A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Just after Naruko flew a long way, the roof she had been standing on was smashed by a giant hand that reached out from the surface of the god.

"Ahhh, I'm going to die, this is so exciting!" Naruko's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

However, the god-man made no further move because He had been beaten.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" With a loud bang, the god's enormous body tilted to one side.

Bray, his feet firmly planted on the ground, maintained his upward-slashing greatsword stance, not yet finished with his attack.

“Aaaaaaahh ...

The already somewhat eerie town of Knight became even more sinister with these screams.

Why are you getting in our way?

"Well, who knows," Bray murmured, without directly answering the question posed by the god.

"We stand on the side of humanity, so why are you turning against us?" The question remains: what questions do gods and men have?

However, these problems did not trouble the gods for long.

In a short moment, the god understood why he was being treated this way.

His appearance was so horrifying that his behavior seemed to others like cannibalism.

He was defined as a monster by others.

“We understand, we appear to be monsters from inside.” The god sighed heavily.

The membrane-covered brain writhed, and indeed, the only word to describe it was "monster."

The thinking of gods is also that of humans, and moreover, that of many people. They have a broader perspective and are able to analyze everything more objectively.

Whether you're an ordinary person or an adventurer who deals with all sorts of monsters, when you see the appearance of a god, you'll only think of "running away" or "slaying".

"Therefore, it's understandable that you want to stop us from accepting our compatriots, and even want to kill us."

"But we don't want to die either." Since humans and gods are a community composed of human beings, they also have the human desire to survive.

"Boom!!!" Several large hands slowly slammed into the ground, producing a deafening roar.

The gods, who had not previously launched an active attack, began to attack on Ray.

However, neither the human nor the god possesses any offensive techniques.

Bray only needs to focus a little more to escape unscathed.

"As expected, there's a lack of strong individuals; there's no offensive capability whatsoever." The god muttered to himself.

Of course, if a god or human wanted to learn, it wouldn't take much time at all.

However, the opponent of the god of men is Bray, and Bray's skills are not something that the god of men can learn in a short time.

But Bray also discovered that there were tricky aspects to the relationship between humans and gods.

The human god's regenerative abilities are terrifying, and he has no idea where his weakness lies.

Even Bray couldn't see through the weaknesses of the god-man.

This enormous brain appears incredibly fragile, yet attacking any part of it is not particularly effective.

Bray's eyes sharpened, and he climbed up the wall to the roof.

Now all he can do is hope that he can deliver a devastating blow that injures the god.

Otherwise, Bray will eventually be worn down and killed.

Just as Bray got into position, the blood moon in the sky began to distort.

A thin hand reached out from the blood moon.

These hands are enormous, yet they appear gaunt and thin.

“That won’t do, you can’t kill this guy.” The ethereal voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

The hand reached out to grab Bray.

Bray could not possibly be captured so easily.

He dodged slightly and avoided the strange hand.

However, after Bray dodged the question, a mocking sound rang out from the sky.

"Hahaha, do you know what a trap is?"

"!?!" Bray found himself in a twisted, void cave after dodging the hand.

He was tricked.

When Bray tried to break free, he found that the cave was pulling him back.

A powerful attraction slowly drew Bray into the cave.

“Brai!” Naruko and Levy noticed Bray’s condition and became anxious.

"Don't come any closer, get away from this god!" Bray roared.

But what about you?

A bird, invisible to everyone, swept across the dark red sky.

But this bird is visible to Bray.

"It's okay, it'll be okay." Bray's eyes calmed down.

"Take care of yourself." These were Bray's last words before he was dragged into the cave. "Bray!" Naruko could only watch helplessly as Bray was pulled away.

Without Bray's suppression, the gods and men began to do whatever they wanted.

The god-man rolled up several townspeople on the ground and swallowed them whole.

Just then, a bird flew past Naruko.

The shimmering feathers were very eye-catching.

Especially in this oppressive world, it stands out conspicuously.

Naruko had never seen this bird before, but she felt a strange sense of familiarity with it.

"A bird?" Naruko was taken aback.

"Hmm?" Levy looked around but didn't see anything strange.

The strange bird circled in the sky, curiously observing the scenery below.

A sound of armor rubbing together rang out.

"Skylark, stop playing and come back."

Upon hearing this, the strange bird in the sky reluctantly landed on the ground.

At that moment, Naruko looked in the direction the bird had flown and saw a familiar figure.

“It’s you?” Naruko recognized him; this was the swordsman she had seen at the “Prophet’s Tomb” before.

He wore a white suit of armor, which, though worn, exuded an inexplicable aura.

Efficient and powerful.

That strange white helmet had nowhere to look out.

The faceplate area is decorated only with patterns.

There is only one swordsman left wearing this helmet.

Whiteface stood on the roof of a building, looking down at the bulky human-god.

"Despite having mastered 'mind's eye,' you still fell into a simple trap," White Face said coldly.

“That’s really stupid.” He criticized Bray without any politeness as he was dragged away by Migolavin.

The lark flew to Whiteface's shoulder and began to preen its feathers.

The bird remained completely unmoved by this hellish scene.

"How did you end up here?" Naruko asked, looking at Hakumen in astonishment.

The white-faced man turned towards Naruko's direction.

"Is that important?" Whiteface retorted.

"..." Naruko was speechless for a moment, as if this really wasn't important.

"That guy will be fine, he just looks terrible." This time, Bai Mian seemed to talk a lot more.

Even the lark on the white-faced man's shoulder looked at him in surprise.

"I originally wanted to see just how far he had gone."

"But now it seems, it's nothing special," Bai Mian murmured.

The sound coming through the helmet was muffled and indistinct.

Whiteface hadn't forgotten what he'd told Bray.

He was just waiting; Bray's growth would inevitably take time.

However, Whiteface did not expect that Bray would be so "busy".

"Chirp chirp!" Lark pecked at Whiteface's helmet.

"Don't peck randomly," White Face said coldly.

Having lost its sight, the white face's other senses become incredibly powerful.

A lark's peck can be very annoying.

“Hmm…” Levy wagged her tail and looked at Whiteface strangely.

Hakumen seemed to realize that Levy was looking at him, so he turned to face Levy as well.

"Ugh!" Levy exclaimed in surprise and hid behind the chimney.

However, Shiro's attention didn't stay on Levy for long.

"Never mind." With that, the pale-faced figure disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, the pale-faced man appeared on the street.

The white-faced man walked straight toward the god, blocking the path the god was bound to take.

"Chirp chirp!!!" The lark was left on the roof, and it was a little annoyed.

"Chirp chirp!" The lark flapped its wings, expressing its strong dissatisfaction.

But Shiro completely ignored Hibari.

He walked slowly, the armor rubbing and colliding against each other, making a "clattering" sound.

"Who are you? What are you?" The god stopped moving and asked the white-faced man.

"White Face." White Face raised his head, confronting the god and man.

"White Face? That can't be a name; it must be a code name." The god pondered.

“It’s exhausting to talk to smart people,” White Face said.

"Are you standing before us also to kill us?"

“But we believe you are not human; at the very least, you possess an aura that humans shouldn't have.”

The god spoke very seriously to the white-faced man.

"Or rather, were you once human?"

"They're just monsters now." The white-faced man brandished the sword on his back.

The longsword was broken, but its silvery-white blade still exuded a chilling aura.

The sound of the sword being drawn was exceptionally pleasant.

It sounds strange, but that's really how it is.

It was clearly a sharp weapon, and the moment it was drawn, its crisp sound leaped up like musical notes.

The cracks on the sword could not conceal the powerful aura emanating from it.

There is no self-will residing in the sword, it is just a sword, a sword that has fought countless battles.