A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

His lower body gradually detached from the sea and climbed onto the shore.

"Roar!" Almost instinctively, after stepping onto land, it let out a roar.

The roar woke up some people in the city.

People opened the windows and looked outside.

Those living by the sea, the instant they opened their windows, saw a gigantic beast roaring in the moonlight.

The silhouette, resembling a mixture of a wolf and a rat, terrified many people, causing them to collapse to the ground.

Enormous; people have no other word to describe that figure except "enormous."

This simplest and most unadorned word is the one that best expresses everyone's impression of this figure.

However, before people could fully discern what kind of behemoth was on the beach, strange changes began to occur in the city.

Without exception, all the people closest to the beach developed strange symptoms.

It might be a cough, or it might be nausea.

But ultimately they all developed the same symptoms: distortion and decay.

No matter how much people wail, they cannot stop the changes in their bodies.

Anyone who sees their body's structures becoming honeycomb-like, or their hands and feet resembling a rotting corpse, would find it hard to remain calm.

"Help! Help me!"

"Ahhhh!"

The dialogue above is the most frequent type.

What followed was silence, an eternal silence.

The plague does not afflict people for long; it will soon mercilessly claim the lives of ordinary people.

Even for adventurers who are usually powerful, in the concept of the Golden Race, they are only slightly stronger than ordinary mortals, and there is not much difference.

Just by getting a little closer, such earth-shattering changes began to occur in the city.

What would happen if the embodiment of the plague source got any closer?

No one can imagine it, and no one wants to imagine it.

The cries of agony from the coastal areas gradually carried far and wide. Before long, the entire city would be shocked to discover that their surroundings had become a living hell.

The source of the plague simply looked ahead, ignoring the tragedies of mortals, and slowly raised its hands and feet to move forward.

Just as He was about to walk forward, a "crack" sound came from beneath Him.

This wasn't the sound of seawater washing over me; it was the sound of a part of my body being brutally severed.

"It seems you really want to die. (Unknown voice)" The source of the plague stopped in its tracks.

He lowered his head and looked at the tiny Bray.

Bray was now completely bloodless, yet he was in a far worse state than during his usual bloody battles.

A longsword was embedded in the hind leg of the plague source, while a greatsword had just sliced ​​off part of the enemy's fingernail.

Even though Bray's damage to the source of the plague was negligible, He still sensed the persistence of mortals.

He understood that if he didn't kill Bray, he wouldn't be able to get out of there.

He created His incarnation through the giant tree, not to remain motionless by the sea.

He walks upon Capra, for his own "mission".

“Then I will grant your wish. (Unknown language)” The ancient language drowned out all the painful cries, piercing Bray’s eardrums.

He turned back not out of respect for Bray's defiance, but simply because Bray was annoying.

For Him, "attachment" was merely another thing that bothered Him.

Did He have any fierce battles with Bray? Of course not.

From beginning to end, it was nothing more than Bray being utterly humiliated.

However, the Heavenly Fox Tears within him were constantly keeping him alive. Without the power of a Golden Seed, he, a mere mortal, would have long since become fertilizer for the earth.

Plagues are, in a sense, "weapons" that force the cycle of life and death to begin.

Without disease, life would overflow and devour the mother who gave birth to life—Capra herself.

The source of the plague does not care whether it will spread the plague excessively; it will only carry out its mission.

Anyone who tries to stop me deserves to die.

He swept his forepaws heavily across the wreckage below.

The Plaguebringer's combat skills are nothing to write home about; it's basically the same as a wild dog's attack style.

But He himself doesn't want any combat skills; his own abilities and strength are enough.

Bray's hand, which was gripping the longsword, broke off due to subsequent decay, and the sword flew a considerable distance along with it.

Having witnessed this, the source of the plague could assert that Bray was unable to defeat himself.

A thrilling battle? That simply doesn't exist.

There might not even be a description of the battle itself.

"A fool who overestimates himself. (Unknown language)" This phrase doesn't seem so vulgar, but when spoken in the language of the source of the plague, it sounds full of contempt.

"Even if it's a suppressor... (unknown)"

Just as He was about to say something, His eyes saw a flash of blood.

After that, He quickly realized that a part of His body was missing.

When He came to His senses, He realized that after the flash of blood, both of His hind legs had been severed.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The source of the plague, which lost its balance in an instant, let out an angry roar.

Why was his hind leg suddenly cut off? Didn't this guy already have one arm broken?

Under the erosion of his own preconceived notions, it was impossible for him to recover from his injuries in an instant.

"What are you doing?!" (Unknown language)

The question about the source of the plague went unanswered, but after exchanging glances with Bray, He seemed to understand the answer.

Bray's eyepatch had long since fallen off during the battles, revealing his completely empty left eye.

But the left eye wasn't the main point; what truly caught His attention was the blood-red right eye.

Those eyes were like those of a wild beast, just like mine, no, even more so.

Even the blood fox on Bray's shoulder couldn't surpass Bray's wildness at this moment.

"..." Bray remained in the same position as when he swung his greatsword, his elbow making a "crackling" sound due to wear and tear.

Such a sound was painful to hear, yet Bray remained expressionless.

If an analogy were needed, then Bray would be a silent beast at this moment.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the speed at which everything around us moved seemed to slow down.

However, this illusion only lasted for a very short time.

After the illusion ended, Bray lashed his right hand like a whip at the tail of the plague source.

"Disconnect from me!!!!!" The silent beast roared, even the incarnation of the true god was stunned.

The crimson greatsword cleanly severed the plague source's tail, and then the hand holding the greatsword couldn't withstand the excessive force and broke off.

However, at this moment, his severed left hand had recovered and he grabbed the greatsword in mid-air again.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! (Unknown language)" The source of the plague, who was originally in a completely overwhelming situation, did not understand why his advantage was reversed in an instant.

“Speak Common Tongue, I can’t understand a word you’re saying,” Bray said.

He was speaking, but to outsiders it sounded like the growl of a wild beast, even the blood fox was so frightened that it trembled incessantly.

Bray could clearly feel that the life force within him was about to be completely consumed by the concept of the source of the plague.

However, for some reason, the closer it got to this point, the more indifferent he became.

He even gradually grew accustomed to the brutal attacks of the source of the plague.

Once he was completely familiar with his opponent's fixed fighting style, he pounced on him like a wild beast.

"Roar! Ro ...

He could only frantically crush the remains of Shattered Bray.

"Die!! (Unknown word)"

"Get out!!!! Get out!" (Unknown language)

He did kill Bray, again and again, but He couldn't get him to lay down his last sword.

Blood splattered repeatedly, then disappeared again and again.

Even with the sword tip pressed against his head, Bray couldn't relinquish the sword. Despite his vision being stained crimson, Bray could still see the sword in his hand breaking.

The sword itself is shouting, and so is Bray itself.

With his flesh and blood eroded away, Bray now looked like a skeleton possessed by a blood fox.

Yes, a skeleton.

The plague was constantly weakening his body, but at the same time, the Heavenly Fox Tears were bringing him back to life.

This made his body look terrifying; even if Levy were standing here, she probably wouldn't be able to resist coming over. This is Bray.

The crimson blood from the skull shot into the sky, enveloping the entire city.

If anyone else saw Bray, they would never think of him as a hero who could contend with the incarnation of a true god.

People would only think of the skull covered in surging blood as the same as the roaring beast.

They are all entities that can bring disaster.

There will be no gratitude, only fear.

But none of that mattered to Bray; he wasn't there out of a sense of justice or to play the hero.

In this city, there is also a girl named Levy who is sleeping.

She said she would be going back in a little while.

"Heavenly Fox, what are you doing? Stop him!" (Unknown voice) The source of the plague tried to throw away the mortal burning his life force above him, but he couldn't do it no matter what he did.

So He questioned the master of the Heavenly Fox Tears, asking why He also used His own power to assist Kapras's restraining force.

"I cannot stop it." Then came this reply from the distant "starry sky" beyond the wall.

This Heavenly Fox Tears was never wholeheartedly assisting Bray from beginning to end; he couldn't even perfectly match Heavenly Fox Tears.

The limits of his physical body are right there.

But Bray still suppressed the will within the Heavenly Fox Tears, relying on his own will to control this power that did not belong to him.

Unbelievable.

This is the only word that can describe all of this.

"Mortal!!!! You will eventually be devoured by me, you are just a mortal!" The source of the plague tried to grab Bray's body with its claws.

But then, two simultaneous "crack" sounds were heard, and the claws stopped in mid-air.

One sound comes from "Beers," and the other comes from the source of the plague.

The moment the tip of the "Beers" blade broke off, the head of the Plague Source's avatar was also pierced.

The puncture wound expanded further, and finally, cracks covered His entire head.

He remained with the same expression, roaring with his blood-red mouth wide open, an expression that could never be changed.

"Roar! Ro ...

"Stop yelling, you bastard who came here to destroy the world for no reason!" Bray shouted, gripping his greatsword tightly.

"BOOM!!!!"

Amidst the roar, the howling ceased entirely, and the entire embodiment of the plague source shimmered like red-hot wood.