A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"..." After a moment of hesitation, Bray had no choice but to accept reality and continue walking.

It seems he took on a job with a hidden pitfall.

More than an hour later, although Bray didn't feel tired yet, he didn't want to walk anymore.

"Master, why aren't you leaving?"

"I don't want to walk anymore," Bray answered honestly. It wasn't that he was tired; he just simply didn't want to walk anymore.

You could call it "too lazy to walk".

"Is it because you're bored?" the literature-loving girl asked.

"Bored? That's part of the reason, isn't it?" Breton paused, thought for a few seconds, and then answered.

"I have many books here, and I can tell stories to my Master," she said excitedly, as if she herself was looking forward to doing this.

“Alright, tell me a story then,” Bray replied.

You might say Bray loves listening to stories, but he's not particularly interested in them.

However, since it was Juexiang who made the suggestion, he wouldn't refuse, and besides, it wasn't a bad thing in itself.

Being alone on the road is quite boring, so having a girl tell you stories seems pretty nice.

"—Ahem, then I'll begin."

Bray hesitated for a few seconds, then began to applaud.

If there were anyone else here, they would definitely think Bray is crazy.

Hearing him applaud himself, Juexiang seemed to get excited, and his tone became a little cheerful.

She told stories, and Bray walked.

Before he knew it, Bray had walked quite a distance, which was much better than walking alone in silence.

When he came to his senses, he seemed to have arrived at his destination.

“We’ve arrived,” Bray said, gazing at the distorted scenery ahead.

"Hmm." Juexiang knew this too, and reluctantly closed his book.

The trees in the forest before me were first severely bent, and then showed faint signs of wriggling.

The leaves on the tree, which at this moment should be described as gill-like structures made of flesh and blood, are opening and closing.

It wasn't just one tree; all the trees around Bray were like that now, there was an indescribable nausea about them.

He glanced around at the insects and animals, which were basically the same as the trees, or even more terrifying.

The sight of tentacles emerging from a snail's shell is chilling.

It's as if the original form of life has been completely overturned, becoming another kind of existence.

Upon seeing this, Bray couldn't help but curl his lip.

After struggling through the forest where the trees could twist and writhe at any moment, Bray began to chop down trees indiscriminately.

He carved out a wide road from a narrow one.

Thanks to this, he easily spotted the enormous armored figure moving in the distance—the very Aragami he was looking for.

Beneath the armor lies a dense network of muscle fibers. It is specifically described as muscle fibers because their texture is so clear that it is enough to deter anyone from looking at them.

Flesh and blood supported the massive steel armor, allowing the monster to slowly trample the forest.

Without anything to obstruct his view, anyone who wasn't blind could see that size.

If this desolate god were to run near a city, that city would likely fall into chaos on various levels.

Looking at the devastation in the forest, it's not hard to imagine what the city will be like.

"The Empire... will be destroyed..." A muffled voice came from beneath the armor of the Wild God.

Judging from the voice, it can be vaguely discerned that it is a man's voice.

Was he a man "before he died"?

The Aragami kept repeating these words as he stepped on the trees to move forward.

“It’s huge,” Bray muttered.

"It is very big," Jue Xiang wholeheartedly agreed.

The Aragami was enormous, and it was quite far from Bray.

How can he split this guy in two?

Bray felt that defeating the Arajin in front of him would be even more difficult than breaking through the city walls.

“I am a god…I am the true god…Who…am I…” Gradually, the words of the absurd god began to sound confused.

"Pollution...the polluter that pollutes everything..."

However, that confusion was mixed with a certain madness and obsession.

All emotions were focused on the word "God".

As He muttered to Him, the surrounding creatures twisted more rapidly, eventually becoming unrecognizable.

If it weren't for the final echo, Bray would definitely be just like those tentacle monsters now.

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Bray walked slowly, but the god of the defiled walked even slower.

After some time, Bray came to His feet.

Once you get closer to the polluter, you can better feel the weight of their every step and the exaggerated extent to which they distort life.

While lingering near the polluter, Bray felt for a moment as if he had entered another bizarre world.

Even the air smelled slightly fishy.

"Clang!" Bray swung his sword expressionlessly, the blade striking the armor with a crisp sound.

His sword could only leave a white mark on the armor.

Although it wasn't shallow, it was still quite a distance from being completely cut open, and the polluter didn't even notice that it had been slashed.

The attack just now had no effect on Him.

“It’s a little hard,” he murmured.

Bray began to calculate how many sword strikes his meager strength could actually deliver.

Then he pulled at his blindfold and raised his eyebrows.

Almost, it's a single digit.

Although Bray does exercise, and quite frequently.

However, no matter how much he trains, he can never compare to those burly men who are easily two meters tall.

He can't be compared to those guys who run like rabbits.

Even among adventurers, Bray is considered to have good physical abilities.

But in the end, it's just "not bad".

Bray can indeed use the kind of move that drains a normal person's strength in the most effortless way.

Unfortunately, he himself didn't have much physical strength.

My head hurts! Why does this ara-god have to be so big? Doesn't He know how tiring it is to kill people?

I don't know if I can defeat my opponent before I run out of stamina.

The Blade lay horizontally to the right, its blade seemingly breathing, giving the illusion of trembling.

The next moment, the figure disappeared from the spot.

The next second, the man and the sword were already at the same height as the polluter's head.

Under normal circumstances, a person can't jump that high when laying a hole.

However, some sword techniques can make it possible.

As for the underlying principle, Bree has no way to explain it to you. If you insist on explaining it, you can only use onomatopoeic words like "dong" and "da" to describe it to you.

In short, for Bray, it was "it seems like this is possible".

He had no idea why he could teleport and create illusions without using internal energy or magic.

He is a qualified swordsman, but he has no chance of becoming a qualified instructor.

Bray glanced calmly at the Corruptor, twisted his wrist, and adjusted the angle of his sword.

Hmm... how many more sword strikes can I land... two or three?

Anyway, it won't be much more.

Bray sighed in mid-air.

This sigh made the polluter notice Bray's presence for the first time.

He stopped his journey to the Empire and slowly turned to look at Bray.

A faint red light flickered beneath the visor of His helmet.

Bray was so close to Him, and since Bray hadn't bothered to hide his presence at all, it was impossible for Him not to notice him.

The polluter raised his arm, and at the same time the effect of the concept spread toward the wreckage.

He didn't understand why Bray wasn't corrupted, but that didn't matter.

Or perhaps, He simply cannot think about such complex things now.

Although the Defiler is an Aragami, it is an Aragami whose level of decay is very serious.

Even if left unattended, it might disappear from this world on its own within a few days.

Of course, even in just these few days, it was enough for Him to leave behind an exaggerated amount of damage to the world of the Black Iron race.

His arm moved very slowly, and he couldn't hit Bray until Bray finished hanging in the air and started to fall.

Therefore, Bray was able to swing his sword quite freely.

Yes, it's random.

For him, using a sword was not a particularly serious matter.

He doesn't seem to have ever actually attacked according to the rules, step by step.

Some are easy to use, but that's only to the extent of being "easy to use".

Often, the more powerful a swordsman is, the easier it is to predict their attacks, precisely because their moves are too rigid and predictable.

However, the premise of being predicted is that the other party also has a corresponding level of skill.

When the strong fight the weak, the weaker side will naturally feel that the stronger side is "invincible".

Bray's right eye met the red light emanating from the polluter.

Quietly, the sounds around me went from complex to simple.

There shouldn't be any normal living creatures around, yet several birds flew from one end of the path to the other right next to Bray.

After flying a certain distance, the birds gradually disappeared, as if it were an illusion.

If someone were in the same spot as Bray, they could even feel a wind that was completely different from the direction of the forest.

The mental world projected onto Kapras was only such a small area.

The projected area is so small that it may only have a radius of one meter.

The rules that the corrupted have altered cannot permeate this tiny piece of land.

They keep talking about what's strong and what's weak.

Bray didn't claim to be particularly good, after all, the styles he used were just a few that were particularly easy for him to master.

For example, the "Eighteen Styles" is particularly enjoyable to use, and I can't quite explain why, but it's just very enjoyable.

Like this.

"Eighteen Styles" and "Thirteen Calamities"