A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Bray is strong, but Lamelado is even stronger.

Just as Lamelado said, can a strong person of a lower species defeat a strong person of a higher species?

"Crack—" Bray planted his sword in the ground and slowly moved forward.

“Bray…” Levy’s voice was still there.

Bray heard her calling him again.

When she feels helpless, Levy needs herself.

What happens when someone tries hard to do something but fails?

Of course I'll be angry, yes, I mean impotent rage.

A person who doesn't vent that kind of frustration will go crazy.

After the anger subsided, all that remained was despair, a despair deeper than any valley.

"Hahaha, hahaha, that's exactly how it should be."

"It seems the messenger brought me quite a gift." Lamela clapped his hands several times.

He loved to see him tormented by helplessness.

In general, people would call these kinds of people psychopaths.

However, for Lamelado, this has nothing to do with psychology.

He himself is the spokesperson for this concept. If he doesn't enjoy it, who will?

Cruel, spreading malice without restraint.

This applies to demigods as well as mortals.

Malice followed the willful and reckless behavior inherent in human nature.

"Climb, try to climb." Lamelado's fingers pressed Levy firmly to the ground.

Levy's small body was pinned down like that, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't struggle.

Whether she was thrown into the Iron Maiden or subjected to other forms of torture, she was powerless to resist.

At this moment, even the gods would not come to help Levy and Bray.

“…” Bray’s veins bulged all over his body as he continued to try—ultimately to no avail.

"Look at your completely hideous appearance!" Lamelado pressed down on Levy's body with all his might.

Levy couldn't bear the pain and let out a scream.

"Lamelado!!!!!" Bray roared Lamelado's name.

Bray, who was never bothered to remember other people's names, remembered this guy.

He needs to wield his sword.

He wanted to break free from everything around him.

“That’s right, that’s the feeling of screaming yourself hoarse!” Lamelado laughed instead of getting angry, his body covered in countless eyes.

But Bray couldn't hear Lamelado's mocking words at all.

He heard the whispers of the divine source and the roar of the Heavenly Fox Tears from his body.

However, Bray remained conscious.

You could even say he's more clear-headed than ever before.

But in Lamelado's opinion, Bray was simply insane.

That silence was like that of a desperate person drowning.

Like others who have been tormented by themselves, their fragile nerves were easily destroyed, and they fell into endless madness.

"Speak, tell me your wish."

"Even if you want me to release this girl, I will."

"I will grant you any wish."

Whatever the wish, Lamelado would fulfill it for Bray in a twisted way.

If it were Bradley, He would lock the two of them together forever.

In this way, they will never be separated again.

Speak it out, speak it out.

He is looking forward to it.

"..." However, Bray remained silent, and an ominous aura emanated from his blood-stained right eye.

A wish? No wish, he just wanted to save Levy.

"Sizzle—" Bray used every method at his disposal to cut off his own hand.

Not only did they cut it off, they also destroyed it again with their own hands.

Even just looking at it would make onlookers' scalps tingle.

The body parts fell out of the shackles.

After that, Bray decisively committed suicide.

"What?" Lamelado was stunned when he saw this.

suicide...?

But He soon understood what Bray was doing.

The dead Bray is resurrected once again, centered on the body fragments outside the shackles.

The figure crawling out of the blood could hardly be considered a human.

It looked exactly like a monster.

"Die," Bray said in a hoarse voice, his right eye filled with blatant killing intent. Bray's overwhelming killing intent, mixed with the aura emanating from his blood, even moved Lamelado.

He stopped torturing Levy, and all eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Bray.

After Bray escaped his cage through self-harm, he stopped running and instead walked step by step.

I don't know when it started, but the distance between him and Lamelado was less than a hundred meters.

Because of Lamelado's enormous size, those 100 meters looked like just a step away.

"Should I die?"

"An interesting remark." Lamelado's bulky body didn't move; he just silently looked at Bray.

The next moment, Bray's walking posture became awkward, as if he had been attacked.

“…” Bray looked up at Lamelado’s body at an angle.

He could feel a kind of pain.

Even though there was nothing around him, he clearly felt as if he were being tortured.

It felt like being scraped, like being soaked in water, like being torn apart by a cart—

All of this is not only manifested in perception, but also caused equal damage to the body.

"Die, die for arrogance."

"Sizzle—" and then Bray died.

This was probably a very bloody process, but only Lamelado could see it.

No matter how skilled one is in swordsmanship, it is impossible to dodge this kind of attack.

This has absolutely nothing to do with "fighting".

It's a complete suppression of ability.

If we're really talking about fighting ability, Lamelado is definitely a failure.

However, why fight against inferior beings? He only desires to torment them.

Just like now, inflicting endless torment on others brings oneself unparalleled joy.

Lamelado's conceptual strength surpasses all the Silver-tier characters Bray has encountered; it's a level that neither "Swan Song" nor "Heavenly Fox Tears" can suppress.

Perhaps only an equal amount of silver can negate His concept.

But there was only Bray here, a mere mortal.

No, his current physical condition can hardly be described as that of an ordinary person.

With the Heavenly Fox Tears churning in his blood, he had long exceeded the normal range.

“Very good.” A hoarse voice rang out, and Bray came back to life once again.

He doesn't care what happens to him, but Levy can't get hurt.

He said "okay" only because he saw the hand that was pressing down on Levy lift up.

That's all, but it's enough for him.

Then he was killed again by Lamelado amidst his maniacal laughter.

He seemed completely at ease, as if Bray were just an ant he could crush at will.

But these ants are strange; they can come back to life again and again.

“The line between life and death is blurred, and there is no one more suitable to torment than you.” Seeing Bray’s resurrection, Lamelado felt no fear, but rather a sense of pleasure.

Torture, in essence, is not about killing someone, but about making them experience pain.

Then use your own eyes to see how others suffer.

This is a malice that surpasses even the act of killing.

Whether it comes from mortals or gods, it is a sin.

The only difference is that no one can punish Lamelado.

Those who are also of the Silver race will not pay attention to Lamelado's torment of lower-level races.

"Hahahaha, hahaha, great, I'm so happy today." The bloated body, which looked like a patchwork of countless wild beasts, swayed.

The arms, like those of a stone Buddha, were pounding the earth.

From beginning to end, He did not launch any attacks on His own; He attributed everything to His own concepts.

This is the best example of extreme dependence on concepts in the silver variety.

But He has the capital to rely on this, because the intensity of His concept development far surpasses that of other Silver species.

This is also the reason why He is the apostle of the fallen Lord.

"Next time, we'll use the bronze bull that you inferior beings came up with."

"This time, we'll use just that much of your lead."

"This time I'll be merciful and let all the people important to you die."

After the emergence of a primitive civilization, Lamelado received many interesting ways to torture people.

Instruments of torture and cruel punishments could not possibly originate from nature, but rather from the malice of lower species.

In any case, His own imagination could never compare to that of a bunch of inferior beings.

The more intense the malice of a lower species, the more powerful it becomes.

The person in front of me who died and came back to life is the perfect target for torture.

People who don't need to grant themselves "immortality" are truly amazing.

Lamelado's eyes darted around, but he didn't notice the surging "blood" behind Bray.

That wasn't real blood, but rather the tears of a celestial fox.

To describe it strictly, it is bright red seawater.

In this crimson wave, beasts sculpted from the red water rise up, only to be swallowed up by the waves behind them.

This cyclical process is just like the repeated life-and-death cycle that Bray just went through.