A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Migolawin had learned that Nickbolas had become an ally of a Dark Iron race.

It's quite possible that the ally is this human.

After He calmed down, He discovered so many suspicious points.

"It's hard to say who will live and who will die between us right now."

"Even without arms, I can still use my abilities, and my combat power is not affected."

"But your strength could also kill me."

"How about we call a truce?" Migoravan said patiently to the dead-eyed man in front of him.

Bray's dead fish eyes are already unpleasant to look at, but with the "mind's eye" opened, those dead fish eyes become even more lifeless.

Migolavian had no idea what Bray was thinking.

"Originally, I brought you in only to stop you from killing the god."

“How about I let you out, and we just leave each other alone?” Migoravan suggested.

Judging from Migolavin's statement, He seems to be showing some weakness.

Bray frowned.

“I will restore the town, but of course, I can’t take over the mess Logan made,” Migolavian added.

Bray paused for a moment.

Migoravan squinted, as if there was hope.

When the topic of restoring the town came up, Bray was somewhat persuaded.

Migolavin pondered Bray's thoughts.

For a person of the Silver rank to try and guess the thoughts of a Black Iron rank person is truly beneath their dignity.

But Migolavin had no choice; he didn't want to risk fighting Bray.

There's a 50% chance you'll die fighting Bray.

Migolavian cherished his life; he didn't want to be like that idiot Ramel, risking his life to fight others.

“That’s right, the town can be restored. How about we make a deal on that?”

"Do you think the dead can be brought back to life?" Bray asked in a low voice, his head bowed.

“…” Migoravan was stunned for a moment.

Bray did not stop advancing; the gleaming cold light of his sword made Migoravan uneasy.

"Wait a minute! I'm not a warlike Silver Race either. There's no need for you to fight me to the death."

Bray, carrying two swords, walked calmly toward the house where Migorawin was.

"Yes, I can even give you special abilities."

Migolavian panicked a little as he watched Bray approach.

"I can give you abilities related to the eyes."

"Don't you Black Iron races yearn for abilities like the 'Mystic Eye'?"

"Giving you the 'Magic Eye' is something I can do easily."

People always pursue power, and in this era, it is common to exchange power for fame and wealth.

There was once a person who was worshipped and gained immense fame and fortune because he possessed a "magic eye" that could kill his enemies.

He was even later revered as a "hero".

Bray looked up at Migorlavin.

He couldn't see it, but he knew very well that Migoravan was in that place.

“Do I need to pursue these things?” Bray asked Migoravan. “In other words, you have no intention of making a deal with me.” Migoravan’s face darkened.

“You need to understand one thing: I’m not someone you can’t beat,” Migoravan said coldly.

Since the soft approach wasn't working, Migolavin had no choice but to continue fighting with Bray.

Migolawen clenched his fist towards the void, and the open space in front of Bray seemed to have been slammed down by a heavy object, causing it to cave in deeply.

Bray paused, holding two swords in front of him.

The flying pebbles struck the sword, producing a continuous series of soft sounds.

Migolavian never considered using any means to control Bray, because he knew very well that it was almost impossible.

He wasn't a fool, and of course he could tell at a glance that Bray had a very strong will.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to stay awake during the nightmare.

Instead of manipulating Bray's mentality, it's better to strike him directly on a physical level.

"Squeak—" A laser beam swept out from Migoravan's head.

At the same time, pillars were erected behind Bray, blocking his escape route.

Bray used "Severing Strike" to cleave the laser beam in two without retreating an inch.

But the next second, an alarm bell rang in Bray's mind.

"Squeak—" The laser swept in from all directions, cutting the ground open.

Four or five Migolavians surrounded Bray, attacking him with lasers shot from their eyes.

These migraines are all aggressive, not illusions.

Despite Bray's best efforts to dodge, he was still grazed by a laser beam.

"Sizzle—" The skin that was rubbed was instantly burned black.

“Hahahaha!!!” Migoravan around them burst into laughter.

"As expected, as long as I'm careful, you're no match for me." The overlapping voices echoed.

However, to Bray, these sounds were almost like noise.

Although these migoravons all appear to be lethal.

But ultimately, only one is the original; no matter how real the others are, they are merely copies.

"Hoo—" Bray exhaled a breath of stale air.

Strictly speaking, this nightmare cannot be called a world, not even a small world.

Therefore, mental imagery cannot be developed here at all.

Without a mental image, it would be quite difficult for Bray to fight against the Silver type head-on.

One wrong move and you could lose your life here.

Just like now, Bray has been cornered by Migorlavin.

In the nightmare, the option of running away is meaningless to Bray.

How is it possible to escape Migolavin from nightmares?

If you keep running away, you'll end up like a character in a horror story—a dead end.

Surprisingly, Bray remained completely unmoved under these circumstances.

Neither fearful nor excited.

Courage? This is not courage.

Courage refers to the willpower to move forward even when one is afraid.

But Bray had no fear, and therefore no courage.

My heart is like a stagnant pool, not even a ripple can be stirred.

Long ago, some people commented that Bray was abnormal.

The words in Bray's right eye were spinning, and the faster they spun, the dimmer the light in his pupil became.

Finally, the text stopped spinning, and Bray's right pupil became like an endless abyss.

It was deep, with no light coming out of it and no light able to penetrate it.

Bray sheathed his longsword and picked up his greatsword.

"Thump—" The ground cracked.

"Whoosh—" The jet-black greatsword was thrown from Bray's right hand like a comet.

Ripples spread wherever the greatsword swept across.

The nightmare became extremely unstable, seemingly on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

The jet-black greatsword added a deep black mark to the landscape.

The moment "Beers" was released, all the surrounding Migoravans simultaneously petrified and then shattered.

"Onis Swordsmanship" and "Golden Death Star"

"BOOM!!! ...

But is there really nothing there?

The place, which should have been empty, now contained Migolawin, whose head had been pierced by a greatsword.

This is the real Migoravan.

“Gahhh! How could you…” Migoravan said with difficulty.

With his eyes almost completely shattered by the greatsword, Migorawen's vision is now incredibly dim.

With only one eye remaining, Migoravan's field of vision became extremely narrow.

“Don’t you already know I’m cunning?” Bray said calmly.

Migolavin knew, of course, that Bray had mastered "Mind's Eye".

However, Bray's level of "mind's eye" control was such that it was impossible for him to destroy his own clone, nor could he so easily find His location.

"Haha, amazing, so amazing in reality and in nightmares."

"But what makes you think you can fight me now that you've lost a weapon?" Migoravan sneered, enduring the excruciating pain.

“…” Bray did not answer.

Because Migoravan was telling the truth.

Without his greatsword, Bray's combat strength would be significantly reduced.

Even though Migolavin lost his eyes and arms, he was still able to use Nightmare.

The blood moon in the sky shone with a crimson light.

Then the clouds piled up and covered the blood moon.

"Hahahaha!! Isn't this a win for me?" Migoravan felt very strange.

He was so excited because he won a Black Iron seed.

The entire town of nightmares became incredibly gloomy.

Despite having his head pierced by a greatsword, Migorawen will not die immediately.

However, having lost his arm, Migoravan was unable to wield the sword.

Without eyesight, lasers are obviously unusable.

However, Nightmare's abilities are sufficient to deal with Bray, who has lost one of his weapons.

"BOOM!!!!" The ground bulged and thunder roared in the sky.

Giant, withered arms emerged from the ground and slammed towards Bray.

At the same time, blood rained down from the sky.

Bray, his clothes stained with blood, dodged the attacks in a disheveled state.

However, relying solely on his longsword, Bray couldn't cut these things down in a short time.

The longsword was ultimately too blunt.