A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The space was torn apart by messy sword marks, thirteen marks, not one more and not one less.

These spatial rifts that had been torn open healed themselves in an instant, but they still could not conceal the fact that they had existed.

"Swoosh—" The polluter's neck, made of dense, tough muscle fibers, was deeply cut by a sword.

Filthy blood gushed from the massive wound, splashing right past Bray.

Unfortunately, the wound is regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One minute? Or half a minute? Or even just ten seconds? This horrifying wound will disappear completely.

The polluter seemed oblivious to the pain, its arm continuing to strike the mine without pause.

He succeeded in smashing it down.

But by then, Bray had already started to fall, causing him to miss completely.

The timing was perfect, raising serious suspicions that Bray did it on purpose.

Because after dodging the attack, he showed no surprise whatsoever.

At this moment, Bray was thinking more about how to avoid falling directly down.

He may have a way of falling from a great height without getting hurt, but that doesn't mean he wants to fall down himself.

Even a scrape is still an injury, and it's exhausting to fall down and get back up.

So after he made one slash, he immediately made another without pausing.

After the sword strike, it seemed as if some force was holding Bray up, and he paused in mid-air for a second or two.

Bray knew very well that the sharpness of his ultimate strike needed improvement, and it was inappropriate to force it to cut through the Corruptor's overly hard armor.

Therefore, every time he slashed, he struck the most vulnerable spot of the corrupted creature—those dense muscle fibers.

Before the wound on the polluter's neck could heal, it was struck by another sword.

The blade doesn't cut against the grain, but rather along extremely complex patterns.

The longsword tore through the corrupted's flesh with almost no effort, then with a twist of the blade, the muscles snapped.

If it's a crosscut, Bray doesn't have enough power.

If it's cut along the grain, it's different.

“I… am…” Even though the polluter’s voice still sounded slightly dull, Bray could still tell that the guy was angry.

The polluter was extremely angry at Bray's actions and he cut himself in half.

That's true, who wouldn't be angry at someone who hurts them?

His mind was confused and unclear, but he remembered very clearly the fact that he was "God".

Since He is God, He cannot forgive Bray, because Bray's actions were undoubtedly blasphemous.

Faintly, Bray could hear thunderous sounds and the roars of wild beasts.

It all came from the throats of the polluters.

This is indeed an Aragami; it looks like it could collapse at any moment.

Whether it's mental or physical.

Did borrowing divine power lead to this outcome?

Bray still felt that his own sword was better.

"Master, are you thinking of me?" For some reason, Zetsu-kyo felt that Bray was thinking of her in his mind.

“I’m thinking that the sword is still the best to use,” Bray said honestly, using “Instant” to land on the Corruptor’s shoulder.

"Then you can rely on me!" Jue Xiang heard this and unconsciously straightened his back. It was such a pity; if Bray had seen it, he would have found it adorable.

Bray lowered his right eye and thrust his sword out.

The trajectory of the sword strike formed a continuous line.

With the third strike, the polluter's neck was completely severed.

What happens after a short neck is cut off is self-evident.

Generally speaking, if you kill someone to this extent, the enemy should also fall.

But Bray knew that this Aragami was not someone who could be easily dealt with.

I'm so tired. It's not that he's lazy, that's why he says that every day.

Just like how, although Bray can cut through steel, the physical effort required to cut steel is quite different from that required to cut tofu.

There's a saying that it's "as simple as cutting tofu."

Bray was about to complain about the guy who made that analogy.

Now he's about to catch his breath.

See how much sweat he's sweating? That must be really tiring.

The situation is really bad. If I can't kill this guy, I'll just have to lie here and be at his mercy.

The one thing he didn't want was to be manipulated by this big guy.

If possible... a slightly different type would also be fine.

Bray exhaled a breath of stale air, and his movements slowed down for a moment.

In this lull, the headless polluter was still trying to grab Bray.

He is not dead yet, and is still far from "death".

This level of damage is absolutely insufficient to kill the polluter.

He is a god of the wilderness; no matter what, he is an existence that has grasped concepts.

Bray knew perfectly well that the previous few sword strikes were all just a prelude.

He leaped backward, jumping off the polluter's shoulder—

The sword began its downward slash from the contaminated man's breastplate.

It wasn't in the center of the breastplate, but in the area where the cracks were most concentrated.

If Bray wanted to cut all the way down from the helmet, he couldn't do it.

If he insists on doing it this way, he won't have enough power to cut off the leg armor in the end.

Without the helmet, it's just right.

He didn't want Jue Xiang's blade to be damaged because of his poor swordsmanship.

The blade was already dull; to damage it further would be excessive.

You're right, aren't you?

Thus, a white line was drawn from top to bottom.

Man and sword returned to the ground, while the corrupted's body was cleaved in two.

Bray looked up at the polluter and blinked his dead fish eyes.

His hands braced against the longsword, its blade pointing downwards, which was stuck in the ground.

He wasn't trying to be cool.

Simply put—

I have no energy.

He was cleaved down from above with a sword, and his leg was still numb after landing.

He figured that if he hadn't cushioned or absorbed the force at all, his leg would have been broken long ago.

If this guy doesn't die... then is he going to be in big trouble...?

“I am…” the Wild God roared.

“God, right?” Bray added for Him. The word “effortless” was absolutely inappropriate to describe Bray in his current state.

Because this is his limit.

He looked at the god of chaos, but even lifting the sword in his hand was a bit difficult.

For Bray, dragging the battle into any kind of "prolonged" state would be a mistake.

What does it feel like when you're very tired?

Bray will experience a tingling sensation on his scalp, and may even feel a little dizzy.

Next, my heart started beating very fast, and although I could move my limbs, I was too lazy to move.

My breathing is disordered, and I can't even get a proper rest.

This is his current situation.

That's why he said he absolutely didn't want to engage in a protracted struggle with others.

"Boom—" But finally, the sound he wanted to hear rang in his ears.

The polluter broke apart amidst the roar, its body collapsing bit by bit.

However, even after he fell, he seemed to still have vitality.

His half-body, headless body, stretched out his hand toward where Bray was standing.

The cracked gauntlets were still full of power, capable of crushing Bray.

Bray raised his right eyelid slightly, but didn't move.

The reason he wasn't moving was that he couldn't run anymore.

The reason is quite straightforward, and Bray himself is quite moved by it.

As expected, you shouldn't mess with things like Aragami; they're not easy to deal with at all.

A normal guy, cut like that, should be unable to move at all, yet the Corruptor was still able to reach out his hand to Bray.

This is the Aragami? That's outrageous.

But when his hand was halfway out, the rest of his body began to convulse.

Even when cut in two, He never felt pain, yet now He was convulsing before Bray.

The flesh supporting the armor began to deform uncontrollably, with some of it even extending beyond the armor itself.

If Bray had been standing just a few meters closer to the contaminated creature, he would have been engulfed by its flesh and blood.

Bray had no interest in what would happen once he was wrapped in flesh and blood.

"I...I...I..." The corrupted creature on the ground, its head covered by armor, gradually became incoherent.

His hand fell heavily to the ground, and he could no longer lift it.

His body, which was already on the verge of collapse in a few days, was pushed beyond its limits after being so ravaged by Bray.

After the body goes berserk, it begins to atrophy.

His flesh and blood turned into handfuls of dust.

Finally, Bray could no longer hear His voice, and all that remained before him was the empty armor.

The thick layer of dust slowly drifted away as the wind blew.

Maybe in a week, all the dust will be gone.

That enormous armor, just the hands alone were as big as Bray's entire body.

But now it lies there quietly, and nothing will give it life again.

Bray's right eye peered inside the armor and instinctively narrowed.

He saw a woman inside the armor.

"Master, there is someone lying inside."

“I saw it, it’s a woman.” Bray nodded, unmoved.

"Master, you have no intention of saving her?"

"Saving her... let's think about that later," he said quietly, then sat cross-legged on the ground.