A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

All the impacts were cleaved in two by a single sword strike, and Ryukdo's fangs emerged from the intense light.

From the blinding light emerged first fangs, then tiger eyes, and finally the unadorned sword.

"Clang—" A white line swept down from top to bottom, resembling the character "一".

This slash severed everything above and below.

Its imposing presence seemed to cleave the sky and the earth in two.

Blood splattered in mid-air, followed by countless snow-white feathers scattering everywhere.

"You bastard!!!!!" However, even after being struck by such a terrifying sword strike from Ryukdo, Remiel still possessed the strength to roar.

However, all six wings on one side of Remiel's body were severed by Ryukdo's sword.

"Swoosh—" As Remiel began to fall, he pierced Ryukdo's abdomen with his spear.

"Cough..." Ryukto, who was strung up, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, the blood flowing from his abdomen was much greater than the blood he vomited.

“You deserve to die,” Remiel said to Ryukdo in a cold voice.

He and Ryukdo fell straight down to the ground.

But when it was halfway down, He turned His spear and threw Ryukdo to the ground first.

"Boom!" Ryukdo was thrown back to his previous position, with a third of his body buried under rubble.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Kill these two ants!" Remiel flapped his remaining wing with all his might, trying to slow his descent as much as possible.

"Is nobody listening?! Kill those two!"

But no matter how much Remiel roared, none of his men responded to him.

Only then did Remiel realize that all his angels had vanished.

No, they didn't just disappear; they were killed.

Remiel realized something was wrong, but he had no intention of leaving the place.

As for the reason, it's very simple—He cannot forgive the tiger, nor can He forgive the human in front of Him.

Those two guys are absolutely despicable.

For angels, wings are a symbol of glory.

Angel wings are actually more resilient than the rest of their bodies and cannot be broken easily.

These powerful, pure white wings are what they are most proud of.

If someone breaks an angel's wing, it's as if they've made a mortal enemy of the angel.

"First of all, it's you!!! You damned bastard!" Remiel took a step, and the ground sank deep into the ground.

He unleashed his magic without reservation.

This immense magical power is one of the things that distinguishes Him from the weaker Black Iron race.

No matter what price one has to pay, there is a chance to obtain such magic from the Black Iron race.

Remiel had nothing to worry about; as He grew, His magic would increase, eventually becoming such a terrifying existence.

The angelic writing appeared on Remiel's body, giving Him a unique beauty.

He had indeed been hiding his strength.

"Boom!!!" The entire earth trembled as the spear merely pierced the ground at an angle.

Where Ryukdo lay, a towering pillar of light rose, engulfing everything around it.

After the light faded, nothing was left there.

However, Ryukdo did not die.

Bray hoisted the now aged Ryukdo onto his shoulder and only put him down after the beam of light disappeared.

“You can’t protect him forever, I will kill him,” Remiel said with a ferocious expression.

“Yeah, I also feel like I can’t protect him,” Bray nodded.

He also felt that if Remiel insisted on killing Ryukdo, there was nothing he could do.

Therefore, Bray intends to suppress Remiel to the point that he cannot launch an attack on Rykdor.

"What?" Remiel was stunned when he heard Bray's words.

The other person's response was a bit unconventional; why would they say something like that at this point?

Generally speaking, wouldn't people say they would protect the other person with their lives?

"Clang!" However, Remiel didn't have time to think any further, because the next second Bray's sword came slashing down without any politeness.

Angels' wings are very hard, not just ordinary hard.

Just like the horns of a demon or the tail of a sea creature, it is extremely hard.

Moreover, the angel's wings were much harder, which gave Bray a real headache.

But he didn't expect that Ryukdo would risk all his strength to exchange for half of the other's wing.

How should I put it? Anyway, Bray never considered this kind of self-sacrificing attack, nor did he want Ryuk to use this method more often.

That's too reckless; it might even cost you your life.

But that sword strike was truly stunning; the angel's sturdy wings were torn apart like paper.

"There was no need to fight so hard. Dorothea has already taken down the lower-ranking angels," Bray sighed.

The village's low-ranking angels were basically wiped out by the angry empress.

This is what Bray sensed when he opened his eyes.

However, it was precisely because of Ryukdo's relentless efforts that these tiger tribesmen had the opportunity to survive in this place.

"It's rare that he went through so much trouble to defeat you."

"Play a few rounds with me," Bray said after a moment's thought.

"Hahaha! What are you saying?"

"You want to spar with me?" Remiel laughed, as if he had heard something funny.

Bray wasn't suited to saying such pretentious things, and when Remiel heard Bray say it, he instinctively thought it was a joke.

"Is it really a bit awkward?" Bray muttered to himself, though he didn't particularly like saying things like that.

But the other party was just too arrogant, and Bray felt uncomfortable if he didn't give them a verbal rebuttal.

“Then, let me put it another way,” Bray said.

"Run a few laps with me."

"Ok?"

"Boom!!!" Before the words were even finished, Bray sent Remiel flying, then stabbed him with his sword and followed his retreating figure.

This is what he meant by "run a few laps." "You!?" Remiel lost his balance after being lifted off the ground by the mine-laying attack.

Bray gave Him no chance to adjust his stance, attacking Remiel with both swords without any pause.

After losing half of his wings, Remiel was unable to evade Bray's attacks by flying.

For Bray, it was enough that the other person was close to him.

"Clang! Clang! Clang clang clang clang!!" The spear and the sword clashed, sparking countless sparks.

Although Remiel's martial arts skills were not the best among the angels, they were still considered strong.

But after actually exchanging blows with Bray, He suddenly realized that his earlier impression that Bray's swordsmanship was the same as Ryukdo's was a complete illusion.

The most important reason why He had the upper hand just now was His ability to fly. By using air superiority to constantly suppress the two, He made them look so disheveled.

What gave Raemir a headache wasn't his melee combat, but his magic.

Bray stared blankly at the falling feathers and the splattering blood.

He simply swung his sword precisely, targeting Remiel's weaknesses.

He doesn't possess any powerful magic or internal energy, so each of his sword strikes lacks special effects, making him quite troublesome against enemies at a distance.

But none of that matters.

Bray only needs to strike the opponent's weakest point with his sword.

As long as the weak point is hit, damage can still be caused even without relying on the explosive power brought by magic or internal energy.

"Damn it..." Remiel gritted his teeth, forced to endure Bray's suppression.

He and Bray had long since retreated to who-knows-where, and along the way, He was the only one who got chopped down.

“I’ve finished the lap,” Bray suddenly said to Remiel.

At this moment, Remiel realized that there was no way back behind him, only a thick stone wall.

"Damn humans!! There's no circle at all!" A circle? The path is straight from beginning to end, where did the circle come from!?

"That's a good critique."

"Why am I being suppressed by you?! Why?!"

“Ryukdo has already broken your wings. If I still can’t suppress you, I’ll be letting him down.”

Bray said calmly, the dragon pattern beneath his clothes gleaming with a dim light.

"Broken stream" or "interrupted creek"

The longsword first slashed across Remiel's abdomen, then the broadsword followed closely behind, landing in the same spot.

The two swords fell, but not a single drop of blood was drawn.

"Thump!!!!" Remiel was knocked back and embedded in the stone wall.

“Impossible… (Angelic language)” Remiel, who had fallen from the wall, had forgotten to speak in Common.

Now He has no time to care whether it is the mother tongue or the common language.

"Hmm?" Bray frowned; the other person was speaking a language he didn't understand.

"Why have the Black Iron race driven me to this point!? (Angel's words)" Remiel roared.

Angelic language is an elegant language, but even the most elegant language loses its beauty when spoken in anger.

Although Remiel was badly hit by the combo, the damage he suffered was not particularly serious.

Because the angelic writings that appeared on Him all served to counteract the harm.

Those words have the effect of "converting some of the damage into healing," making them a special enchantment.

Enchanting oneself is a technique that is impossible for Black Iron species, but it is common among Bronze species.

“Just a lowly species!!!! (Angelic language)” Remiel roared in a language Bray couldn’t understand, wielding his spear.

Just as He brandished His spear, the spear emitted a painful groan.

"Crack—" The spear shattered into golden fragments little by little.

"!!?" Remiel stared in astonishment at the destroyed weapon in his hand.

This weapon had been with Him for a long time, but it just broke like that?

"What a joke!!! Why did you break my spear!" (Angel's words) Today is the day He has the most questions.

Why were His weapons shattered while the opponent's weapons remained undamaged?

How could the technology for forging weapons using black iron possibly surpass that of higher-grade iron?

Remiel had long put the matter of executing Rykdo out of his mind; now, for Him, Bray was the greater enemy.

After losing his wings, He found that fighting on the ground with Bray was extremely inconvenient.

"..."

"Great Leysen Gate, protect me and punish my enemies. (Angel's words)"

He threw the destroyed weapon to the ground, then spread out his hands and decisively began casting a spell.