the crimson streak of light.

In the next instant, shackles appeared out of thin air from the ground, locking up the figure that was too fast for the naked eye to catch.

"Boom!!!" Bray was forcibly pressed to the ground, unable to move.

“Hmm... The power of the gods is contained within your body.” Lamelado quickly noticed Bray’s Heavenly Fox Tear and pondered for a moment.

Not only the Heavenly Fox Tears, but the sword in Bray's hand also seems to be quite special.

Lamelado's own understanding was being drastically suppressed, leaving him with less than one-tenth of his full potential.

No wonder Sax needed to kill this mortal himself.

They absolutely must kill him. Bray is too special. Although his strength is insignificant to the gods, letting him go unchecked could affect the gods' descent.

It was already very difficult to breach the wall, and if the shamans, who acted as a restraining force, did not kill them, the return of the gods would be even more difficult.

With this in mind, Lamelado added several more shackles to Brega.

Admittedly, Bray suppressed Lamelado's concept, but suppression is suppression, and it cannot be erased.

He could still use his concepts and appeared completely at ease when facing Bray.

Does Lamelado not know how powerful Bray is? Of course he does.

With a sword capable of suppressing concepts, coupled with the golden power pulsating within him, Lamelado could only describe Bray as powerful.

But who is He? He is "Lamerata, the Apostle of the Fallen Lord".

The outcome of a battle between a strong mortal and a strong demigod is simply unthinkable.

Different levels, different dimensions.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!" One shackle after another bound Bray tightly.

These shackles keep increasing, seemingly without ever stopping.

Bray, bound by these special shackles, could not break free no matter how hard he struggled.

It's too heavy.

It was heavier than the greatsword in his hand, and the weight made it hard for Bray to breathe.

"Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, hahahahaha, I love your expression." Lamelado noticed Brena's lifeless right eye under the shackles and couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

His right eye, which was usually as still as water, was now burning with red flames.

Lamelado's right eye reveals negative emotions.

That's right. When you see someone important to you suffering and you feel powerless to help, you will naturally feel pain as well.

"Is this double the happiness?"

He suddenly felt that Sark, the proxy, was not bad. Although he was a bit weak, he was very interesting and good at getting things done.

"Let me take another look, a good look, and see how your expression will turn out." Lamelado's unpleasant voice echoed underground.

The instruments of torture that had been silent for so long began to move on their own after Lamelado's voice fell.

The clanging sounds made it seem as if all the instruments of torture had come to life.

This scene did not evoke a sense of vitality, but rather a chilling feeling.

These are instruments of torture, not flowers, plants, or trees; they are things born of malice, used to torment others.

Lamelado looked down at Levy and raised one of his hands.

His fingers gently pressed on Levy's head.

Levy tried to escape, but He held her firmly in place.

At this moment, for Levy, the torment was not just physical.

There's also the spiritual aspect.

That feeling of helplessness made Levy keep reaching out towards Bray.

This tragic scene is exactly what Lamelado wanted to see.

He wondered what would happen if Levy were placed inside the Iron Maiden.

Will Levy let out a bloodcurdling scream? Will Bray's eyes widen in horror?

"Kara—" Bray tried to break free from the restraints, but he was powerless to do so.

The battlefield was approaching at dusk, but there was still no way to help Bray escape his predicament.

The effect of removing negative influences from the mental imagery world is no better than the residual concepts of Lamelado.

Even though He was suppressed, He still exists in the world as the apostle of the Fallen Lord.