A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Break!" Bray uttered a short, sharp word.

"Crack—"

Fragments of rock fell from the sky.

A meteor shower suddenly fell over the sky above Eratabah.

"Hahahahahahahaha!!!"

"Breaklas!"

"The one who upholds the precepts!!!!!"

"That was awesome! Absolutely awesome! I've lost!!!" Takaman, now only a small part of his upper body remaining, exclaimed sincerely to Bray.

Bray and Takaman fell straight down.

Takaman isn't dead yet; Bray needs to finish him off.

With his body shattered like this, Takaman has essentially lost any chance of defeating Bray.

Bray only needed to draw his sword and swing it once to kill Takaman.

But... if Bray falls like that, he will surely die.

The outcome of the battle was self-evident.

As Bray plummeted downwards, he raised his right eyelid and saw a sliver of light shining through the thick clouds.

Dawn has finally broken, but it's far too late.

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“Breaklas!” Betley realized something was wrong when he saw the fortress left on the ground by Brey begin to collapse.

That guy would definitely die if he fell straight down.

“Mr. Nobleman Number Two, didn’t we agree that everyone should stay still?” Jonathan reached out and grabbed Beatty’s shoulder.

Betley turned his head and glared at the smiling clown mask.

“Saint…” Betley opened his left hand, wanting to use divine magic to save the falling Bray.

"Swoosh—" But Jonathan lightly used his cane to pierce Beatley's abdomen.

"Cough cough..." Betley's divine spell was abruptly interrupted.

"Oh well, I've already said it, it looks fine to us, doesn't it?" Jonathan shrugged helplessly and took out a rag to wipe his blood-stained cane.

“That’s terrible, Mr. Ringholder. Because of Mr. Takaman, you can’t even heal yourself.” Jonathan tapped his own chest and said to Beatrix with a regretful tone.

“You’re holding a grudge against me for breaking your mask before, aren’t you?” Beattie said with a grim face, sizing up Jonathan.

"Hehe~ I've been found out." Jonathan readily admitted his thoughts.

"It's rare to see Mr. No. 2, the one who upholds the precepts, so weak. We can't afford not to cherish this opportunity."

“I might not be able to bully you like this again.” Jonathan started gesturing excitedly.

"Then I really look forward to seeing you again." Betley grinned wickedly and slammed his hand on the ground.

“The Blessing of the Saint.” After Betley finished speaking, a golden circular array appeared on the ground in the distance.

The mines that should have been high in the sky are now lying in that circular formation.

"Oops, I was too busy talking." Jonathan looked at the pale-faced Bray in the distance with annoyance. "No good~" Jonathan hummed a little tune that didn't make sense, and strolled towards Bray.

“Wait a minute.” This time it was Betley’s turn to grab Jonathan’s shoulder.

“Eek, Mr. Ring-Holder Number Two, do you really want to fight a lowly person in this condition?” Jonathan exaggeratedly bent over.

He seemed boneless, twisting and turning his body as he looked at Betley from all directions.

"Enough with the nonsense..." Betley knew his injuries were serious, but he couldn't just let Jonathan walk up to Bray's side.

“Although I dislike violence, my passion is hard to contain,” Jonathan sighed, his smile on his mask growing exaggerated.

Just as an atmosphere of impending battle filled the air between the two, a huge rock fell from the sky.

"BOOM!!!!" The rock smashed into the ground, creating a deep crater, and the shockwave lifted the hems of Jonathan and Beatrix's clothes.

"Hey, what's going on?" Jonathan asked, shielding his eyes from the sand with his arm.

It was a rock covered with charred marks.

"Jonathan, don't cause trouble this time." A voice came from the charred rocks.

If you look closely, you'll see that this is part of Takaman's upper body.

The scalding lava solidified, leaving these charred marks.

"Oh, it's Mr. Takaman."

“Oh dear, this is a bit of a dilemma.” Jonathan flicked his top hat, his tone sounding somewhat conflicted.

“You are not allowed to do anything from now on, Jonathan.”

Despite his serious injuries, Takaman still spoke with a strong voice.

As long as He is not shattered into even greater pieces, He will not be in any danger.

"Keep going, Brayclas!" Takaman stared intently at Bray, who was lying on the ground.

No matter how many times, Takaman will say this.

He was simply hoping that Bray would respond to his words.

“I’ve said it many times, what you said is very noisy,” Bray said weakly.

Lying on his back, he groped around haphazardly and then touched a sword.

The moment he touched it, he knew it was his sword.

Bray gripped the tattered longsword tightly, then struggled to his feet.

Unfortunately, the effects of Bray's mental world have long since ended.

At this point, there was nothing that could alleviate Bray's injuries.

He gripped his sword with his still-conscious left hand and walked step by step toward Takaman.

It's unclear how long it will take before Bray is able to take that first step.

Every step was fraught with pain.

"Hahaha!!!!" Takaman burst into laughter as he looked at Bray's demonic appearance.

This indomitable spirit truly shook His soul.

“Swing…the…sword,” Takaman said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Wait a moment!"

“That’s dramatic enough, everyone. Let’s stop here for now. This can’t go on,” Jonathan suddenly said.

He spread his arms, and Betley was thrown dozens of meters away.

"Damn it." Betley lay in the rubble, watching Jonathan's retreating figure with displeasure.

If Takaman hadn't injured him so badly, he wouldn't have been so brutally abused by Jonathan.

"This final battle truly brings a perfect end to the drama written by the villain." Jonathan walked arrogantly with his arms outstretched.

Jonathan walked slowly, but even so, he was still faster than Bray, who took half a minute to take a step.

He thus gracefully arrived in Bray's path, blocking the way between Bray and Takaman.

“Jonathan!!!” Takaman roared angrily.

"Even though you told me not to do anything, it won't work."

“Calm down, you’ll soon realize I’m doing this for your own good.” Jonathan took off his hat and tossed it at Takaman.

The top hat spun in mid-air before finally landing gently on Takaman's head.

“…” Bray raised his eyelids, his right eye fixed on Jonathan.

Then, the longsword was raised and then slashed down heavily.

Jonathan extended a white-gloved finger and placed it against the blade.

“…” Bray remained silent.

"Sigh." Jonathan let out a long sigh; it was rare to hear Jonathan make such a sound.

“Mr. Monk.” These words came from beneath Jonathan’s mask.

"This sword strike was so weak, so weak that even I can't help but sigh."

"This sword strike is something that anyone can block."

"When the villain says 'anyone can,' he includes ordinary people."

“Yes, just ordinary people.” Jonathan began to speak at length.

"Having grown accustomed to your powerful swordsmanship, to see such a feeble sword strike again truly fills me with感慨 (a sense of mixed feelings).

Jonathan had never seen Bray wield such a sword.

However, this also truly shows that Bray has reached his limit and is no longer able to fight.

If this continues, I don't even know if I can save my life.

After all, Betley was also seriously injured by Jonathan.

Who can treat Bray's injuries? It's such a shame.

"Mr. Takaman, do you understand now?"

“Even if Mr. Bijing swung this sword, he could not break through your defense.”

“No one can destroy this last part of you, no matter what,” Jonathan shrugged and explained to Takaman.

"BOOM!!!!!" The ground shook as Takaman raged.

Takaman was extremely dissatisfied; how could it end like this at the very last moment?

It was too hasty, the ending was far too hasty!

"Breaklas! Keep going!!!"

“It’s a real shame, Mr. Takaman, that Mr. Ring-Bearer is truly unable to continue,” Jonathan said, then revealed a malicious smile on his mask.

So, at this point, is the curse of the ring still effective?

In this situation, who could stop him from killing Bray?

Jonathan flicked Bray's sword away with his finger, and then a nick appeared at the tip of his cane.

“Well then, Mr. Ring-Bearer, now I’ll try to shoot you down,” Jonathan said happily.

This time, we've probably touched the edge of this intriguing curse.

That's so interesting. What would happen if a person who doesn't die easily died at this time?

"Huh? Eh... Hey!!?"

"Ugh—" Before Jonathan could even fire his concept bullet, a punch sent him flying.

Jonathan spun around in mid-air in a comical manner before landing exaggeratedly on his buttocks.

"Although I already know that you, 'Fisherman,' are nearby—"

"But I never expected you to give me such a vicious punch as soon as we met." Jonathan scrambled to his feet, adjusting his mask.

The one who threw that punch—no, the Aragami who threw that punch—was none other than Redip. "I've already withdrawn from the 'Alliance of the Gods,'" Redip said, shaking the hand that had just punched Jonathan.

Actually, he had always wanted to punch Jonathan.

“Actually, leaving an organization requires a lot of procedures,” Jonathan said, touching his mask with a wronged expression.

"But judging from your expression, 'Fisherman,' you don't want to go through those tedious procedures, do you?"

"..." Redip simply walked up to Jonathan.

"Well, it seems that only you and I are left with any fighting ability," Jonathan said.

“Yes, so what?” Redip looked at Jonathan expressionlessly.