A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

However, Bray didn't know how to handle complicated matters; his only skill was fighting.

Fortunately, Whiteface understood this and didn't do anything particularly troublesome for Bray.

To be honest, the way to stop the world's walls from collapsing is really through fighting.

Strictly speaking, the chaos should be eliminated by force.

Of course, in the chaos of lower species, war is something that cannot be stopped no matter what.

White flour won't work, nor will bleed.

Wherever there are people, war is bound to break out.

Bray can only handle issues related to cults and the Silver Seeds.

These encounters didn't require him to deliberately seek them out; they would simply come to Bray on their own.

The white-faced man told him that this was the fate of those who kept the precepts.

No matter where they go, there will never be a time of peace, for the will of the world requires them to uphold the precepts.

Slacking off is not allowed.

After learning what the World Will and the Monk were, Bray felt a deep sense of helplessness.

He had the illusion that he was working for a ruthless boss.

"What... exactly are you..." As Bray recalled his conversation with Whiteface a year or two ago, the Silver Being beside him, pierced by a sword, asked him, barely clinging to life.

"What is that? A human, a Black Iron race." Bray glanced at the Silver race and said irritably.

Every time he encountered a Silver-ranked being that he had instantly defeated, they would question themselves about what they really were.

What else could he be besides being a person?

"Roar!" As if very dissatisfied with Bray's answer, the silver-haired creature roared in its dying moments.

He struggled to fight back with the last of his life force.

“Bray, Bray, He’s up!” the little lion cub behind him said, wagging its tail.

Since that fight between Bray and Lamelado, Levy has basically never left Bray's side in the wild.

Not to mention during the battle, Levy practically hugged him.

Although Levy's strength has been continuously improving during her natural growth, it is still too much to ask her to face a Silver-ranked being.

Levy's peak level is estimated to be between the Bronze and Silver classes.

Bray raised his eyelids; His sudden outburst posed no threat to him.

However, he couldn't let Levy get hurt behind him.

"Alright, if I'm going to play against you, I'll use this card at the end." Bray shook his head helplessly.

Even with the roar of the Silver Race right beside him, and his hair being blown about by the turbulent currents, he remained completely unmoved.

He randomly pulled out a four of hearts from the deck of cards at his waist.

The moment this card was drawn, it unleashed a crimson magical power.

The function of this card is very simple: it only enhances the user's power.

However, the amount of magic on the playing cards amplifies this effect infinitely.

Sometimes, simplicity is more powerful than extravagance.

Each card is essentially a temporary spell.

After the spell was cast, Bray threw it behind him, and Levy skillfully jumped up and caught the randomly thrown card with both hands.

Previously, Bray would always throw away the cards and then have to find them one by one himself.

So now Levy has decided to collect everything in advance for Bray, so as not to waste time after the battle.

Levy is the best at logistics 0V0! No matter how many cards Bray throws, she can collect them perfectly.

Unfortunately, Bray didn't get to turn around and see Levy confidently raising her paw.

Bray could only see a silver-colored creature with its gaping maw.

This silver creature with a goat's head and a tiger's body was like a wild beast that had lost all reason at this moment.

He rushed forward recklessly, determined to kill Bray.

He believed that Bray's statement that he was "a Black Iron" was a mockery of him.

Black Iron Race? Black Iron Race? How can a lower-level race overcome the difference in race and defeat itself?

What a joke!

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" However, all the rage of this enraged beast was shattered by the punch that followed Bray's sword strike.

With the concept suppressed, most of the Silver Race are left with only their strong physical attributes and special abilities.

Admittedly, no matter how high a person's "skill" is, it is impossible to overcome the hurdle of concept. However, it is still possible to use "skill" to surpass these physical qualities and abilities.

Not to mention that Bray's physical attributes had also been boosted several levels by the burst of magic.

"How do we get to the 'United Gods'?" Bray asked.

“Mortals, arrogant... ignorant mortals…” Even on his deathbed, the silver-blooded one did not answer Bray’s question.

"That's why I've always found you guys strange."

"Why are you so obsessed with 'arrogance'?"

Bray sighed and raised his left fist, which was not holding a sword.

Although he said he didn't know anything about boxing, and without a sword, he didn't know any moves at all.

However, Bray possessed not only the sword in his hand but also "magic" as another weapon.

If he only had one "weapon," Bray was certain that the journey would eventually come to an end.

To defeat the countless demigods, or even contend with the true gods, one must master far more.

For ordinary people to cross that wall, they need a very, very tall ladder.

But that's not enough, not enough—

Crimson magic surged forth, and the grinning blood fox beside it let out a mocking laugh.

"Because we are of the Silver race, we are demigods!"

"Boom!" The arrogant words came to an abrupt halt amidst the deafening roar.

These were His last words.

With a single slash, His body began to gradually turn into wood, eventually becoming a pile of rotten wood.

This was not Bray's power, but rather a phenomenon that occurred after His own death.

The phenomenon of each silver species dying is different.

Some may have died like ordinary wild animals, leaving behind corpses.

But some will turn into dust or other things.

"Bray, are you done?" Levy tugged at the stunned Bray and asked curiously.

"It's over." Bray nodded and sheathed his sword.

“Here are your playing cards.” Levy placed the cards she had taken into his hand, then looked at Bray expectantly.

“Thank you,” Bray said softly as he lifted Levy up.

"You're welcome~" Levy said cutely, cupping her face in her hands.

She was just waiting for Bray's simple response; a simple "thank you" would make her wag her tail with joy.

"Where are we going next?" She tilted her head, not breaking free from Bray's grasp.

"Where to?" Levy's question stumped Bray; he himself didn't know the answer.

“The Western Continent?” Bray tried to ask.

Although he didn't get much out of the Silver Seeds, there seemed to be clues pointing to the Western Continent.

Even if that's not the final destination, we can probably still find a lot of intelligence there.

"Okay, okay!" Levy's ears started twitching; she wanted to see what the sandy continent was like.

She was excited to hear that there could be many trees on the sand.

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Between reality and illusion, there is a building constructed like a temple.

But the builders of this temple were not angels.

"Clang—" A crisp sound of a sword being drawn suddenly rang out.

A white line ripped through the sky, dividing the entire temple in two.

Not only the temple, but the entire space itself is crumbling.

"White flour!!!!!!!" Umkandal roared to the sky on the shattered ground.

As the leader among the demigods, He looked utterly miserable at this moment.

Four arms, now only one arm remains, and even his eyes have been gouged out, his sight taken away.

“I am right in front of you,” the swordsman in white armor said softly, standing directly in front of Umkandal.

Umkandal is a giant, with a figure like a demon.

White face, no matter how you look at it, is very ordinary, even insignificant.

However, the aura emanating from the white-faced man had suppressed Umkandal's aura more than once.

"Why stand on the side of mortals!" Umkandar said, tears of blood streaming down his face.

He was utterly vulnerable to the white-faced sword.

The other party was not a mortal, but an Aragami equivalent to a Silver-ranked being.

“Because I want to,” said the pale-faced man.

"No matter what you have done, you are still a god of the wilderness. You belong neither to mortals nor to demigods."

"You are a rejected existence."

"I know," Bai Mian said calmly.

"I did this knowing everything."

“You who transcend time, you will regret this,” Umkandal said, pointing at the white-faced figure.

He knew that the white face was a being that distorted spacetime, and that cause and effect were distorted in the white face.

After realizing he couldn't correct this distorted cause and effect, Umkandal understood what he was fighting against.

White powder? No, it's the world's will behind it.

"Even if you defeat me, other demigods will still step forward."

"The sky, the land, and even the sea all belong to us."

"I will kill as many of you as you have," the white-faced man said in a deep voice, pointing his sword at Umkandar. He meant what he said.

"Hahahaha! Arrogant fool! Even if you transcend time, you cannot transcend fate."

"Since you are so confident, then I will leave you with the final challenge."

Umkandal's body was shattering, but his momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

He didn't tell Whiteface what the so-called challenge was, but simply used his last strength to carve a negligible white mark on the wall of the world.

"Whoosh—" The temple collapsed along with the void. The white-faced man looked deeply at the dead Umkandal, shook his head helplessly, and disappeared from there with his sword.

Bray is currently unaware that Whiteface has already destroyed the "Alliance of the Gods" headquarters.

If he knew, he would definitely give him a good scolding—

If you can solo it yourself, why would you want to bring someone along?

Bray is still naively on his ship, preparing to head to the western continent, thinking that there might be clues about the "Unity of the Gods" there.