A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

So what if you talk a lot? You've been out of the spotlight for decades, are you saying you can't even talk anymore?!

"And not only has their strength declined so drastically, but their beliefs have also become so strange?" Arlen's tone suddenly turned serious.

You could even hear a hint of anger in his voice.

"What's wrong with that assassin girl! What's she thinking?!" "Digan" is Arlen's eye; he can know what's happening in the outside world through this knight's lance.

Arlen was very unhappy with Misala's actions.

"Sacrifice one girl to protect the majority?"

"Do you really think this is right? You've even tacitly agreed to it!" Arlen slammed his hand on the conference table and stood up abruptly.

“…” Nisha didn’t expect Arlen to suddenly explode, so she straightened up and listened to Arlen’s reprimand.

"Their first thought was to trade a small number for a larger one?! Why didn't they immediately consider protecting everyone together?"

"Why can't we come up with a solution that doesn't require sacrificing the girl?"

"You little brats can't even win, and your thinking is so rigid!"

"Should we be afraid just because we can't win?"

"Holy crap! We're the 'Great Enemy of Gods'! Not the Bronze Enemy!" Arlen said, getting angrier and angrier.

Arren has been keeping a close eye on the current situation of "God's Great Enemy".

But Arlen couldn't tell anyone that Nisa had appeared now.

Oh, and there's also a dead fish eye. "This..." Nisha was stunned after hearing Arlen's words.

The resources left by the ancestors of the "Great Enemy of God" are already abundant, but the "Great Enemy of God" often cherishes these resources too much and fails to use them.

But the resources left behind by our predecessors are precisely for times like this!

Faced with this situation, instead of thinking of using all of the "greatest enemy of God" to protect everyone, he wants to sacrifice others?

Don't be ridiculous! The original purpose of the "Great Enemy of God" was to protect all the Black Iron race at all costs!

Back then, "The Great Enemy of God" wasn't even an organization of this size, but it accomplished many great feats that organizations today cannot achieve.

"So timid and cowardly, actually afraid of a Silver-ranked being!"

"When I was alive, everyone risked their lives to fight against the superior species."

"My teammates and I have fought against hundreds of bronze-level enemies and driven out two silver-level enemies."

"And you?" Arren stared at Nisha.

“We can only fight against the Bronze-type enemies in front of us…and mostly fight against the Demon King…” Nisha lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Alren.

Bray was also taken aback for a moment. He remembered that Barossa had also risked his life to seal away that great demon.

The guy who set me on this journey really does resemble a member of the "Great Enemy of God" that Arlen described.

"I joined the 'Great Enemy of God' not for glory, nor for any other reason."

"It's for sacrifice and protection."

"Do you understand? The 'Great Enemy of God' should be a place where madmen gather."

“What the hell are these ‘Great Enemies of God’ these days?” Arlen spat on the ground.

"Hey, Senior Arlen, even if you're angry, don't spit in the 'Hall of Fire' anymore!" A middle-aged man appeared at the conference table at some point.

"Tch, calling yourself a senior, yet so disrespectful," Arlen said, picking his nose with a sneer.

As the middle-aged man was talking to Arlen, more and more people gathered around the conference table.

In the end, there were 16 people in total.

These were all powerful "enemies of the gods" who had died.

As time goes by, the souls of the deceased that remain from the past will dissipate, and new souls of the deceased will take their place in this place.

Of course, not all members of "The Enemy of God" are qualified to sit in this place.

"Oh my, is this the little girl who's about to awaken? So cute!" a lady exclaimed, covering her face.

"Hurry up and wake her up, then let me go to sleep." A boxer looked exhausted.

"This old lecher isn't flirting with this girl this time? Surprising." A very young ranger looked at Arlen in astonishment.

The 16 people kept talking.

Only when someone enters the "Hall of Fire" and awakens can these people speak.

This mental world is not independent, and the connections it makes are beyond Bray's imagination.

The "Wandering Tomb" connects to this conference hall, and it is because of the characteristics of the "Wandering Tomb" that these dead people are able to remain.

But normally these souls wander aimlessly in the cemetery like the walking dead.

These souls will only briefly awaken when the "Hall of Fire" is opened.

Of course, people like Arlen, who are the ones using weapons, can still learn about the outside world while wandering around.

"Awakening?" Nisha blinked her beautiful eyes.

“Yes, it’s awakening,” Arren said.

"I'll grant you the power this weapon should possess, let you acquire the skills of those who came before you, and incidentally, strengthen your body as well," a man shrouded in black robes said somberly.

"Do you really think that the Black Iron race can become a high-level combat race without accumulating experience through inheritance?" a clown said with a grin.

Only by continuously inheriting the experience and strength of our predecessors can we have even a sliver of a chance to defeat higher species.

Not to mention these guys, Bray also inherited his sword skills from a great hero, which qualified him to embark on this journey.

But why do you say there's only a trace left?

Since the Black Iron variety has such a method of inheritance, how could the higher varieties not have it?

"What's wrong with this dead fish eye? How can someone who isn't a 'Great Enemy of God' be allowed to come in?" a burly man carrying a giant axe said in a deep voice.

"Don't mind me, I'm just passing by." Bray silently retreated to the corner.

It seems he's not the main character here; Nisha is.

“Ignore him.” Arlen shook his head.

“Let’s begin.” Everyone said in unison.

The next moment, it was as if thousands of people were chanting some epic in Nisha's ear.

“The mark…” Nisha touched the “Enemy of God” tattoo on the back of her neck, which was hidden by her ponytail.

The tattoo made Nisha feel a little hot, and then countless memories flooded into Nisha's mind.

"Ugh!" Nisha endured the pain without crying out, only letting out a muffled groan.

The chanting gradually faded away and finally disappeared completely.

Nisha has already **.

"It's over." The process was unexpectedly quick and simple.

"I'll talk about it again if I have the chance later," the young knight said.

"Oh dear, I really hope that the 'Great Enemy of God' can have more capable children." The noblewoman licked her lips.

"The legacy of the 'Great Enemy of God' must not be lost," the man in black robes said in a deep voice.

These once formidable enemies of the gods vanished one by one, like flames extinguished.

Arlen was left alone sitting at the conference table.

"Do you understand completely now?" Arlen asked.

“I understand.” Nisha nodded solemnly.

Only she knows what happened to herself and what she accepted.

"Now that you understand, let's leave the Hall of Fire."

"Do what you were going to do anyway."

“While you’re here, you’ll be isolated from the outside world. Don’t worry about the child’s safety during this time,” Arlen said, shrugging.

"Thank you, seniors." Nisha bowed deeply, paying the highest tribute to the extinguished flames.

Nisha's figure was enveloped in a ball of flame, and when the flame died down, she disappeared from the dilapidated conference hall.

Nisha left, but Bray did not.

"???" A question mark appeared in Bray's right eye.

What are you doing? Why haven't I left yet? Bray isn't a member of "God's Enemy".

"Don't worry, I'll send you away soon," Arlen said.

"Are you in such a hurry to hug that big-breasted girl?" Arlen naturally knew that Bray had been holding Nisa the whole time in order to protect her.

"..." Bray's lips twitched, somewhat speechless.

Although he admitted that he had indeed been holding Nisha the whole time, he was still annoyed that the old man had said it out loud.

“I just want to ask you something.” Arlen stood up and walked towards Bray.

“This is ‘The Last Echo,’ isn’t it? It’s that kid’s sword.” Arlen looked at the longsword at Bray’s waist.

"You know Barossa?" Bray was stunned.

“Of course, that lad did quite a few great things with me.” Arlen stroked his chin, recalling the past. Barossa was only in his early twenties when Arlen died.

Barossa had always accompanied Arren on missions.

When Barossa was 16, he began following Arren to hunt down and track strange things.

The "swan song" was awarded to Barossa when he was 20 years old.

Barossa gave up again when he was 30.

"I didn't expect this sword, in such a broken state, could still be used." Arlen raised his beard, somewhat surprised.

"However, this sword has been inherited." Before Arren died, Barossa was still using "The Last Echo".

The "Final Echo" was already dilapidated back then, and now it's even more unbearable to look at.

"That kid used this sword to cut through the hardest armor of the Silver type, what an idiot."

"..." This is the reason why the sword is chipped.

"How's that Barossa kid doing? He even gave you his sword?" Arlen suddenly asked.

Bray pondered for a long time.

“He’s dead,” Bray said.

Arlen was stunned.

"Dead? But this kid isn't in the conference hall..." Arlen was a little puzzled.

"He really died... to seal away a demon."

“He broke in front of me,” Bray said in a deep voice.

"Is that so..." Arlen was filled with emotion.

After listening to Bray's words, Arlen roughly understood what was going on in Barossa.

That guy sacrificed himself entirely.

"He actually sacrificed himself to seal away a demon. When did this kid become so cowardly?"

Only when the soul is also gone will Barossa be unable to enter the Hall of Fire after death.

However, although Arlen said that Barossa was a fish, he felt very regretful inside.

If that kid hadn't ultimately chosen not to use the weapon passed down from the "Great Enemy of God," he probably would have entered the "Hall of Fire" like Nisa and inherited the "legacy" of his predecessors.

"That kid should have no problem fighting ordinary demons. He probably ran into some famous and powerful demon." Arlen sighed.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Bray looked at Arlen.

The old man knew Barossa, so Bray's attitude softened slightly.

"There's nothing more to ask. Asking more is pointless. I'm just a dead man." Arlen stretched.