A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"..." Dorothea silently drew a pale blue spear from the void.

The spear is mainly light blue, but it also has many gold decorations.

The spear was engraved with a series of ancient characters in pure gold.

As for what these words mean? It's just one sentence—"Freeze everything."

This is a weapon attached to the concept of residual effects.

The fact that Dorothea could produce this spear was enough to show how angry she was—even though her expression remained cold and aloof.

She would not yield even to the gods, and she would be enraged if a truly superior being cast such a gaze upon her.

What qualifications do these idiots have?

"Reflect on your actions inside the ice," Dorothea murmured, squinting her eyes.

After the murmur, the spear pierced the sky, heading straight for the angels who were attacking in formation from above.

The path the spear traversed was so clear that even the moisture in the air condensed into ice.

"What is that?!" The spear was so fast that it left a trail of afterimages.

"Defense! Deploy defenses!" The leading angel finally realized something was wrong after seeing the approaching spears.

The magical power on the spear is too illogical. How could a Black Iron species possess such magical power?

Unfortunately, the angels' attempt to collectively deploy a barrier revealed that their magic had been frozen.

Magic frozen? What's going on?

But that's the truth; the magic is like water frozen together, impossible to manipulate.

"Crack—" The unpleasant sound of something being frozen echoed in the sky.

From where the spear was thrown, all the way to the space where the angels were, everything was frozen solid.

"Clang!" The spear was deeply embedded in the wall above, stopping the unreasonable freezing.

"The book." After finishing all this, Dorothea reached out to Bird for the book. "Hmm?" Remiel, who was fighting with Bray and Rykdo, noticed the commotion in the distance and glanced in the corresponding direction.

“You really have plenty of time,” said Ryukdo on the ground.

"Of course, if I take fighting you too seriously, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?" Remiel didn't take Ryukdo or Bray seriously; at most, they were just a bit troublesome.

Admittedly, both of them were highly skilled swordsmen, but unfortunately, they couldn't even break through His defenses.

Bray looked up and calmly stared at Remiel.

Despite how infuriating Remiel was, Bray remained calm and composed.

"What do we do?" Bray glanced sideways at Ryukdo.

The third-order angel in front of him was far more powerful than Bray had imagined.

Those who possess both magic and the ability to fly are the most troublesome.

"Wait for the right opportunity." This time, Ryukto finally uttered words that sounded like something an old man would say.

Remiel's spear circled around Him, automatically deflecting attacks.

Even if the spear fails to block it, Remiel can use his magic to block any missed attacks.

Without a suitable opportunity, it is indeed impossible to penetrate the opponent's defense in one fell swoop.

"Holy Light Bullet!" Remiel snapped his fingers, using magic to condense a ball of light in front of him.

The spell "Holy Light Bolt" also exists in the Dark Iron race.

However, it is clear that Remiel's "Holy Light Bullet" will not be the same as the normal one.

The ball of light exploded the next second, sending countless light projectiles flying in all directions.

"Boom!! Boom!!!" The burst of light bullets left the ground riddled with craters.

However, the attack was not limited to that.

After one "Holy Light Bomb" bombardment ended, the next "Holy Light Bomb" had already been cast.

The barrage of bullets never stopped, and Ryukdo and Bray on the ground could only keep dodging and blocking.

Remiel seemed to possess inexhaustible magical power, using spells recklessly.

"Feel honored that you are being executed by someone of my rank," Remiel's voice boomed over the deafening roar of the bombing.

“Hmm, the time is probably right now.” But right after Remiel said that, Ryukdo spoke up.

Before Rykdo could remind Bray, Bray had already closed his right eye.

It was indeed a good time, because the other side's actions were too drastic.

"Ancient Sword School" "Quanjian"

Bray's sword drew a small arc, and the ornate spells vanished like bubbles.

Remiel, who had been acting casually, froze instantly.

His magical nodes were severed by a single sword strike.

Just as Remiel's expression changed, Bray and Ryukdo struck the same pose.

The two voices were synchronized, saying, “Eighteen Styles of Flow, Eight Phases.”

A sound like the tolling of a bronze bell echoed through the space.

The bell tolled exactly eight times, the sound overlapping and shattering the golden magic circle in front of Remiel.

"Heh..." Remiel sneered, enduring the strange attack, and reached out to grab his spear.

“You’re too tall, get down and fight us.” But just as Remiel gripped his spear, Bray’s voice rang out from above him.

Above? How is that possible? When did that guy ever jump up?

Although Remiel found it hard to believe, Bray was indeed on His head.

The two swords pressed down, crossing each other, and Remiel barely managed to block them with his spear.

However, this time, without the protection of the magic array, He clearly felt the power from the two swords.

So this guy's sword is really heavy...

"Get down," Bray said in a flat, monotone voice.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" Remiel was blasted from the sky to the ground by Bray.

Even when Remiel tried to adjust his balance with his six pairs of wings, it was to no avail.

Ultimately, it could not escape its fate of falling to the ground.

"Bang!!!" Remiel plunged headfirst into the pile of rubble.

But the next second, it broke through the pile of rubble and flew back into the air.

"You actually let me land..." Remiel's tone was filled with anger.

On his handsome face, there was a cut that ran from his forehead to his chin, and blood was still seeping from the cut.

“You’ve been up there long enough, it’s time to come down,” Bray said to Remiel in a very calm tone.

"Get down!? You have no right to stand on the same land as me." Remiel gripped his spear tightly and swung it violently towards Bray.

The massive impact spread out along the trajectory traced by the spearhead.

The ground cracked inch by inch, and as it was pushed by the impact, it surged toward the mine like a tidal wave.

“You’re taking on two opponents now, so tone down your arrogance a bit.” Rykdo’s sword slashed past Remiel’s side.

"Sizzle—" Blood gushed out from Remiel's waist.

"How dare you play tricks on me!" Remiel's face twisted slightly as he swept his spear across, sending the man who had injured him flying against the wall.

After knocking Ryukdo away, Remiel calmed down a bit and began to rearrange the magic circle.

Those troublesome golden magic circles once again surrounded Remiel.

"You're the only one left, human."

“…” Bray did not answer Remiel; he was simply using his intuition to find the best place to break through.

There were two things about Remiel that Bray found most troublesome.

First, He can fly.

Secondly, His magic is too difficult to break.

The second point is something we can try to overcome, but the first point is really beyond our control.

"Don't talk like you've already killed me." Ryukto adjusted his posture, still letting the blood flow from the wound on his abdomen.

“He can fly, so he’s too much trouble for us,” Rikdor said to Bray.

Although he didn't say anything, Bray wholeheartedly agreed.

“You think so too, right?” Ryukdo smiled, his tiger eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

"Don't think your little tricks will work on me." Remiel, listening to the two whispering, brandished his spear in annoyance.

An even stronger shock than before surged forth.

"Thump!!!" Bray was forced to stop his mental focus and use his broadsword to block the impact.

“I believe that as long as He can’t fly, you can win,” Rykdo whispered to Bray.

"Make me unable to fly?" Remiel sneered and flapped his wings forcefully, instantly rising to a height that was difficult for the sword to reach.

"So tell me, how can you prevent me from flying?" How ridiculous! You can't even break through the defenses, yet you want to break His wings?

These black iron species are far too far-fetched.

“Like this…” Ryukdo lowered his voice and sheathed the sword back into his cane.

The surrounding air began to thicken, and immense magical power erupted from Ryukdo's body.

Even from the side, Bray could faintly hear a buzzing sound.

Originally, the "Eighteen Styles" required a large amount of magic power or internal energy.

Bray simply made up for his lack of skill with his own technique.

However, as expected, sword moves used in different ways, even if their power is not too different, still have different effects.

"Eighteen Styles" in a Flash

"One Strike" from the "Eighteen Styles" is the most frequently used sword strike in this school.

Because this is the first move, and also the most useful one.

However, the first move does not mean it will be weaker than the last move.

If used properly, this move can also be a terrifying sword strike.

The ground beneath Ryukdo cracked into countless squares, and then, with a huge thud, his figure vanished from the spot.

"Clang." Only the scabbard of the Ryukdo sword, which was also the "crutch," remained on the ground.

"..." Bray used his arm to block the strong wind that was rushing towards him at close range.

He raised his right eyelid and looked up at Ryukdona's back.

In the blink of an eye, Ryukdo arrived at a place where he could talk to Remiel as usual.

"Roar!" Ryukdo instinctively let out a tiger's roar.

A tremendous tiger's roar echoed across the sky.

"Shut up!!!!!!!!!!" Remiel, no longer relaxed as before, roared.

He freed his hand, and in less than a second, a large amount of magic power gathered in his palm.

The energy cluster, formed from magic, was surrounded by angelic writing.

"Insects should stay on the ground!" Remiel gripped the ball of light filled with destructive energy and hurled it directly at Ryukdo.

It's a simple and brutal use of magic, but it's also the most destructive.

"BOOM!!!" A deafening roar matching the destructive power erupted.

However, Ryukdo's sword directly cleaved through the air currents and the ball of light.