A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

He has no chance of winning in close combat against Bray; his advantage lies in magic.

"Whoosh—" Magic arrays appeared in the surrounding space, and then chains shot out rapidly from within the arrays.

Bray calmly smashed all the chains, and instead of retreating, he advanced a few steps.

However, Remiel had anticipated that he could not lock down Bray; his true purpose was divine magic.

Angels believe that divine magic is far more powerful than magic.

After all, they belong to a religious race, and their faith is much stronger than that of other races.

A huge crack appeared in the sky, and a golden disc emerged from the endless void.

The pattern on the disc was indistinct.

One can sense an aura called "sacred" emanating from this disc.

"The Mercy of the Wright-Gate"

The souls of the dead angels gathered on the disc and then reshaped into a gigantic, semi-transparent angel.

The angel raised the giant sword above his head and slowly lowered it.

In an instant, everything in heaven and earth was locked down, and as the target of the divine spell, Bray also felt the suppression from the higher beings.

This sword strike was certain to hit, so in order to allow the person being judged to fully experience the terror and to make them repent from the bottom of their heart, the greatsword fell at an unusually slow speed.

However, that's under normal circumstances.

This is not the normal situation now; Bray still has a sword in his hand.

Because the sword fell so slowly, Bray even had time to close his right eye and switch the blindfold to the other side.

He bent down, holding the broadsword in front of him and the longsword behind him.

If Remiel chooses to use a powerful spell, he might injure Bray.

But He chose the least appropriate means.

With the mind's eye open, the disc and the translucent angel are all connected by countless points in Bray's world.

Bray took a step forward.

With each step he took, his figure moved only one meter.

But the sword had already been swung out and then withdrawn.

"I flow" "Foolish step"

The disc in the sky seemed to have been subjected to some strong impact, and slowly returned to the void.

And the enormous, translucent angel vanished like smoke.

"..." Remiel stared at Bray in shock, his heart filled with a thousand words, yet he couldn't utter a single one.

He wanted to say, "It's clearly the power of the gods," "Why can you move?" "What have you done?"...

But a long time passed, and He still could not speak.

Consciousness was fading away, and He ultimately could not understand what Bray had done.

Bray glanced at the lifeless Remiel, then sheathed his sword.

He shook his head helplessly, feeling a little regretful.

Remiel probably thought that this divine spell would definitely kill Bray, so he focused all his energy on controlling the spell.

“Divine magic…” Bray patted the longsword at his waist, probably one of the few things Bray was good at dealing with. Bray helped Ryukdo up, and frowned as he looked at the man’s unusually aged appearance.

The wound on Ryukdo's abdomen was too large, and the bleeding would not stop anytime soon.

"It's alright, this old bone of mine won't die." Ryukto opened his cloudy eyes and said calmly.

"This isn't the first time I've had this kind of injury."

Ryukdo has experienced countless battles, large and small, and has fought to the death more than once in order to save his people.

"It's still too serious. Do you have anyone who can treat you?"

“Yes, our priests are quite remarkable,” Lyukdo said softly.

Of course, this is on the premise that the priests were not killed.

The angels just stormed into the village, and countless people died. Even if you told Ryukdo that everyone in the village was dead, he wouldn't be too surprised.

“Let’s go find the priest.” With that, Bray carried Ryukdo on his back and walked into the chaotic village.

"Thank you," Ryukto replied weakly, his heavy eyelids drooping.

“…” Bray remained silent the entire way.

He couldn't complain, nor could he make fun of it.

The corpses lying scattered on the ground were a horrifying sight.

There were both tigers and angels, but the tigers far outnumbered the angels.

Almost none of the buildings are intact, since they are all made of wood and are not sturdy at all.

This village has been almost completely destroyed.

"Ryukdo, is this village destroyed?" Bray had once heard Ryukdo say that this village was the last place, the last hope for the survivors of this city.

“It wasn’t destroyed,” Ryukdo replied after hearing Bray’s words, still in a daze.

Despite the village being in such a state of disarray, with not a single intact spot, and even the dead members of the tribe piled up into a small mountain, Ryukdo still gave this answer.

"It wasn't destroyed?" Bray asked, a little puzzled by Ryukdo's answer.

"The people are still here...the place is still there...the angels have also been repelled."

"There is still hope."

“So it doesn’t matter, the village wasn’t destroyed, the village can be reborn,” Ryukdo said in an old voice.

“Is that so?” Bray finally understood that the village that Ryukdo was referring to was not, strictly speaking, the actual village itself.

Bray, who did not live in this era, could not have comprehended all the despair experienced by the lower races.

However, he could sense how much importance others in this era placed on "hope".

"Cough cough..." After hearing Ryukdo's coughing intensify behind him, Bray had to quicken his pace.

For Bray, who isn't exactly a fast-paced person, being in a rush is really tough.

As Bray hurried through the village, trying to find the priest that Ryukdo had mentioned, he heard a woman's voice.

Her voice was captivating, with a touch of allure that prevented any impure thoughts, instead conveying a subtle air of authority.

“You’re so slow,” Dorothea said to Bray, looking up as she flipped through Bird’s book.

Dorothea sat on the pile of wood, while Melissa and Bird beside her were both asleep from exhaustion.

After experiencing fear and anxiety, the two children were extremely tired.

The surroundings were a mess, but Dorothea was clean and tidy, her hair was perfectly in place, and she was comfortably reading a book.

“…” Bray looked at the composed Dorothea with a strange expression.

She disappeared early this morning, and now she's reappeared as if nothing happened.

"I thought you could easily deal with that angel, but I didn't expect you to waste so much time." Dorothea said with a "you're so slow" expression.

“He can fly.” After a long pause, Bray managed to utter these words with difficulty.

That third-order angel can fly, what can he do?

Bray's few ranged attacks were all ineffective against the enemy's defenses.

In the end, the only way to defeat Remiel was because Ryukdo managed to cut off Remiel's wing.

Otherwise, who knows how long the fight would go on.

“Oh, right, get the car out here,” Bray said.

"What is it now?" Dorothea glanced at Bray, then at Ryukdo behind him.

The tiger was injured, and very badly.

“We need to find the village priest to save him,” Bray said in a deep voice.

"Take it." Dorothea snapped her fingers, and the magic chariot appeared in front of Bray without warning.

She couldn't heal others either, so she cooperated and handed the magic vehicle over to Bray.

“But I don’t know if the priest you mentioned is still alive in the village,” Dorothea reminded him before Bray got into the car.

There were corpses all around; who could tell which one was which?

The entire village, except for Ryukdo, was probably filled with Bronze-level beings who could freely slaughter them.

If those priests were unlucky, they would probably have died in the first wave of attacks.

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"Buzz—" The magic vehicle brought some sound to the silent village, preventing the surrounding atmosphere from becoming too eerie.

Bray drove the magic vehicle, looking around.

Every time he saw a living tiger, he would ask if they were a priest.

However, after he pulls the other person out of the woodpile, he often doesn't hear the answer he wants.

Ryukto in the back seat was getting weaker and weaker. Although he wouldn't die immediately, he might not survive for more than a few hours.

After seeing the body ahead, Bray made a small turn and drove around it.

Then he heard intermittent sobbing.

That was a woman crying. She seemed to be holding back her sobs, otherwise her crying would have been too loud.

People who do this probably think the angels outside haven't left yet.

"..." Bray drove the car forward a little and saw a girl curled up, trying to hide in a corner.

"Hey, are you a priest?" Bray asked without any regard for the woman's feelings.

"Ah! Ahhh!!!" The girl screamed in fright at Bray's voice and crawled backward.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

After waiting for a while, she finally calmed down and realized that Bray was a normal human being.

"I...I am a priest...but I am an apprentice priest," the girl answered Bray's question in a voice trembling with tears.

Bray finally heard the answer he wanted.

"Get in the car, an elderly person needs your treatment."

"I've heard that your rituals can heal wounds."

"Treatment?" The girl timidly looked at the old man that Bray was talking about.

"Lord Ryukdo!!" The girl couldn't help but exclaim in surprise after she saw it clearly.

"..." The girl's startled reactions left Bray speechless.

So how did she survive the attack just now?

"Alright, the bleeding has barely stopped." The tiger girl wiped her sweat.

Her magic wasn't powerful enough to stop the bleeding with a magic spell in an instant.

The girl's magic was only a supplementary skill at best.

The main method involves temporarily compressing blood vessels with cloth, causing blood to gush out of the tissue.

As for the cloth, it was taken from the clothes on the corpse.

Although it was disrespectful to the deceased, the girl chose to be impolite in the face of saving lives.

Afterwards, the girl immediately kowtowed to the deceased to apologize.

"Is that all?" Because he had been treated by the priest so many times, Bray thought that this girl could easily heal her Ryukdo injury.

"Well, in short, there's no immediate danger to my life." The girl smiled contentedly.

"I wish everyone were safe." She said, looking around sadly.