A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Indeed, as Sharle said, Bray had no intention of killing these cultists.

At least for now, I don't have any reason to want to kill them.

All the surrounding sounds gradually disappeared, seemingly leaving only the sound of Bray and Shar's conversation.

Amidst the monotonous sound, Bray heard some noise.

That was the "sound" used by divine magic.

With his exceptional sensitivity to concepts, he sensed it almost before the divine spell was cast.

The one who unleashed the divine magic was Shar, the woman with the sweet smile.

Bray sighed, his voice filled with helplessness.

He casually tapped the hilt of his sword, and the divine magic was erased before it could even get close to him.

He didn't even draw his sword, nor did he use any swordsmanship.

By simply holding your breath and concentrating, and making good use of your mental imagery, you can perfectly suppress the "concepts" that are close at hand.

This is not a difficult task.

"Is it the same divine spell used on this woman?" Bray asked Shar, raising his right eyelid.

“Bray, I really want to know what you’ve been through all these years,” Shar said, looking intently at Bray. Shar knew what Bray had done—

The opponent has eradicated the divine magic at its source.

This is incredible.

She wouldn't be so surprised if it were canceled out or destroyed, but erasing divine magic involves the very source of divine power.

“You’re really amazing right now,” she said.

"What exactly happened that made you suddenly so powerful?"

"Suddenly?" Bray tilted his head, looking at the other person.

Sarah asked Bray what he had been through all these years.

But he himself didn't know what he had been through, and sometimes he wanted someone to explain it to him properly.

However, no matter what, it was definitely not "suddenly".

All he could hear was Sarah calling "Bray".

But he felt nothing at all.

The girl in front of him seemed more like a stranger who knew him.

It's a bit contradictory, but that's exactly how Bray truly feels right now.

This cult should be eradicated, but Bray doesn't seem to have the heart to kill all the cult members in front of him.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, he shook his head inexplicably.

He first used his thumb to push the sword out little by little.

A cold glint flashed in this underground world illuminated by lights.

In that instant, everyone in front of Bray reacted and simultaneously took a defensive stance.

If Bray makes another move, these people will definitely attack him without hesitation.

"From now on, life and death are up to fate. Take care of yourselves." Bray raised his right eyelid and said this.

It took him quite a while to fully draw his sword, a speed that any of the cultists present could handle.

However, even if they could realize it, so what? Bray didn't care.

After all, he never said he wanted to kill everyone present.

"Clang—" The blade emitted a very unique, crisp sound.

What is presented to people is a worn-out longsword, but for some reason, this sword always makes people mistake it for a huge blade that can pierce through the heavens and the earth.

Is this an illusion? Yes, it is indeed an illusion.

The shadow of the sword filled Shar's entire field of vision; she could see nothing but the sword.

Bray couldn't control his breath well, but he wasn't actually that scary.

His aura felt exactly like that of an ordinary person, without any sense of oppression.

Bray lacked all the qualities that a normal strong person possessed, so naturally he wouldn't have such a strong aura.

His presence is only made known when he wields his sword.

His true aura could only be sensed through the shadow of his sword.

“Bu…” Shar tried to call out the other’s name, but she was drowned out by the roar of the lions before she could finish the sentence.

"Roar!!!!" The pride of lions trampled through the crowd, tearing everything they considered prey to shreds.

"Onis Swordsmanship" and "Lion's Lament"

Bray unleashed a strike that was meant for the giant monster.

There was nothing that could be described as a giant beast in his field of vision, so why did he use this sword?

The answer is simple: because it's brutal enough.

If the "degenerate paradise" before Brays is a behemoth, then it is.

Therefore, it is perfectly reasonable for me to use this sword.

Bray closed his right eye, casually flicked his sword, and did not immediately sheath it.

He waited until the stones above his head began to loosen and fall one by one before sheathing his sword and leaving.

He had no idea what he had just chopped down.

---

Half an hour later, Bray sat down in a chair, and in front of him was a very serious-looking man.

There was nothing on the table between the two of them except for paper and pen.

This doesn't seem like a visit.

And indeed, Bray was arrested.

He blinked his dead fish eyes and looked at the guard commander in front of him, whose name he didn't know.

"Why are you here?" the guard captain asked, tapping on the table.

“I went to chop things up,” Bray answered honestly.

As law-abiding citizens, cooperating is the right thing to do.

Unfortunately, the other party didn't believe him and even looked at Bray with suspicion.

"You mean you were the one who bulldozed that area of ​​the sewers?"

"Well...theoretically, yes?" Bray said with some uncertainty.

He made a single slash and then fled, so he didn't pay much attention to what the scene looked like.

Did you level that place yourself?

"Did you also cause the death of the victim?"

"Huh?" Bray was completely dumbfounded. Although he had damaged the terrain, he hadn't killed anyone.

While some people might be unlucky enough to die there, there shouldn't be no survivors.

"What? Hurry up and tell me."

“I didn’t kill anyone,” Bray said honestly, shaking his head.

The guard commander sized him up for a long time, wrote down a lot of things on a piece of paper, and then beckoned one of his men over.

"Detain him for a few days and investigate."

"Take his sword as well."

"Wait a minute, you can't have the sword." Bray became anxious when the topic of confiscating the Echo came up.

“No, wait a minute,” the guard commander said rudely. How could he let a guy carry a weapon?

And so, Bray watched as his sword was confiscated and he was subsequently detained.

Without his sword, Bray lay on the haystack like a salted fish, staring at the ceiling.

He always felt that something was wrong.

Should I have resisted just now, or just run away?

No, this won't do. If I do this, I'll definitely be wanted by the authorities, and that will implicate Lux in the capital as well.

What's this? Is it a loss we have to suffer? I should have just hidden away after I finished the killing.

I wonder where Juexing is now. I hope it hasn't been sold...

The worst-case scenario is that it gets melted.

Thinking of this, Bray jumped up from the haystack.

Unfortunately, without a sword, Bray was unable to break through the iron cage.

In other words, even if he forced his way out, he wouldn't be unable to escape; it would just be a difficult situation.

Ultimately, it was because Lux was still studying in the capital.

Bray, who listened to the legendary speech every day, suddenly found himself somewhat unaccustomed to the peace and quiet.

---

While Bray was suffering in silence, the culprit who caused his detention was currently looking at his reflection in the water in the sewer.

The man in the dark blue overcoat walked casually, yet he managed to avoid being spotted by the soldiers.

It was as if he had become invisible to everyone.

Ultimately, only Bray was found during the search.

The man's name was Betley. He was a soldier, but he chose to retire a long time ago.

Betley's coat was stained with a lot of blood, and the strong smell of blood temporarily overpowered the strange smell of the sewer itself.

But Beatrix, wearing this outfit, seemed completely unconcerned about the pungent smell.

He was used to studying journalism and didn't even think that the taste was a big deal.

Just like people who work in slaughterhouses for years, they gradually become accustomed to the strong smells in the environment.

The same principle applies to someone who makes a living by seeking revenge.

The cultists in the sewers were not killed by Bray; in fact, only two or three were killed by falling rocks.

The rest were all brutally killed by Beatrix. You read that right, brutally killed.

In Beattie's view, there is no need to be merciful to cultists.

"I really don't know which friend was so kind as to find me a base of operations and then destroy it."

Without Bray, Betley would have had some trouble finding this place.

Importantly, Bray destroyed everything that the "fallen" believers had set up here with a single sword strike.

"This way, so many people won't die in the capital."

If the "Fallen Lord's" followers' plan succeeds, then countless people in the capital will die.

"I really want to thank that guy if I get the chance."

In reality, Beattie was unaware that Bray had made him his scapegoat; otherwise, he would have been happy to denounce him and release Bray.

Regardless, Bray was the guy who had helped me a lot.

What a pity, right now he wants to thank the guy who's lying around like a salted fish, contemplating life.

"Cough cough..." Suddenly, a weak female voice rang out nearby.

Betley glanced toward the source of the sound.

"Help me get out of here... Everything needs to be rearranged..." the woman said.