A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Does it hurt?" Remiel didn't seem particularly nervous in the face of their attacks.

One barrier, two barriers, three barriers.

Their attacks were all blocked by countless barriers.

Bray frowned; after his sword struck, he felt no real sense of hitting anything.

“Angels have many spells that we can’t learn. You must first get used to their mysterious and unpredictable methods,” Rykdo’s voice rang in Bray’s ear.

The angels of this era have not lost their various technologies.

Remiel's defense, using a combination of transfer and neutralization, completely blocked the two's attacks.

Even for someone like Bray, it's difficult to pinpoint the exact moment of a spell, because it's not a single spell, but the result of several spells being chanted simultaneously.

Remiel smoothed his blond hair and looked arrogantly at Ryukdo and Bray below.

“You must be in a lot of pain, hearing the screams of your own people,” Remiel said.

“I’m... used to it.” After a long silence, Ryukto said.

Human life is as worthless as grass, a fact that Ryukto realized long ago.

At the end of this era, the lives of the Iron race were as insignificant as weeds, while the lives of the Bronze race could be lost with a mere flick of the wrist.

“For outsiders, destruction is far easier than protection and construction.” Ryukdo’s breathing began to slow, and his hand holding the sword subtly adjusted its angle.

Even if someone is very strong and can defeat any opponent.

This does not mean that this strong person can protect every life behind him.

For example, even now, though Rykdor and Bray can kill Remiel, they still can't stop the angels from slaughtering behind them.

Killing is very easy; conversely, protecting something is incredibly difficult.

“I already knew that,” Bray said expressionlessly.

After witnessing Dorothea's battle with the angels, Bray realized that the Bronze race in this era possessed a rather high level of combat power.

The third-order angel before me is probably the one who qualifies as a superior being among angels.

Previously, Bray would occasionally think that bronze-level creatures were trash, but it seems he has to apologize for that now.

“I welcome your challenge, you ants,” Remiel said to Ryukdo and Bray with a holy expression, spreading his six pairs of wings.

"Ding—" But, as soon as the words were spoken, a crisp metallic clanging sound rang out.

Two swords appeared beside Remiel, but were blocked by a golden spear.

The spear was not held by anyone; it simply floated around Remiel, like His most loyal guardian.

Bray used "In an Instant" to get to Remiel's side and slashed at him with his sword, but it didn't seem to have served its purpose of surprise.

"First, let's wipe out one branch of the orcs."

"Secondly, humans, you're in my way," Remiel said angrily, glancing at his cracked spear.

This is a weapon that He specially commissioned craftsmen to make; it is His most handy spear.

In the world of Black Iron, it would be considered a divine artifact.

How could He tolerate being shattered by a mere Black Iron being?

"Thump!!!" A huge phantom fist slammed Bray down from the air.

This is a variant of "Hand of the Mage," deliberately designed as a golden fist covered in armor.

Normally, the guy who gets hit would never be able to stand up.

"Pah!" Bray stood up and spat out the blood in his mouth.

“You can’t do it alone,” Ryukdo said to Bray.

"Perhaps." Bray actually had a mental world that hadn't been fully developed yet, but he vaguely felt that Remiel hadn't used his full strength either.

“You’re using the same moves as me, so I don’t think you haven’t learned all eighteen sword techniques,” Ryukdo said.

"why?"

"You'll find out why later."

---

"Sister Dorothea, what should we do..." Melissa hugged Dorothea tightly, crying.

"Everyone will be alright, everyone will be alright!" Bird said, trying to sound strong despite his trembling.

Dorothea glanced at the two children beside her, then at the tiger clan being ravaged.

She was in a good mood that morning and decided to take a walk around the village by herself. She ran into these two children and decided to have them be her tour guides.

Dorothea did indeed see many things she had never seen before, and truly felt the difference between this era and her own.

However, before she could fully appreciate these unique aspects of the place, the village was attacked by angels.

"So many people have died." Dorothea looked indifferently at the countless corpses on the ground.

There wasn't a single angel among them; they were all tigers.

"Waaaaah!!!! Sister Dorothea!! What should I do!" Melissa became even more frightened after hearing Dorothea say this.

The neighbor who was talking to me just yesterday is now a cold corpse.

The aunt who brought him food just yesterday is now lying in a pool of blood.

Finally, Bird was moved by Melissa's reaction and couldn't help but burst into tears as well.

Dorothea covered her ears; she couldn't stand so many little devils crying around her.

She glanced at the fighting between Bray and Ryukdo in the distance; it seemed they were dealing with the big one.

So, she'll deal with the younger one.

Dorothea snapped her fingers, and in the next second, countless swords lined up in front of her.

Every single longsword was identical, like a standard weapon forged in a factory.

Dorothea, on the other hand, held a scabbard. The "Thousand Feather Sword" consists of a mother sword and one hundred child swords.

The mother sword, though called a sword, is more like a scabbard and cannot be used to kill enemies.

The scabbard that Dorothea holds in her hand now is the Mother Sword.

Although the swords are described as standard-issue weapons, each one has a golden blade and artistic engravings.

The gold color, however, does not appear gaudy; instead, it proclaims the extraordinary nature of these swords.

A hundred swords lined up in a row flew out in all directions like flower petals.

After the sword flew out, she leisurely found a place to sit down.

"Do you have anything to do to pass the time?" Dorothea glanced at Melissa.

These swords only require Dorothea's magic to control; she herself can simply find a place to sit down.

However, the angels were already ravaging the village, and even if all the angels in the village were killed, it would be of no use.

Before that, probably more than half of the tigers here had died.

The best way is to draw the attention of those angels to yourself.

"Something to kill time?" Melissa rubbed her temples, seemingly deep in thought.

"Emmmm," Bird said, after hearing Dorothea's capricious request, he also started to rack his brains along with his sister.

“A book, I have a book.” Bird took a small book out of his clothes.

This book is probably only the size of a palm; Bird found it by chance.

“It’s so small,” Dorothea said casually as she took the book from Bird.

Dorothea crossed her legs and opened the book.

"Picture book?" she muttered to herself, and began to read.

“Hmm…” Bird looked at Dorothea strangely.

Dorothea stood out from the somber atmosphere around her, as she appeared far too relaxed.

"Sister Dorothea, what will everyone do..." Melissa couldn't help but ask, not everyone could be as calm as Dorothea.

"Life and death are determined by fate; I can only lend them a hand." Dorothea turned a page and answered Melissa's question in a very casual tone.

For her, fighting is more of a skill than saving people.

"Sister, you must have a way, right?" Melissa asked anxiously, trying to grab Dorothea's hand.

But Dorothea shifted her position slightly, and Melissa missed her target.

"Stop fooling around, someone's coming." Dorothea said, but still didn't close the book.

"It was you! It was you, elf, who killed my companion!" A heavily armored angel, wielding a spear, swooped down at full speed toward Dorothea on the ground.

This angel could not bear to see his companions killed by a lower species; ants should just lie there and be trampled on.

"He's just an ant! How dare he harm our god's messenger!?"

"Ants?"

"Bang." After hearing this, Dorothea finally closed the book.

But she closed the book not because the visitor was particularly powerful, but simply because of that one sentence.

“You all seem to really enjoy calling others ants.” Dorothea tossed the book to Bird beside her.

“But who gave you the right to say that to me?” Her eyes turned from blue to crimson.

She really didn't understand why these idiots spoke to her in such a tone.

Just because it's a bronze-grade? That's ridiculous.

What's the difference between bronze and iron?

"Swoosh—" A sword pierced through the still-swooping angel.

The heavy armor was pierced through by the sword as easily as paper.

The angel, who had been shouting just moments before, was interrupted before he could even throw his spear.

Dorothea's rage, of course, would not end there.

After one sword, more swords pierced the angel.

Crimson roses bloomed in mid-air, leaving nothing behind—not armor, not feathers.

After slaying the angel, the swords returned to Dorothea, circled her twice, and then continued flying to other places.

"Wow...that's amazing." Bird looked at Dorothea in shock. He had never imagined that those powerful angels would be killed like this.

Those angels were so powerful that they made it impossible for anyone to resist them.

But in front of Dorothea, he was like a ridiculous clown.

"Sister Dorothea! There are so many more!" Melissa exclaimed, pointing frantically upwards.

The vast number of angels were successfully drawn to Dorothea's attention.

Those tigers could be executed at will, but Dorothea in front of them seemed quite troublesome.

"..." Seeing the overwhelming number of angels, Melissa's legs went weak.

Bird looked around for a moment, then took his sister's hand and hid behind Dorothea.

At the same time, he quietly put away the book he had lent to Dorothea.

“Shh... Sister, let’s not disturb her,” Bird said, trembling.

Now, all we can do is pray that Dorothea will protect them.

Although such an action may seem cowardly, the young and powerless siblings had no better choice.

---

Dorothea glanced at the angels above, sensing a hint of disdain in their eyes.

Even though Dorothea easily killed an angel, the other angels still held the Ironborn in deep contempt.

Dorothea was very unhappy about this.