A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Seeing this, Beattie gave another wry smile; he had lost count of how many times he had done this before.

What a peaceful atmosphere! You have to understand that he had just fought a fierce battle with Takaman not long ago.

No, it should be said that he was unilaterally suppressed by the other party.

"Is it alright for that angel to just be like that?" Bray glanced at Afrena, who had completely lost her fighting ability.

“Of course it’s related,” Beattie said, shaking his hand helplessly.

"Don't let my appearance fool you, I still care about her quite a bit."

"I've traveled with her for a few years, after all, right?"

“That’s true, it’s been several years after all.” Bray nodded, speaking in a very subtle tone.

Betley clasped his hands together, then slapped the ground with both palms.

A circular formation was completed in an instant.

As the circular formation faded, Afrena's figure disappeared from the beach.

"Why are you only sending her away now?"

"I just forgot."

"..."

“Actually, I have a way to move to another direction in Elataba. Do you want to escape?” Betley chuckled.

He did indeed plan an escape in advance, and that's how Afrena was sent away.

"Do you think I want to?" Bray looked at Betley expressionlessly.

“He doesn’t seem like someone who wants to run away.” Betley squinted, scrutinizing Bray’s weary face.

It seems Bray wasn't lying; he had indeed been through a fierce battle, otherwise he wouldn't be so exhausted.

“You’ve wasted a lot of time,” Takaman said coldly.

“We’ll have to wait a bit. If it’s going to be a challenge, we need to be fully prepared,” Beatrix shrugged.

“Three minutes.” Takaman held up three fingers, indicating that the countdown had already begun.

Despite Takaman's pride, he disdained to attack first.

However, if it's too much of a waste of time, He will carefully consider whether or not to take the initiative first.

I only hope that the unprepared enemy will not be easily wiped out.

"Originally, I really wanted to gang up on Him with you."

“But you’re way too late.” Bate pointed to his abdomen.

His abdomen had an exaggerated wound, and many black butterflies were fluttering around it.

Those butterflies are intangible and cannot be easily driven away.

Because of these eerie black butterflies, Betley was unable to heal his wounds with divine magic.

Betley had no idea what it was.

He could only continue his guerrilla warfare against Takaman, despite his injuries.

“I can only play support for you,” Beatrix sighed.

“Here, this is the baton.” He suddenly patted Bray on the chest.

He had nothing in his hands, which surprised Bray.

"Huh?" Bray asked in confusion.

“So, it’s a relay race,” Beattie said with a mysterious smile to Bray.

“Then, let’s do something we’ve done before,” Beatrix said.

Bray glanced at Betley, then picked up his sword and walked forward.

Without needing to waste words, although his collaboration with Beatley was two years ago, Bray still remembers what he should do and what Beatley wants to do.

"You, you and him really get along." A clumsy yet adorable child's voice echoed in Beatrix's mind.

“Yes, he’s a good guy.” Betley touched his ring lightly.

No matter how well you maintain a ring, it will always have that old and worn look.

The lettering on the ring, shimmering with a deep blue light, constantly tells the story of what the ring carries.

--"Yeah?"

"Yes, you'll know once you spend some time with them."

“Well then, let’s all give it our all.” Betley smiled, hoping that Bray would make good use of the baton he had given him.

He certainly didn't want to see Bray return.

"Judgment, sinners, at the Cross of Graves."

As the words fell, a thick gloom enveloped the world around them.

A dark atmosphere permeated every corner of this mental world.

One tombstone after another stood in the wilderness, each bearing the name of all the cultists Betley had killed.

Even if those cult members die, they will be engraved in this place and judged forever.

This is the place where evil is judged, and Beatrix is ​​the sole judge, the absolute dictator.

These names will only continue to increase, never decrease.

The somber tones, devoid of any bright colors, made it impossible for anyone to feel cheerful in this cemetery.

Apart from crows, there were only rotting corpses in this place.

The body lay beside the tombstone, being torn apart by crows.

However, it's hard to imagine that in such a mental world, the self-will is that of a girl with such a lovely voice.

Betley never asked her name, and her face was always hidden by a large hat.

That's how Betley and she have always lived together.

In any case, the fact that this girl is the self-will of this mental image is undeniable.

In this mental world, divine power is controlled by Beatrix.

In other words, Beatrix can manipulate all the fragments of "concepts" at will here.

Apart from Betley, no one else can use divine magic.

Of course, if the other party is a deity, then it's a different story.

However, if it is just a Silver species whose "concept" is suppressed, Betley is fully capable of locking down the opponent's ability.

It must be said that the two are very compatible.

If Betley and Bray team up, the Silver Seeds will be unable to use any abilities.

"Wow, that's really amazing!" the cute voice exclaimed. Although it wasn't the second time she had seen this scene, she was always amazed every time she saw it.

It's truly amazing that they managed to dethrone the Silver Seed.

"Three minutes have passed." Takaman retracted the three fingers he had extended.

He was completely unconcerned that he was trapped in the world of mental images.

No matter what the other party did, Takaman simply waited silently for three minutes to pass.

In the gloomy world, a figure appears.

"You think sealing the 'concept' is enough?" Takaman raised his head, flames surging between his words.

Those flames are not a "concept" of Takaman, but rather a characteristic inherent in His being.

The illogical "concept" is only an important part of the difference between silver and lower species; the other qualities of silver are also far superior to those of lower species.

“We’re not that naive,” Bray said casually.

"Is it really that naive?"

"But in my opinion, you lower races are really naive."

Before Takaman could finish speaking, Bray vanished from the spot, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

"Eighteen Styles" in a Flash

The sword struck Takaman, sending sparks flying.

Unfortunately, Takaman blocked the sword with his arm; its rock-like appearance was far harder than he had imagined.

“Very well, I accept your challenge.” Takaman regarded Bray’s sword strike as a provocation and a challenge.

He is happy to accept challenges.

"It's been a long time since I've truly fought with my own body." Takaman slapped Bray away from in front of him.

Bray, who had been slapped away, couldn't help but frown.

That's quite a bit of power, even greater than Redip's.

Moreover, unlike Redip, who lacked combat experience, Takaman was a veteran of countless battles.

The attack will probably be difficult to deal with.

Bray moved his wrist to relieve the soreness and numbness.

“Actually, I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time.” Takaman took a step forward, and the surrounding cross-shaped tomb shattered into pieces.

To fight against such beings in the mental world, one must be prepared for the mental world to be destroyed.

Clearly, Betley knew this and was mentally prepared.

He had staked everything on Bray.

"This is the perfect place for a fierce battle." With Takaman's deafening voice, the ground cracked open, and magma could be faintly seen in the fissures.

Takaman reached into the crevice and pulled out a spear made of solidified rock.

Just like Takaman's appearance, the spear was flowing with molten lava.

Whether it's silver or the earlier gold variety, neither of them inherently possessed the concept of "weapons."

They were originally more accustomed to using their own bodies and abilities.

The concept of "weapons" was only grasped by primitive civilizations after they emerged.

Takamans were fond of weapons because they symbolized power.

He was a battle fanatic to the core.

Therefore, He especially favored the spear, which was called the king of weapons.

"Whoosh—" The spear swept horizontally, stirring up a burst of flames that spread outwards, burning right up to Bray's side.

“…” Bray stood in the fire, silently looking up at the tall Takaman.

The fierce flames, when near Bray, were like a docile kitten, not burning a single piece of his clothing.

Bray stared at the spear twirling in Takaman's hand and sighed helplessly.

Takaman's spear was a full 6 meters long, and with a casual swing, it was a distance that was difficult for mines to dodge.

After all, Takaman himself is very tall, so the spear, as a weapon, naturally needs to match his size.

"Another advantage has been wiped out? Not bad, really not bad."

“Come on,” Takaman said in a deep voice.

As long as we can fight, nothing else matters.

He is not good at scheming and plotting.

Rather than letting Him struggle with how to destroy the "World Wall," it would be more satisfying for Him to fight a guy.

Now that the concept is gone, and the flames don't seem to be doing any harm to Bray, Takaman has lost many of his advantages.

But this is better; for Takaman, this kind of battle is better.

"Bang!!!" Takaman raised his spear and slashed down with the spearhead.